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Thursday Night (m) | jjk

title: Thursday Night (Boba & Ride) pairing: jungkook x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; SEVEN alt. AU, college / university au, friends to lovers summary: Just another day of Jeon Jungkook waking you up in the middle of the night to get boba tea with him across town at your favorite late-night spot, Pekoe. Turns out, this is not just another nightly outing to get boba, but also a chance for the two of you to finally get out of this sexually-charged friend-zone and fuck in his Mercedes Benz G-Wagon. warnings: car sex, vaginal fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple licking, unprotected sex (well, reader is on the pill), RIDING, slight choking, creampie, body worship, Jungkook is wearing SWEATS, implied that jk vapes, awkward positions in the car bc they are HORNY and don’t care note: okay, so i originally wrote the first part of the wholesome boba date a year ago after Left & Right came out (and made it kinda based on my late night boba runs with friends in college pre-pandemic). But I never finished it, until Seven came out a few days ago and SUDDENLY I WENT BACK TO THIS AND DID A 180 AND SLAMMED SOME SMUT ON IT. VERY SPICY. Thank you for the whore thoughts, Jungkook. Thank you @daegudrama for editing and fixing the messy smut. Stream Seven!! and FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !!

total word count: 4.5k drop date: july 17th, 2023, 10:30am PST CROSS POSTED ON AO3 (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

Dozing off slowly as your mind wanders through the stages of sleep to reach REM, you’re suddenly interrupted by a distant ringing sound in the distance.

It sounds like… your phone? You recognize the familiar “Shooky Shooky” theme song of your favorite cartoon cookie and his 7 pals you set as a ringtone weeks ago.

Waking up with eyes still heavy from sleep, you reach your hand out to grab your phone from your bedside dresser. You squint at the bright screen seeing who the random caller is that is getting in the way of your slumber before you wake up later for another dreaded day of uni classes..

Jeon Jungkook.

Of course it was him, you think. He’s the friend you made at the beginning of the semester in your Japanese class, where he found out that both of you took the class to be able to watch anime without subtitles. Just a pair of total weebs.

Then you kept running into him at university club events, specifically the Korean Student Association Curry & Karaoke night where both of you fangirled (fanboyed?) over IU and spent an entire night singing her discography while taking soju shots together. At this point, you knew he was just destined to be your bestie for life.

However, Jungkook has a terrible sleep schedule where he sometimes stays up until crackhead hours to do random things like late night drives (yes, he is paying the ridiculous parking permit fee to have his car on campus). He had previously invited you to get some In-N-Out with him and his upperclassmen friend Namjoon which resulted in a late night drive where you ended up on top of a mountain about 40 minutes away from campus at 1am.

While the view of the city down below was nice, you couldn’t stop freaking out about how to get back to your uni with the terrible data reception showing no map directions. Namjoon did his best to help you remain calm from a pending panic attack while Jungkook giggled, but reassured you that everything would be fine and he would figure it out. And he did. Never had you been so glad to be back on campus with some leftover animal style fries in hand.

Not many drives with Jungkook were that adventurous, but they were all late at night. Which you didn’t like due to the fact that you liked to sleep early and wake up early for your morning classes. Very contrasting dynamics being best friends with a night owl.

You answer the phone in a raspy, sleepy voice, “Hey Jungkook, what’s up.”

“Hey— were you asleep? Sorry, I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out and get some boba, but—”

“NO!” You answer immediately. “I was taking a power nap, I AM UP! I WILL GO GET BOBA WITH YOU!”

Your voice is suddenly loud with excitement through Jungkook’s phone speaker. You’re glad you live in a single room in your 4 bedroom dorm apartment where loud sounds aren’t as easily heard by your roommates.

“REALLY? OKAY! Let’s meet in front of my dorm building. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Boba will really get you to do anything, especially when it might be the spot Jungkook loves to take you to that is across town. It closes at 1:30am and also has a club-like aesthetic where a lot of people go to hang out at night. There are gaming consoles and a pool table, but the drinks are sadly non-alcoholic. Still good though.

Wearing a black hoodie and your old black volleyball shorts, you head out to the front of the building next door where you find Jungkook sitting on a bench under a streetlight’s glow. He is wearing a black t-shirt and jacket, contrasting his white pants.

He looks good, you think as you walk up to him. He’s texting someone before he looks up at you.

“So are we getting boba or should I head back to sleep?” You giggle pointing to the parking lot to signal him to get up from the bench.

“Oh, we’re getting boba for sure and you won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” He speaks starting to head towards his black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon in the parking lot while you follow behind him. Suspicious phrasing, but you brush it off. You have a dirty mind after all.

“So, we’re going where exactly?” "Pekoe! My favorite boba spot in town," Jungkook replies with a mischievous grin. "I've been craving their Taro Taro. It's like drinking a purple cloud!" He exclaims excitedly.

You laugh at his description, knowing he has a knack for making even the simplest things sound exciting. As you hop into the passenger seat of his car, you fasten your seatbelt. "And what about you? What's your drink choice tonight?"

He glances at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well tonight, I'm getting my fav from there! Pretty in Pink! Jasmine milk tea with strawberry sounds like the perfect combination of sweet and floral."

He nods in approval. It was just another testament to how well you knew each other's preferences. The car roars to life as Jungkook starts the engine, the soft purr resonating through the vehicle. I love being the passenger princess when Jungkook is driving.

As the two of you drive through the city streets, the night envelopes you in a sense of tranquility. The familiar sights pass by, but tonight they seem different. There is an undercurrent of excitement, a subtle shift in the air that mirrors the budding emotions in your heart.

Jungkook, always one to fill the silence, begins cracking jokes and making silly comments, aiming to make you laugh. And laugh you do, your genuine giggles filling the car with warmth and joy. You can’t help but be drawn to his infectious laughter and the way he effortlessly brings a smile to your face.

As you approach Pekoe, the neon sign glows in the night, welcoming you to its cozy embrace. The two of you step out of the car, the scent of freshly brewed tea swirling around you. Inside, the ambiance is lively, with people chatting, sipping their drinks, and enjoying each other's company.

You join the line, eagerly waiting for your turn to order. As you reach the counter, the friendly barista takes your requests, preparing the Taro Taro and Pretty in Pink with skillful hands. The drinks are handed to you in their signature, vibrantly lit cups, and you can't help but admire the aesthetic.

With your boba in hand, you find a cozy corner in the café, settling into plush seats. The first sip of your Pretty in Pink sends a burst of flavors dancing on your tongue, the sweet strawberry complementing the fragrant jasmine tea perfectly. Jungkook's eyes widen in delight as he takes his first sip of the Taro Taro, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

As you sit there, enjoying your drinks and engaging in light-hearted banter, you can't ignore the subtle change in your feelings as of late. The laughter, the shared moments, and the genuine connection you have formed with Jungkook begin tugging at your heartstrings. The thought of him being more than just a best friend dances at the edges of your mind, like a gentle melody waiting to be fully embraced.

But for now, you cherish the present moment, savoring the boba and the company of the person who has become such an important part of your life. The night is young, and as you exchange playful glances with Jungkook, you can't help but wonder what other adventures await the two of you in the days and nights to come.

Leaving Pekoe behind, your boba-induced bliss carries you as Jungkook suggests going to one of your favorite lookout points—a hidden spot where you can see the entire city spread out below. The mere thought of it ignites a sense of anticipation within you, and you nod eagerly in agreement.

Driving through the winding roads, the city lights twinkling like a sea of stars, the atmosphere inside the car begins to shift. A subtle, sensually charged energy envelopes the space, like an unspoken understanding between two souls on the precipice of something new.

As you arrive at the lookout point, Jungkook parks the car, and you both stay inside, cocooning yourselves in the comfortable silence that only close friends can share. The dimly lit interior creates an intimate ambiance, casting soft shadows across Jungkook's face, and highlighting his features in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

Leaning back against the seat, you gaze out at the breathtaking view before you. The cityscape stretched out like a living breathing entity, its pulsating energy matching the intensity of the emotions brewing inside you.

The silence between you feels charged with unspoken desires, the air thick with anticipation. You steal glances at Jungkook, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city lights. The soft glow plays on his features, highlighting the curve of his lips and the gentle slope of his jawline. In moments like these, you can't help but admire the kindness that resides within him.

Lost in your thoughts, you feel a gentle brush of Jungkook's hand against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. The touch was innocent, yet it carries an unspoken invitation, daring you to explore the uncharted territories of your friendship.

You turn to him, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The unspoken question hangs heavy in the air, begging to be acknowledged. With a hesitant yet determined smile, you reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, intertwining your destinies in that single act.

The connection between you deepens as time seems to stand still. His touch sends a rush of warmth coursing through your body, awakening a dormant desire that had been slowly bubbling beneath the surface. The intensity of the moment was undeniable, drawing you closer, your hearts beating in sync.

Neither of you speaks a word, for words seem inadequate to capture the raw emotions coursing through your veins. Instead, you find solace in the silence, in the electric current that flows between you, igniting a flame that burns brighter with every passing second.

As time passes, your relationship with Jungkook was left to simmer and reduce to being only friends. Holding his flirty gazes or even his hands has become part of the fun. A challenge of sorts.

Despite that, there will still come a point where you will finally lose your footing and can no longer stand your ground. You just can’t just be friends with Jungkook, and neither can he.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” He says, refastening his gaze on you.

“You should,” you say, without blinking. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Crossing the line you’ve been afraid to cross with him.

The lump in your throat twitches, but he reaches over from the driver seat and caresses your jaw with his hand anyways. Determining again to hold his stare, you stroke his cheek with your thumb. But his eyes close on their own as his lips move unhurriedly towards yours, they’re as soft as his approach.

At this moment, it may have seemed like you were hesitating, uncertain in this newfound situation, but in fact, it was quite the opposite. Since you two can’t stay here forever – returning to campus is rather inevitable – the lightness in his tread is completely deliberate. You both want, no, need to savor every millisecond.

You feel the heave of his exhale when he kisses you with a little more intensity. Cupping his face in both of your hands, you feel your pulse drop aggressively into your pelvis and fall further in towards him. Your hands snake back behind his head and grasp his hair to pull his face closer to yours. Your lips only part briefly to make room for your tongues to slip back and forth.

Jungkook grasps a handful of your hair and cranes your neck back while simultaneously pulling your body in closer. Jungkook's lips trailed a path of featherlight kisses along your neck, his touch sending shivers cascading down your spine, igniting a symphony of tingling sensations that left them craving for more. He pulls away quickly, greedily drinking in the stale cold air like he has forgotten to breathe that whole time. His eyes follow the trail of his fingers as he thumbs the bare skin of your outer thigh.

“I always like seeing you dress casually, in your cute shorts and oversized hoodies.”

You follow his gaze and smile. “It’s what I feel most comfortable with. But I don’t let many people see me like this because I look so bummy.”

Jungkook looks up once again to meet your eyes and mirrors your smile back to you. “But you still look so beautiful.”

In unison, both your lips draw back together. Without breaking your chain of kisses, you climb over to the driver’s seat to straddle him. Your restricted position prevents you from feeling his likely erection hiding underneath his sweatpants to press against you. But you are actually too preoccupied with devouring him through the kisses to worry about that yet.

His hands move down the length of your torso past your waist, over your shorts, onto your thighs. He slips one hand under your oversized hoodie, cupping your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. Your hips swivel and thrust towards him, causing the top of your head to rub against the ceiling of his G-Wagon.

“At this rate, I am definitely going to look like a hot mess when we go back,” You say, feeling around for stray hairs that may have been charged with static electricity.

“Here.” Jungkook invites you to lie across the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “This might be better for you then.”

You recline slowly lifting your hips to rest your butt on the center console before lying your head on the passenger door’s armrest. Your knees fall apart to reveal your short skin-tight shorts to him. He leans over you moving between your legs and running the back of his hand up your inner thigh. Still lost in the darkness of your eyes, he rests his head on your knee and squeezes the fleshiness of your thigh. As Jungkook's fingers gently squeezed, another heat surges through your body, accompanied by a swarm of delicate butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The innocent yet electrifying touch sparked a wave of anticipation and desire, leaving you yearning for more. You also realize that even the simplest gestures from Jungkook have the power to awaken a new deep and undeniable lust within you.

You sit up to meet his face and kiss him again. You can taste the taro black tea boba and a slight smoky strawberry-watermelon nicotine on his tongue. Lips locked, you pull him down with you and wrap your arms around his neck. The position is awkward but stubbornly tolerated, all the same, both of you unwilling to pull apart. Both of you are like a couple of desperate teenagers fighting through the objective discomfort to exhaust every last second before curfew.

Finally, Jungkook leans back in his seat again. You stay where you were, hoodie hiked up past your belly button and legs spread out. He uses his hands to gently pull down your shorts, like pulling away the curtain to reveal the main stage.

Then he stops, planting that poignant gaze of his on you. A street lamp painting a streak across your torso to expose his mental photograph.

“You really are absolutely gorgeous tonight, Bunny,” he says, which has you awestruck at this moment.

Bunny is the nickname he gave you a while back because you are a massive Sailor Moon fan. You both make fun of the cringey 90s dub of the show where Usagi is nicknamed Bunny. He likes to call you that when you have space buns.

“Thank you,” You say with genuine gratitude, your knees swaying with an imaginary breeze caused by giddiness. You love how he speaks endearingly to you.

With the back of his fingers, Jungkook gently caresses your inner thigh from knee to groin. The tingling trail he leaves in his wake triggers a shiver from the backs of your knees. He flips his hand over to fuse the warmth from his palm with the heat radiating from your vulva. Your clit is begging for attention and your your pussy clenches around the air desperate for something to fill it. Jungkook grins. You like to imagine that it’s because he too realizes all that potential he holds in the palm of his hand.

He runs one finger along the hem of your underwear. When his hand turns around to go back the way he came, he gently slides his fingertip to the underside of the hemline rubbing the back of his finger against the skin. You lean your head back and shut your eyes, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"I have waited so long for you to touch me like this," You whisper.

Though yours are closed, you imagine that he never takes his intense eyes off you. He moves your panties to one side. He spreads his fingers down again over your vulva. You hear his lips smack gently as he licks his thumb. He brings his hand back down to you, gently pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit. Remaining there for a moment, he faintly increases the pressure and finally begins to rub gentle circles around it.

You feel yourself squirm in the seat, simultaneously moving closer to him and trying to pull away. Jungkook’s arm stretches out to the back to grab his Squishmallow pillow in the back seat to use as a cushion underneath you for comfort. He claims he has these pillows here since he takes naps in between classes in his car.

Your lower back arches and your hips pressed into the cushion beneath you. But as quickly as you had been overcome with nervous tension, your body relaxed into this space, back into the seat.

The circles turn to an up-and-down motion as you grow squirmy under the delicate burden of his touch. With two fingers on his other hand, Jungkook teases at your opening. When he finally enters, you inhale sharply in approval. His fingers are just barely inside, but it is all you need. He massages you gently from within. He slots his thumb partially inside to coat his thumb in your wetness and leads it to make persistent strokes over your clit.

You feel yourself contract and squeeze around his fingers. He moves them in a little further, intensifying his come-hither curl deeper inside.

A chill rises behind your ears and at the nape of your neck, heating up as it trickles down your spine toward your tailbone. One knee presses into the back of the seat as the other reaches for the dash. Tension swells in the fronts of your thighs as your heels try to dig into the seat cushion beneath him. Your hips rise, begging Jungkook to continue.

Your breaths are craving, yet distended, and all your focus shifts inward, concentrating on the movement of his fingers, inside and out. Forgetting everything else. Really feeling it at the point of contact. Your eyes are still closed when you drink in a long inhalation, and release it with equal intention, feeling the intensity of your pleasure growing with every subsequent breath.

“We…” Exhilaration forces the words back down your throat. Try again. “We should drive back…”

Strong thumb still resting on your clit, his other hand rises to hush you with your own wetness. “Not yet, love.” Love?! You couldn’t question the new nickname bubbling out from his lips because your mind was consumed in total stimulation. You’d talk about this sometime after, you thought.

His burgeoning arousal was becoming more apparent in that confined space. You can hear his breath grow huskier as he resumes his rhythmic stimulation of your clit. You can smell the rising excitement dripping all over the cadence of his fingers.

Your mouth falls open to usher forth a silent scream. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and your pulse throbs into the pad of his thumb. Your head presses back into the armrest and you worry momentarily that you might push right through the door, but your worries are wiped clean before you can finish that thought. Vision turning all white and shaky.

Jungkook slowly slides his fingers out as your body goes limp. He leans back to watch you bask in the fallout of your body quake. Your head falls limply to one side while your body struggles to recalibrate – slowed breathing, relaxed pulse, fallen temperature, faded bliss.

“Just truly stunning…” he repeats.

You are caught somewhere between pleasure-induced paralysis and a voracious desire to continue and make hungry love to this man. You reach up, grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you, forcing him to meet you at eye level.

“Thank you,” You whisper softly into his ear. You kiss his neck, feeling the echoes of his hammering heart press into your lips.

He breaks the kiss and rests his head on your shoulder. He shyly hides his face, hesitant to bring up his next request, “I want you to ride me. Think you could last through another orgasm?”

You giggle at how needy he is being. “Honestly, yes.”

Jungkook tries to refrain himself from squealing and gets up from his position. He sits to adjust his seat back and partially slides off his sweats and boxer briefs.

His dick is a blush shade, long and hard. “Wow…” You mindlessly speak your amusement leading him to giggle in response.

You get up from laying on the passenger seat and climb over the center console to sit on his lap. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss yet again, while you pull his shirt off. You slide your hands slowly down his chest and abs, your small cold fingers send a shiver through his body. You lightly touch his tattooed arm, tracing each intricate design.

Jungkook lifts your hoodie in response to your actions and giggles upon seeing the sight underneath it. “Hehe, you’re not wearing anything under. So scandalous, Bunny,” Before you can refute his teasing, Jungkook buries his face in your breasts.

His soft lips slowly kiss up your cleavage to your neck. Jungkook gently sucks the sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to moan. You thread your fingers through his long black hair and tug. Jungkook winces submissively at your actions.

“I thought you said you wanted me to ride you?” You taunt, teasing him by rubbing your wet folds along his hard dick.

Jungkook groans and grabs your hips, lifting you above him. He tugs the thin fabric of your panties to the side again before lining up his cock to your entrance and lowering you slowly onto his cock. You moan, tilting your head back in pleasure and enjoying the sensation of him filling you up.

“Shit. You’re so tight.” Jungkook stills inside you, letting you adjust to his dick inside you.

You experimentally lift yourself up, using his shoulders as leverage, then sink back down. Jungkook inhales sharply, biting his bottom lip as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock. He keeps his left hand on your waist, strong fingers keeping you steady. He pushes the hoodie above your chest and massages your left breast. His tongue circles your right nipple, the sensation causing you to clench around his dick.

“Fuck, feels so good.” he moans softly. He’s so cute, your fucked out brain thinks.

You grab Jungkook’s hand from your left breast and slide it up to your neck, giving it a light squeeze to indicate what you want from him. He shakes his head and you halt your movement.

“No, Bunny, not today. Today, I’m going to make you scream so loud that you’re going to come back every day for more.” He feels your pussy involuntarily tighten around his cock, sucking him further into your tight walls. “You’d like it if someone caught us like this, wouldn’t you? Let them see how I ruin you,” Jungkook snickers as he teases you.

“You’re so-” You can’t even finish your sentence as Jungkook thrust deep inside of you. This causes you to lose your balance and rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, giving him full control over your body. He bounces you on his thick cock until you can feel your high approaching.

“I’m gonna cum, Jungkook.” You announce after a series of muffled moans, your voice barely coming out as a whisper. He tightens his grip on your ass and slides one hand down to rub your clit for added stimulation to the impending time bomb of pleasure.

“Let go, love.” As his movements quicken, soon, he feels your pussy clenching tightly around his dick.

“Jungkook!” You scream as you come. You kiss his neck while coming down from your high. Feeling spent, you collapse on Jungkook’s body, relishing the feeling of his muscular body moving against yours.

Jungkook knows he can’t hold out much longer when he feels your pussy pulsate around his dick. “You can cum inside me, I’m on the pill.” You whisper in his ear shyly, feeling his erratic movements inside you.

He digs his fingers into your hips thrusting deeper and more erratically before he comes inside you. He thrusts a few more times to ride out his orgasm before he leans back in his seat in exhaustion.

You both lay there in his car while you catch your breaths and pepper tiny kisses on each other’s bodies. Afterward, Jungkook lifts you up and removes his cock from inside you. You shiver from the emptiness and feel his come slowly drip out from inside you. You quickly slide up your panties into place, pull up your shorts and then readjust your hoodie before collapsing onto the passenger seat.

You watch Jungkook quickly pull up his boxer briefs and sweats. You both look at each other in your fucked out states, all messy and laugh.

“I THINK we should go home now. It’s like almost 3am,” You laugh nervously looking at the time on your phone.

“We should!” He chuckles. “So Bunny…tomorrow…boba, same time?”

“Just come over to my dorm tomorrow. The roomies are out, so we can watch Chainsaw Man and do this again. My wallet can’t deal with more boba runs, and then bonking and losing sleep when I have a 9am class.”

“I’ll be the one treating you to boba from now on,” He smirks at you curiously. God, you really found someone amazing in your life.

As the night sky embraces the city with its velvet darkness, Jungkook drives back to campus. The cool breeze whispers through the open windows, sending shivers down their spines as you two reveled in the afterglow.

Your fingers intertwine on the center console, a tangible connection that symbolizes the bond you share. The radio softly plays Keshi, providing a soothing soundtrack to the journey. You two glance at each other, smiles dancing on your lips, eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and desire to keep doing this again. Maybe boba and riding every day from now on.

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asdfghjklmals · 11 months

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SUGAR DADDY✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestiveness at the end. pregnancy comment. WORD COUNT: 2.2k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. boyfriend!gojo, established couple. adoptedkiddos! megumi & tsumiki. not an actual sugar daddy lol.

SYNOPSIS: for once, oc gojo girlfriend and the kiddos get to celebrate father's day with satoru. so the three try to find ways to make it special. AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy early father's day to all the dads out there! i will be busy this weekend, so i wrote a quick fathers day fic for satoru a couple days early 💚 oc gojo girlfriend is here and ready to get this day started! REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

satoru gojo was usually the first one to wake up in the mornings, even on his day off. there was something he enjoyed about the quiet serene atmosphere before you and the kids woke up. maybe it was the appreciation of doing life with you and the giddy feeling he experienced when he looked over at your side of the bed to see the love of his life sleeping peacefully, or maybe it was when he went to check on the kids by cracking open their bedroom doors to see them also sleeping soundly without a worry in the world.

his body naturally woke up at 6am on the dot since that was the start of his morning routine, but this sunday morning, he felt something was off. his six eyes sensed that your cursed energy wasn’t next to him.

he reached to your side of the bed, expecting to glide his fingers up your back and under your oversized tee (which was actually his t-shirt) to feel the warmth from your body like he always did. however, you weren’t there.

he didn’t even hear you wake up. you didn’t tell him you had plans today. there was no way you’d leave your shared bed without your coffee that he made for you every morning and good morning kisses all over your face.

he took a moment to collect himself before he started to panic. after a moment’s focus, he was able to sense yours and megumi’s cursed energy in the kitchen. he sighed in relief.

the white-haired sorcerer stretched his arms and legs and groaned, taking a deep breath. he looked over at his phone on the glass nightstand. “7:30am?” satoru grumbled out loud. he thought to himself, “how did i manage to sleep in so late? and why didn’t my alarm ring?”

he got up from bed and came to a halt. “is that coffee i’m smelling?” he thought to himself. there was no way that you were up this early making him coffee, that was his job. he opened the door to your master bedroom to peek out the door. he saw your black hair in a messy bun at the top of your head, his oversized t-shirt swallowing your body, his briefs hugging your hips loosely. he would never tell you, but he loved seeing you dressed down in his clothing. you looked beautiful in anything, especially in his clothes in the morning.

satoru chuckled as he closed the door and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

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tsumiki sat at the dining table with half-asleep megumi. “(y/n), what should i write for the first note for gojo-sensei's coffee?” she asked, markers spread across the dining room table with different colored sticky notes.

this was the first time you, tsumiki, and megumi were celebrating father’s day for satoru since you had became their guardians. even though it had already been a couple years since megumi and tsumiki became your children, coincidentally, satoru always had a mission or business trip during father’s day.

“how about… ‘we love you a latte, we cannot espresso how much’?” you suggested. you definitely did not spend all night looking up puns and dad jokes for this occasion. satoru loved dad jokes.

tsumiki wrote down the pun in her recently learned cursive as megumi watched her. he jumped out of his seat and ran to the fridge to take out a cup of vanilla pudding. “this is gojo-sensei’s favorite, right?” he asked you. you nodded your head at him and went back to watching the coffee maker drip.

megumi sat back down and wrote in his own neat penmanship, 'thanks for ‘pudding’ up with me.'

you walked over to the family calendar on the kitchen wall and wrote on the acrylic whiteboard, 'you are re-mark-able, gojo-sensei!' you smiled and giggled proudly at your witty jokes.

over at the foyer, a box of donuts from satoru’s favorite bakery was sitting on the bench. megumi’s demon puppies were laying just below the box, enjoying the scent of the freshly baked donuts. you took kuro and shiro on an early walk this morning as you waited in line at the bakery down the street. you knew satoru frequented that bakery, even though he would always deny it. there was no way he wasn’t a regular if you walked into the bakery together and they already had his double chocolate donut in a bag for him.

“what’s this? why is everyone up so early?” you heard your lover question in a curious, but sarcastic tone. he knew exactly what today was. kuro and shiro woke up and ran towards satoru, jumping on his legs, clawing for attention. he crouched down to pet them before megumi recalled them back into the shadows.

“i made you coffee.” you said with a sly smile, handing him a mug that said, ‘best dad ever’ with the pink sticky note tsumiki scribbled on attached to it. he took a sip of his coffee.

“thanks for trying, babe, but how many sugar cubes did you put in here?” he questioned as he was hoping you’d put four in his cup.

“i put three of them in there… does it taste okay?” you frowned, you knew you put enough creamer, but you weren’t sure about the sugar cubes since satoru always made the morning coffee.

“close enough,” he kissed you on the cheek with appreciation, “so what’s this cup for? you pregnant?” you glared at him and smacked his chest with the back of your hand as he hehehe’d into his mug. leave it satoru gojo to start off the morning with an inappropriate joke.

“it’s for father’s day, gojo-sensei!” tsumiki shouted happily, “did you see the note i wrote?”

he read the pink sticky note on his mug out loud, “we love you a latte. we cannot espresso how much.” satoru had a huge grin on his face.

megumi tapped satoru on his waist and handed him his favorite pudding, avoiding all eye contact with satoru. his face a blazing crimson red. “happy father’s day, gojo-sensei.”

satoru recited out loud the blue sticky note attached to his plate of pudding. “thanks for pudding up with me.”

“ya don’t say?” he laughed as he ruffled megumi’s hair, the blue-haired child tried to grab satoru’s hand to stop.

“am i going to get in trouble if i have all these sweets this early in the day? somebody pinch me.” he peered at you to make sure he wasn't dreaming. you always nagged him for eating too many sweets. you wondered how he never had any cavities.

“because it’s father’s day, i’ll let it slide.” you winked your green eyes at him.

you handed him the box of donuts as he gasped, “you really went to stand in line at the bakery before they opened?” he was stunned.

“yes, so you better worship the ground i walk on.” you laughed as satoru pretended to bow towards you.

another yellow sticky note caught satoru’s eyes, “we donut know what we’d do without you.” he started to smile widely. his heart swelling with love and adoration. he was eating these dad jokes up.

“oh, one last thing! we got you a card.” you raised your eyebrows at tsumiki and she ran to her room on the signal. the smiling child ran back to satoru to give him his father’s day card.

“it’s not a dad bod, it’s a father figure. happy father’s day, we love you.” satoru read out loud, laughing boisterously. “babe, you really did your research on these dad jok—wait, am i losing my snatched figure?” he lifted up his shirt to examine himself in worry that he was losing his six pack.

you and megumi rolled your eyes at the white-haired sorcerer while tsumiki comforted him in his time of concern, “don’t worry sensei, (y/n) would still love you even if you didn’t have a six pack.” she smiled at him and he picked her up to hug her, “thank you, my partner in crime!” you didn’t think yours and megumi’s eyes could roll back any further.

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you had the spent the rest of the morning making breakfast with tsumiki while satoru and megumi watched tv on the couch enjoying the donuts and coffee. it was an easygoing day in the gojo/(l/n) household, and surprisingly, satoru was okay with that. he could hear your saccharine voice guiding tsumiki in the kitchen on how to dip the toast in the egg mixture. he loved hearing you speak to the kids because your tone was always gentle and loving. he inhaled the scent of cinnamon from the french toast and the sweet maple syrup that was sifting through the kitchen into the living room’s open layout.

it was days like today where he wondered if he could always have this. a family to come home to, a lover as beautiful and caring as you, children as intelligent and loving as tsumiki and megumi, and a home to call a safe haven from the horrid curses outside of these four walls. he was truly happy, as a matter of fact, he was in a blissed out state. the smirk on his face wouldn’t fade even if you tried scolding him for leaving his socks around the house later.

“you look pleased with yourself,” you teased satoru at breakfast. he cut into his french toast as the kids awaited a witty remark from him.

“i am pleased,” he laughed, a mouthful of food. “—and i’m just happy.” his cerulean blue eyes looking into your emerald greens with adoration.

“happy father's day, satoru. i love you and i wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else." you said softly. satoru grinned at you and the kids. he reached out his hand to squeeze yours. leaning in for a kiss on your lips that tasted like maple syrup.

"gross, can you guys not do that here? we're trying to eat." megumi complained, disgusted with his guardians for making out in front of him at breakfast as tsumiki just smiled and laughed it off. she felt content knowing that her guardians loved each other. you and satoru made sure that tsumiki and megumi grew up in a home full of love.

"just for that, megumi, i'm doing it again." satoru deadpanned the blue-haired child. he turned back to you and kissed you with a little more passion as you smacked his arm with the back of your hand, pushing him away from you.

"stop it... save that for later." you laughed while your adopted child gagged.

"you got it, boss." satoru winked at you.

EXTRA:

“so, what did you say about saving my kisses for later?” satoru turned to face you. you started to laugh as he moved closer to you in bed, his body hovering over you. he pinned you down with his arms. you moved his arms and reached out to lock yours around his shoulders as you looked at him with a loving gaze.

“just because it’s father’s day, you think you can get away with anything, don’t you?” you teased him, booping him on the nose with your index finger.

“even if it wasn’t father’s day, i can always get away with giving my beautiful girlfriend kisses.” satoru mumbled into your neck, trailing kisses up your cheek, to your forehead, and then to your lips.

“satoru, stop, that tickles!” you shrieked, giggling loudly.

“nope, not stopping—”

a knock at your bedroom door interrupted the assault of kisses he was about to commit to your face.

“go get the door!” you pushed satoru off the bed as he caught his own fall swiftly. he stumbled to the bedroom door and grinned at you as you sat up in your bed.

“hey kiddos, what’s wrong?” satoru asked his two adopted children as he scratched the back of his head. they looked antsy.

“we couldn’t sleep.” tsumiki said with a sad face, “can we sleep with you and (y/n)?”

“i had a bad dream too.” megumi added.

“oh, well, tonight me and (y/n) were supposed to…” satoru trailed off, “damn it...”

satoru turned to look back at you with disappointment in his face, but you smiled at him and nodded. giving him the signal to forget about having a night together and to let the kids come into the room. the white-haired sorcerer gave the two children the stink eye and muttered, “okay, you two owe me though.”

he opened the door to the master bedroom and tsumiki and megumi ran to the king sized bed, jumping into their spots while laughing.

you tucked the smiling children in next to you. you and satoru always slept on the edges of the bed while megumi and tsumiki slept in the middle. it was a tight fit now that the kids were older and bigger, but you both knew they would soon grow out of this phase.

“happy father’s day, sensei!” tsumiki chirped. “yeah, happy father’s day, loser.” megumi chimed in.

“oh, you two soooo did this on purpose.” satoru grumbled.

the last thing you heard before you fell asleep was the laughter of your tiny unconventional family and satoru complaining dramatically about how he never gets any love.

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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Mary & George thots

I watched all 7 episodes this morning starting at 4:30am on about 4 hours of sleep so here are all of my very sleep deprived but professional opinions. Also, I read the book The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley so i have Extra Opinions

(spoilers and lengthy thots beneath the cut)

These are not going to be in any specific order because I can not be bothered (see: me being up since 4am on 4 hours of sleep) and as a blanket statement I loved the show!!!!! Most of the things I will say are going to be neutral statements relating to differences I saw between what I read in the book and what was in the show. These are not good or bad things, just observations! I think it's fun and interesting to look at the things they changed to make it more interesting and palatable for a tv viewing audience, and I don't think it changes the quality of the product at all! With that out of the way, let's get on to the content:

we'll start with the things I loved

NICHOLAS GALITZINE. Like. HELLO??? I am very familiar with his work (watched everything he's been in and recorded a podcast about it) and I know he's been criminally undervalued in almost every project he's ever done but this really, really tested his limits and I mean that in a very good way. You can tell this whole project was a test of his abilities as an actor both physically and mentally and he really rose to the challenge in such an impressive way. I'm not really sure if this is ever going to be Emmy/awards fodder (if they meant it to be they released it at a very poor time but thats a different discussion for another time) but I do think this is going to lead to some very interesting places for him. People (important decision making ones) are going to see this and realise what his abilities are and this is a very good thing.

The costumes are so incredible. The details, the colours, the cuts, the CAMP. I'm not a costuming expert so I have no way of knowing how accurate any of the costuming was but damn did it look good.

On that note the CAMP. Oh my god. This really had that je ne sais quoi that makes something camp in the way only queer people can make something camp, so really hats off to everyone involved in the production value.

I should mention all of the actors here, including Julianne Moore and Tony Curran. I am biased, being that I now seem to only exist to consume Nicky G media, but everyone did such a great job.

The script is so complex and rich, I really don't envy the actors having to memorize some of the tongue twisters that were part of the dialogue.

I think they did a really good job of crafting George as a character. As someone who is predisposed to love Nick's face (lol) I really did feel a bit of hatred towards him sometimes. I found him embarrassing, hot headed, full of himself, and pitiable, sometimes all within a few scenes!

Let's talk about some of the big changes I noticed

they really REALLY made up about 95% of Mary's storyline, I would say. This is just going off the King's Assassin, mind you, but from what I learned about Mary from that book is that essentially her only role in the course George's life took was the initial bit: sending him to France to become a learned gentleman, and sending him to London to try to catch the king's attention. If anyone has any recommendations for sources about Mary's life I could read about I would be very interested in it in order to piece together more fact and fiction! In general, I would just assume the vast majority of Mary's storyline did not happen, but it was fun though! One thing that is mentioned in the book is that her and the king did become good friends.

I really missed the use of nicknames from James. I guess it was hard to show most of them on screen as a lot of them appeared in letters they wrote to each other when they were apart, but James often referred to him as "Steenie" referring to St Stephen who apparently "had the face of an angel", amongst numerous other nicknames such as wife, dog, and child etc.

I also really wish they had included this famous speech of King James' to his privy council, because it is burned into my brain I can literally recite it word for word now: "You may be sure that I love the Earl of Buckingham more than anyone else, and more than you who are here assembled. I wish to speak in my own behalf and not to have it thought to be a defect, for Jesus Christ did the same, and therefore I cannot be blamed. Christ had John, and I have George."

I think they sort of removed some of George's abilities in order to make him rely on Mary more to involve her character in the storylines. In reality he made all of his own political decisions, knew how to play the king without help if he needed, and was a competent (if not terrible and easily swayed by bribery and trying to level up his own interests) member of the government

One of my favourite things to learn from the book is that when George took a wife (which, I believe in reality he was all too happy to marry in order to secure his possessions with an heir) she was welcomed by the king with open arms. King James became besties with Katie and he considered her as sort of part of their "family". In general I think they played up the "jealousies" from King James.

While it is alleged that George did kill James, it was not by asphyxiation. According to the book, he was suffering what is now known as malaria and had a violent fit, thought to be brought on by a "medication" George gave him which was provided by a doctor but actually administered by George, which is what ended up finally killing him

In general I wish the end hadn't felt so...rushed? Maybe it only felt that way because I know how it actually plays out and maybe if I rewatch while not trying to think about real life events so much, it might feel less so. But the whole issue with Spain took up such a small amount of time in the show when in real life it was like...a problem spanning multiple years. And I know they obviously can not show all of that within a 7 episode television show, it does seem like maybe they should have left it out altogether if they weren't really going to see it to its full justice?

My other small complaint is that it felt to me in some parts that the love between King James and George wasn't there. Certainly it feels to me like perhaps George did not feel the same level of love towards King James as the king felt for him, but the king certainly felt so much love for George. There were multiple instances outlined in the book in which they were "on the outs" because George started ignoring him in favour of Charles, or for other reasons, and it seemed to really tear at the king and he seemed to often be the one reaching out to George trying to keep his love close, rather than George trying to rein the king back in under his power. At that point, George had all of the power he needed and the king was so passive and loved him so much, he stayed the king's favourite until death, and George had very little to worry about in that regard.

There! That's all I can think of for now, and I think this has gone on quite long enough. I feel I need to rewatch the show and try harder to not think about real life situations and just enjoy the story. The fiction in the series is greater than the fact but I still think it's fun! And I recognise that there is a need to dramatize things greatly because the way things really played out in reality would not make good television at all. I hope no real history scholars find this post, and if you do please be gentle with me! I am not really an expert, just a history fan (even though I do find myself wanting to quit my job and become a George Villiers scholar).

If you read all of this you really deserve a medal, and you have all my thanks!

#text post #my posts #mary and george #mary & george #nicholas galitzine

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03/14/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Erroll Shand; Taika; David Jenkins; Save OFMD Crew Theory Thursday; #GLAADforOFMD with AdoptOurCrew; HBO Nonsense; Uproar; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Erroll Shand =

In case you needed yet another reason to love Erroll, he was so sweet about all the birthday wishes and he sent a video in response on Instagram.

On top of that, he responds to literally every message he gets with comments and emojis. Just, really sweet of him to do that.

= Taika Waititi =

Apparently doing a lot of product placement lately!

And a "cool video" which can be seen on @fuckyeahworldoftaika

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad poked his head out for a moment to re-tweet @adoptourcrew's #GLAADforOFMD

== Save OFMD Crew #TheoryThursday ==

Wanna throw some theories in? Reach out on any of the @saveofmdcrewmates socials! Instagram

== #GLAADforOFMD ==

In honor of the GLAAD Awards show going on today, our friends at @adoptourcrew were doing a campaign across twitter and IG to find out what you were #GLAADforOFMD for. If you're interested in sending them some notes: Instagram

== HBO Nonsense ==

Reminder: You can Still sign the petition to #FireDavidZaslav, which is still trending at least 3 days in a row now.

== Uproar ==

Our captain's next movie comes out tomorrow in the use Mar 15! It has come to our attention that it's hard to actually get in and see the movie because it's only available in select cities.

The #RhysDarbyFaction has put together a doc on where to find tickets, and if you can't find them, how to help get Uproar in theatres near you with engaging with various theatres.

Also, the easiest thing you can due to help is like and share posts by Blue Fox Entertainment!:

Like and Share Posts by Blue Fox Entertainment Regarding Uproar on the Various Social medias:

Blue Fox Ent Twitter

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== Watch Party Reminders ==

= Wrecked =

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 15: Lube As A Crew =

Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)

Mar 17: Pirate Radio/The Boat That Rocked Watch Party!

Sunday the 17th of March at 7:30pm GMT / 3:30 pm EST / 1:30 pm CST Hosted & Graphics by @Tillychmo

Watch Party Hashtags:

PirateRadio

AdoptOurCrew

SaveOFMD

OurFlagMeansWatchAlong

== Calendar Reminder ==

Tomorrow is #OurFlagRTL! Join @OurFlagRTL on Twitter for Our Flag Means Death 1 x 10 and a Season 2 binge to celebrate the German release!

#OurFlagRTL - 9:30am PST / 12:30pm EST / 4:30pm GMT

== Articles ==

Our Friends at Tv Insider wrote a very awesome quote regarding the cancellation of OFMD while talking about Rhys Darby and his appearance in the new Night Court series.

"Night Court marks Darby’s first TV appearance since Our Flag Means Death ended in October 2023 and was criminally canceled in January. While we’re still grieving that loss, it’s great to see Darby in another romantic and comedic role so soon." https://www.tvinsider.com/1126692/night-court-rhys-darby-dave-foley-duke/

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a reasonably good day. I was a bit out of sorts and if I was weird to anyone I'm really sorry, wasn't anything directed at you. Reminded me very much how we need to be able to forgive ourselves, and even though we can preach one way, actually doing it can be really difficult sometimes, especially in the moment. I'm pretty worn out tonight, so I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's wise words, please always keep on keepin' on. The world wouldn't be the same without you. Love you crew.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I realize they are different interviews, but they embody the same thing :)

Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @livwifeofkarl

Daily Darby Courtesy of @izzy-hands

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #GLAAD #be a billboard #adopt our crew #save ofmd #save ofmd crewmates #erroll shand #david jenkins #uproar

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hii , could u write for atsumu or kuroo? something like they are jealous bc the reader is playing games for hours and arent paying attention to them? pls ❤️

#ATSUMU IS JEALOUS OF YOUR VIDEO GAMES

#A/N : i wrote this for atsumu bc ugh i just wanna bite him. he fs is secretly a big ol needy boy and just wants ur attention 24/7.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe, baby). cursing.

atsumu was jealous. there, he said it. he thought he was being nice when he bought you that new game at the store the other day, but he didn’t expect it to take up all of your time from him.

the non stop clicking and clacking sounds that have been protruding from your fingertips on the controller was starting to antagonize him. you’ve been at this since 6:30am. its now 2 fucking pm.

but you were just having fun, he’s glad he got you something that made you happy. maybe he could get your attention by offering something else.

“babe, do ya want some onigiri from ‘samu? he brought it over earlier.”

“maybe later, but thank you ‘tsumu!”

strike 1.

another hour goes by and atsumu springs up another idea.

“y/n, my sweatshirts out’ the dryer. wanna wear it?”

“ill put it on in a bit, thank you baby!”

strike 2.

another few hours later, and atsumu thinks this time it’ll work.

“do ya wanna watch a movie or somethin’?”

“sure! we can watch one later”

strike 3.

atsumu has had enough of that damn game. he strolls over to you before shutting off your screen and grabbing your controller before you could even react, plopping right next to you with an arm around your shoulder and an unamused look on his face.

“‘tsumu! what the fuck was that for?”

“you’ve been ignorin’ me all day. it was time to shut it off.”

“…is someone perhaps jealous?” you say, a smirk on your lips.

“no! i just want my time with my girl, s’that to much to ask for?”

you wrap your arms around atsumu before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“sorry ‘tsumu”

“s’okay, baby.”

he finally got what he wanted all day long. a movie, you in his clothes, eating the food osamu made.

“js’ glad to be with you, y/n”

#anime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #msby atsumu #atsumu fic #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #satorisoup

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The DM's Excerpts - Charles III: New King, New Court

Robert Hardman (who also wrote Queen of Our Times, published 2022) has written a new book about the British Royal Family. The Daily Mail is serializing parts of the book over four days, from 12 - 15 January 2024. Here are the links. If anyone has any others, feel free to share them in the comments.

If you don't want to give the DM clicks, I've included highlights below. (My browser doesn't recognize archive.vn or archive.ph as a valid domain so I can't create or access those links.)

TL;DR--

The day the Queen died, 12 Jan 2024

Secret summits over making Charles regent in Queen's last years, 13 Jan 2024

How the royals have dealt with a torrent of allegations from Harry and Meghan, 14 Jan 2024

Harmdan's intimate portrait of a woman who dances at Abba concerts, jabs the King with her handbag and 'knows when to wink at a bishop,' 15 Jan 2024

Excerpt #1, 12 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The last time most of her staff saw The Queen was at the pre-dinner cocktails the evening of September 6th. She was happy, chatty, and in a good mood. (September 6th was the Boris Johnson-Liz Truss transition.)

It was sheer luck that Anne and Peter were at Balmoral during this time. Anne was passing through for work, Peter was preparing for a shooting party he was going to host over the weekend (which ended up cancelled). Also Sarah Chatto was nearby.

On September 7th, The Queen planned to attend the Privy Council meeting as it involved new Cabinet officials being installed. She eventually cancelled on medical advice. This was the first signal to many that she wasn't doing well.

Charles and Camilla were on the western side of Scotland for a series of engagements September 7 - September 8. The morning of September 8, Anne called Charles to come to Balmoral at once. On the helicopter to Balmoral, everyone was reviewing the Operation London Bridge papers. They arrived at Birkhall around 10:30am and traveled to Balmoral in a borrowed car.

William was called around breakfast time and informed of the situation, including that was on his way to Balmoral. Charles himself called William (and Andrew, Edward, and Harry) that they should also come. After Charles's calls, Kensington Palace began coordinating with Royal Lodge (Andrew's office*) and Bagshot Park (Edward's office*) on travel to Scotland. William and KP did not reach out to the Sussexes because betrayal, and they felt the responsibility should have been on the Sussexes to make contact. (*Not really their offices, but it's the easiest way to keep them separate so you know who I'm talking about.)

Everyone was disturbed by Harry's inclusion of these events, especially the "Meghan's not coming/she's my wife/Kate's not coming either/that's all you had to say" bit, in his memoir. Harry's recollection of how he was notified of The Queen's death isn't true - he claims no one was talking to him but actually Charles and the palace had been trying to reach him repeatedly. The calls weren't going through because he was in the air. (Interesting that he'd check the BBC first as opposed to calling back after seeing a dozen of missed calls...or not springing for the wifi package...)

Liz Truss, the new PM, was in a G7 conference call on September 8th when she was notified of the situation in Scotland. She bowed out of the call early and quickly. The G7 leaders knew what was happening.

Charles was rather close to Balmoral when he received the call that The Queen had passed. William, Andrew, Edward, and Sophie were on the way to Balmoral from the Aberdeen airport. Charles called them himself to let them know.

The Archbishop of Canterbury was in France on a personal holiday. He and his wife began preparing to return home after seeing the palace's first statement about The Queen's health. They drove home overnight so Welby could make an address in the morning.

Excerpt #2, 13 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The Queen had been quite ill in her final year. She knew and was aware her time was ending that summer.

A regency would have been created had she lived as long as The Queen Mother because everyone was fearful of a health condition flaring up in public.

Planning for Charles's accession and coronation began in 2015. Sir Alderton, his private secretary, created a "training video" of the accession/transition then that Charles, Camilla, and William watched in the evening of September 8th during their private dinner at Birkhall, while Princess Anne hosted the rest of the family at Balmoral. If Harry wasn't such a dick (my word, not Hardman's), he'd have been part of the Birkhall dinner but he wasn't and there were very serious concerns he would write about it in Spare.

The announcement of The Queen's death was delayed because family members hadn't been informed yet. (I think it was Harry they were waiting on, per the events in the first article.)

The royals were very touched by the outpouring of public affection for The Queen, themselves, and their family. Camilla was struck by how supportive the crowd was of her. Anne was touched by the tractors, horses, and the crowds that lined the roads in Scotland. It was a six hour drive, and she and Tim had had snacks in their car but they both felt it would have been rude to everyone that came to see the procession and pay their respects to be seen eating.

Camilla sobbed through Charles's first speech.

The Privy Council were concerned that the political upheaval in the government would cause problems for the accession, transition, and royal mourning.

It was William's idea for him, Kate, and the Sussexes to do the Windsor walkabout together. He organized it in two hours. No one found it easy or enjoyable.

Excerpt #3, 14 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The Queen felt she had to say 'yes' when Harry contacted her about naming his daughter Lilibet and she was very angry with him for it. (Reading between the lines, it sounds like the decision was presented by the Sussexes as "fait accompli" and The Queen took offense.)

The Sussexes tried to force the palace to go along with their version (that they had asked The Queen for permission) but the palace refused to play. They also tried to intimidate the press with legal action if anyone didn't report "their" version of events, even going so far as threatening the BBC with a lawsuit.

Everyone at the palace rolled their eyes about the Sussexes getting the RFK "Ripple of Hope Award." They felt that the "legacy" the Sussexes were being rewarded for was laughable, especially when compared to Charles's work.

The Caribbean gets its news through the US media. (I believe this confirms the theory that Sussex PR influenced the Caribbean's coverage of the Royal Family)

William saw Harry's comments in the Netflix documentary that they're expected to marry someone who fits the mold as an attack on Kate and he's been furious since. He feels betrayed by Harry having discussed their relationship so freely, thinks it's an intrusion of privacy.

Neither William nor Kate have read Spare but they are aware of what's being said and their staffs have briefed them.

Harry's version of events when The Queen Mother died is totally made up. (In Spare, Harry says he was alone, it was springtime just before Easter, and he took the call himself, but actually he was in Switzerland skiing with Charles and William and all three were told together by an aide.)

It's very suspicious that Spare largely skips May 2018 - March 2020. The palace thinks it'll be covered in the second version or Meghan's memoir.

The door is open for Harry and Meghan to return but they'll have to make the first steps since Charles has given up.

Anne's seat the coronation in front of Harry was a last-minute change so she could leave more quickly after the service in the procssion. She was concerned about keeping her hat on since it was "decent-sized" but she was told to keep it on.

Excerpt #4, 15 Jan 2024 - TBD

Highlights

It's been a difficult transition to Queen for Camilla, but everyone believes she handled it well. Her family finds it surreal.

Camilla doesn't mind being second fiddle to Charles.

She still has her Wiltshire home, Ray Mill, which she bought after divorcing Andrew PB. She still visits and stays there to this day.

Everyone walks a bit on eggshells around Charles because he's a bit temperamental, but Camilla steadies him.

Camilla likes her rooms hot. Charles like his rooms cold and windows open.

Charles skips lunch. Camilla does not.

Camilla keeps Charles running on time when he gets chatty.

Camilla is hands-on with her charities and patronage.

I find her sister is overstaying her welcome. After her starring role in the coronation documentary and now her interviews with Hardman for the book, it's too much and feels like she's trying too hard.

Other stories by Hardman from his book:

Foreign Office officials 'ditched buses for dignitaries' at coronation after backlash at the Queen's funeral, 13 Jan 2024

Brigadier who helped carry Queen's coffin was at a wedding in Corfu, 13 Jan 2024

Queen's funeral rehearsal was a comedy of errors as even the band went AWOL, 13 Jan 2024

Prince Andrew could be 'far more damaging outside the loop,' 14 Jan 2024

The DM's other royal reporters - Martin Robinson, Rebecca English, Natasha Livingstone - are publishing "recaps" of Hardman's excerpts. Some of Rebecca English's stories are augmented by her own sources. Here are a few:

Insiders revewal how the Queen was so upset by Harry and Meghan's Lilibet decision that she told aides 'the only thing I own is my name. And now they've taken that': The royal row taht troubled Her Majesty in twilight of her reign, 15 Jan 2024

'For William, this was the lwoest of the low,' 15 Jan 2024

Camilla was given the affection nickname 'Lorraine' before seh became Queen, 14 Jan 2024

Harry and Meghan likely caused Queen 'distress' in her final years over naming of baby Lilibet, 15 Jan 2024

The Queen's final years were overshadowed by Harry and Meghan's hunger for publicity, 15 Jan 2024

Also, these are reminding me of some things Harry and Meghan (Harry mostly) have claimed and Hardman's articles are debunking them. I need to do a bit of research to check if the dates on what I'm remembering line up with the timeline Hardman is presenting. I'll do a separate post on that since this is already quite long.

#brf #rumors #theories #robert hardman

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ya-zz · 1 year

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Fixed the Broken

Ramattra x reader(gen)

Word count: 3164 It's another 4am write up, I really should fix my sleep, but have another piece. Again, if it's not correct or there are errors, I may fix it when I next come across it... maybe

Also as I finish writing this, it's almost 7:30am. I may have wrote too much-

Ramattra had been sent out on a mission alongside a few of the other Overwatch soldiers. His expertise in close hand combat alongside his menacing demeanour often changed the course of a fight.

However, this wasn't like any other battle he had fought. His mind wandered to you before switching off.

Despite his hatred for humans, he became very fond of you. He couldn't quite place his robotic finger on it, but he felt comfortable around you, as if you had been friends for years.

After being picked up by Overwatch two years ago, you became the sole repair person for omnics and anything of the sort. While you did have some basic knowledge of self defence and could put up a fight if necessary, you were always stationed inside of your workshop mending the broken.

You had repeatedly repaired Zenyatta time and time again, however he got himself injured you could easily fix within the hour. His kind was something you had grown used to repairing, so much so you never needed the manual to fix anything after the first few repairs.

Ramattra, on the other hand, was one omnic you never had the pleasure of fixing, let alone working with. His kind was secured by multiple government walls, so even trying to get the blueprints was proving to be difficult.

Time and time again you had tried to get the documents, but nothing would budge in your favour. Even Reyes had tried, although a less legal way was used, but even he couldn't get zilch from the company who created Ramattra's kind.

The one time Ramattra came in, dragging his feet behind Zenyatta, he denied any form of help from a human, standing in the doorway as you stopped in your tracks and looked at the pair. Zenyatta managed to coax him into sitting down on the chair before you walked over and assessed the damage done on his faceplate.

With a sorrowful look, you told him things were going to be ok and that you were there to help. You didn't ask how his faceplate got cracked, instead you gently pried it off his head and got to work with fixing it.

He noted how soft your hands were against his cheeks before the cold air of the workshop hit his inner skeleton. The one thing Ramattra was grateful for was the ability to feel what humans do naturally. After modifying himself, he managed to do just that. A bit of coding and rewiring made him feel the cold, the heat and the touch of another.

It didn't take too long and Ramattra was out of there within the hour. A small thank you escaped from him before he left alongside his omnic brother.

All you could do was smile to yourself as you finally got chance to be around such a marvellous creation. Despite what you were told about him, you wanted to know more from him. He was that one of a kind omnic you never got the chance to talk to, let alone touch.

----

Athena urgently called for you to go to the ORCA arrival bay the very moment you had put some boxes down from a delivery of spare parts. You quickly put on a jacket before closing up the workshop temporarily and heading down. The air was still, almost heavy as you approached.

A few of the other cadets were anxiously waiting the arrival of the ORCA, Zenyatta nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?" You asked, zipping your jacket up and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Reyes looked to you. "It was successful, but damages have been made."

You look back to the entrance, the sky a deep orange as the sun set below the horizon.

"What damages?"

Reyes didn't say anything.

You feared the worst.

The silence was tormenting you. Nobody spoke a word until the ORCA landed in the bay.

Holding your breath, your grip tightened on your sides.

One by one, members of the team got off the carrier. Bloody faces and bandages. They had been through hell.

Small words were exchanged, the majority of them heading to medical, others for a well earned shower.

Hanzo was the last to appear, hair loose over his shoulders, blood and oil coating his face.

You look at him, relieved he was ok, but your attention quickly shifted to his hands.

"Brother!" Zenyatta had appeared behind you, clearly distraught and pained by what he saw.

Hanzo was holding Ramattra's head, the lights were off. You took a step back.

Damages were made...

You looked at Reyes who was already looking at you.

"Listen kid, I'll do what I can about the documents-" he started, he saw your brow furrow but continued. "Think you can mend him in the meantime?"

"Mend him? He's..." You look back at what was left of Ramattra. A hand grabbed your arm making you turn.

"Please..." Zenyatta sounded in pain, as if he was trying not to cry. Despite his emotionless face, you could tell he was hurting the most.

"I'll try." That's all you could say and do. Try.

Hanzo walked with you to the workshop, the silence almost unbearable.

"I could only retrieve his head." He said, voice low.

"What about any data chips? Memory cards?" You asked, unlocking the door and entering the workshop.

"I am not sure. He was badly injured, his body crushed and torn apart. I fear the enemy was too great an opponent for him." Hanzo delicately placed the head on the closest workbench.

Looking at the archer, you wonder if you could actually do the impossible and bring Ramattra back. Your face showed concern and Hanzo picked up on it instantly.

"You have got this. I'll stop by in the evenings to give you food from the canteen. I know you will stay in here until he is complete."

You nod. He was right. When given a project, no matter how big or small, you see it through with very little break and this was one hell of a project. With no blueprints on how he works, you had to go off your intuition.

"He's lucky I had parts brought in for him recently, just in case... Didn't think I'd need them so soon. I think the first thing to do is to see if his chips are stored in that head of his..." You approach the workbench, looking down at the body-less omnic before you. "Thank you, Hanzo... I hope your recovery and everyone else's recovery is quick."

"You need not worry about me. My concern is with you. Please rest when your body needs it." His hand finds your shoulder, a warm touch to the cold space.

You smile at him before he leaves. You approach the door he just left out of and turn the light outside on, signally to not be disturbed. It was going to be on for awhile.

Ramattra's head stayed on the table as you checked over it and disassembled what you could. Luckily, the chips were stored in there and weren't broken, but you ran a test just to be sure.

When everything came back green a few minutes later, a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

One problem over, now it's time to build an omnic.

----

You couldn't count how many days you had been in the same room. Hanzo would remind you to rest whenever he stopped by with warm cooked food, his worry for you became greater with each day that passed.

Reyes had no luck in getting the blueprints, but by that point you were already working on his chest and arms. Wires were hanging out of the new body for Ramattra, waiting to be soldered into place. His head was facing you as you worked, a small reminder of what's at cost here.

Zenyatta never once stopped by. You would question Hanzo about him whenever you weren't focussed on repairs, but he could offer no response.

You had thought he couldn't come in because he knew what was going on. His brother was merely a shell at the moment. Empty.

----

There was a lot of trial and error in building him. Most of the time it was a miss-soldered wire or a loose bolt, however, you kept pulling through.

When you were attaching his pelvic plate, you looked back at his head and apologised. Even if he wasn't there, it still felt awkward.

You had no idea how many times you had been through the same playlist, listening to the same songs and singing along to them. Each day just merged with the next.

By the time the end of the second week had come around, you had accumulated around 50 hours of sleep and your body was slowly shutting down. The amount of caffeine you had consumed within that time was frightening. Hanzo even made Angela come in and check on you, demanding you to rest for at least a few days before continuing working.

Of course, being the persistent idiot you were, you ignored them and continued to work on Ramattra. He wasn't going to be like he was before and you knew this and you were ready to suffer whatever consequences he throws at you for not being able to fix him completely.

The end of the third week came by slowly and at that point you were a few final wires away from finishing his body and once they were in place, all you had to do was attach his head to it's rightful place.

You gently pick up his head and carry it over to the body, standing on a small step to reach his neck and attach everything to its rightful place.

A small hop down and you walk in front of him, looking up at the omnic in front of you. It was eerily quiet as your music stopped moments before.

"Please work. Please." You begged before heading over to the computer and directing a current to the omnic.

A small hiss and the lights on his forehead turned orange. They blinked a couple times before turning red and completely turning off.

You try again but the outcome was no different.

Heading over to a computer next to the omnic, you run a scan for any errors. A program you had built in your free time to detect any faulty wires or components.

Time remaining: 8 hours

You stare at the screen before the area around you becomes fuzzy. Hanzo walks in the moment you drop to the floor.

Your body completely crashed.

----

The light was bright above you as you came to. Hanzo was by your side as your stirred, placing a hand to your head.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"How long was I out?" You ignored his question to ask your own.

"Nearly a full day." He places a hand on your arm.

"Shit." You go to get up but Hanzo only stops you from moving forward.

"You need to rest."

"I need to fix Ramattra." You tried to get out of his grip.

"Take a break." Hanzo was much stronger than you were, holding you down easily.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"You have to rest." A female voice broke through, tone very much stern. "Doctors orders."

With a tone like that, you stop resisting, instead slumping back into the bed.

"Fine, but only until tomorrow." You try to bargain.

"No, not until I deem you healthy and fit to leave." Angela checked your blood pressure before writing it down. "Rest."

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling before your body drags you back into slumber.

----

You had no idea how much time had passed before Angela had let you go. Hanzo walked with you to the workshop to make sure you were truly ok before leaving you for a training session with Genji.

Upon entering, you are met with what you had left. Ramattra was still standing there with no power. Some dust had begun to settle on his chassis so you made quick and gentle work of brushing it off.

Checking the monitor, all tests had come back green. All was good. You direct the current through again.

Orange.

Red.

Switched off.

You screamed. Like actually screamed, throwing a piece of scrap metal at the wall.

"Three weeks of work for nothing!" Tears streamed down your face as you kept running the current but was getting nowhere. "Fuck, what the actual hell am I supposed to do..."

Omnics didn't come with an on button.

...

Wait...

You rummaged through the spare parts, a small piece rattled at the bottom of the box. Despite feeling somewhat relieved you missed something, you were utterly pissed off with yourself for actually missing something.

Pondering for a moment, you realised where this piece belongs. A small hole underneath his back plate, hidden among cables and wires.

Sonofabitch...

After about another hour of fucking about with everything in his back, you had the piece inserted and flipped up.

Reassembling his back, you head over to direct a current.

Orange.

Red.

Blue.

You could hear hissing which meant his fans were working. A small digital noise escaped from the omnic as his arms twitched, head tilting to the side.

You stand there, body frozen.

"Ramattra?"

His head tilts back up, now directly facing you.

Nothing was said for a moment. The two of you just staring at each other.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you again." Was the first thing he said.

"What?" Your cheeks grew warm.

"You fixed me. I owe you my life." He took a wobbly step forward.

"You don't owe me anything." You say.

"I do. For nearly a month you have worked on fixing me."

"How'd you know it was only a month?"

Ramattra sat down at the workbench, the same place he sat the first time he entered the shop.

"When you checked to see if there was any damage to my chips, you inadvertently set a small current off. I was able to see everything, hear everything."

"How-" You pause for a moment. Your cheeks grew warmer knowing exactly what he was talking about.

The omnic laughed. "I won't say anything." He reassured you. "I want to thank you for being so gentle with everything. You even apologised when you-"

"I get it! You heard it." You look away, embarrassed. "You should go see Zenyatta. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you with a body."

"I want to stay here for a little while. I have grown rather... fond of this place."

"It's nothing special." You try to dismiss him.

"[y/n]. I want to spend actual time with you." He stared at you, lights flickering on his forehead.

You stare wide eyed. "I thought you hated humans."

"You are an exception. A rather great exception. I can tolerate the others for now."

"Mhm." You nod, taking a seat across from Ramattra.

"To be honest, you were the last thing I thought of when I shut down." He said, his tone was almost quiet.

"Why? I'm nothing special."

"You may not think that, but you have done wonders for omnics like me and my brother. You show me that there are good humans among the filth. I believe that is what Zenyatta was trying to tell me."

He gained a laugh from you.

"[y/n]."

"Ramattra?"

"Thank you." He took a hold of your hand that was resting on the table. "You even fixed my touch processors." He sounded shocked at this.

"Yeah... Zenyatta mentioned it was something you had worked on. I tried, so if it doesn't work as it should, feel free to fix it to your liking."

"Thank you." He repeated. "Can I possibly take you to the canteen to get some dinner? You hardly ate a thing when you were working on me."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You grin, cheeks flushed.

"What if I am?"

"Yes. Yes you can." There was a sparkle in your eyes that Ramattra noticed instantly. If he could smile, he would. Your hand was warm as he held it, not wanting to let it go. That same warmth circled through his chassis whenever he looked at you.

Ramattra, dare he say, had fallen for a human. Each day you were fixing him, he grew more and more attached. He noticed how you moved, how you stretched, the gentle touch of putting things together and the concentration on your face when you worked on circuitry on the bench. For nearly a month he had been watching you without you even knowing. He knew things that he figured not many of the others knew. He admired your persistence and determination, yet that scream you let out shook him. He may have feared you were giving up.

Yet you didn't. You didn't give up on him.

He wanted to be with you, not as a way to say thank you, but because he had genuinely fallen for you.

Memory: Repair log, day 10:

"Despite you being a pain in the ass sometimes, you're alright. Fuck, you should've seen how heartbroken Zen was. It hurt me too, you know. If this doesn't work, I will never forgive myself. I don't think Zen will ever get over it either... If you're listening, Ramattra, please wake up... I don't think you understand that you have people here who actually want you back, and not for your strength. I'll miss you if this don't work. I'll miss seeing that damn face of yours and your snarky comments." You laugh. "You always made me smile. Even that day you came in with Zen. You didn't see but when you left I was super happy you trusted me. It was the very first time you let a human touch you. I heard from your brother you hadn't even let any other human touch you before I did...

Hey, Ramattra... you're welcome here anytime. Even if it's just to talk."

There was a small pause.

"Fuck," you laugh, "I can't be falling for you... we hardly know each other."

"It's not so wrong is it? A human falling for an omnic? Would you even feel the same? I don't know."

"Oh shit, where the fuck did I put it?"

"Ramattra. I think I'm in love with you yet I hardly know you. It's crazy that it can happen like that... I'm probably going crazy."

"Fuck."

"Ow."

"You'll be done soon, I can feel it."

You rested your head on the desk, eyes slowly closing and pulling you to sleep. "I love you... Ramattra..."

----

An omnic in love with a human. A human in love with an omnic... It wasn't unheard of, he just believed it would never happen to him, especially with how things turned out with his last mission.

He would run that memory log over and over again.

"I love you... Ramattra..."

"I love you too... [y/n]..."

#ramattra x you #ramattra x reader #self insert #ramattra #overwatch ramattra #ow ramattra #overwatch #ow #ramattra fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #my writing #my work #yazzfics

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seedsofwinter · 1 year

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I have 5 boxes of Good Omens zines and merch in my house and I should NOT by the end of the summer. Did you miss these the first time around? Come talk to me!

🎶 “Don't cha wish your bookshelf was hawt like mine? Don't cha?” 🎶

Over 2 years, with a group of friends and fellow fans, I worked on 6 Good Omens print zines (plus another 7 or 8 digital only?) I wrote and was the editor for ones with stories; I did marketing for all of them. I know these books too well, their rising emotions, their jokes, the sexy bits...

Now, I’m the one who has all the physical overstock. Which accumulates..... Oh, does it accumulate haha

I’ve spent the past few days preparing to let you know what is in these boxes.

So!

Fellow Good Omens fans, drop me a line. I have all the books in the 2nd picture and they could be yours instead. I also have various merch which will need homes. Some more pics of those and books below!

This @oursidezines Pride 2022 book could be yours! I have most of the pride flag postcards too. Out of and low on a few.

This @WingZine could be yours! I have all postcards to join it as well. And a spare few bookmarks and stickers.

This @ineffableeraszine vol 3: Bookshop 1800s could be yours! I have the postcards that go with it; and a tidy number of bookmarks, the Aziraphale sticker, and the Crowley sticker. Plus the lanyard with PVC card.

This @IneffableEras vol 2: Soho 1967 could be yours!

I have the postcards that go with it, a handful of the “You Go Too Fast For Me” Crowley and Aziraphale charm, and a few pages of stickers. Plus the lanyard with PVC card.

Here's what the lanyards and PVC cards look like, so you can know! For other merch, come talk to me. 1800s' card is half an inch slimmer than 1941 and 1967.

All have an about 16 inch lanyard with "Ineffable Eras” printed in an Era-unique font. All with lobster clasp style hook.

I have a hold on all my remaining @IneffableEras vol 1: Blitz 1941 (if someone decides not to get it, or after held copies reach their destination). These were from my personal stash, so there were not many.

If you’d like to roll the dice I can take your name, but it's a long shot. Those who have a hold on a copy know it’s their last chance to get one.

I HAVE postcards, a few stickers, the Aziraphale charm and the Crowley charm, and the above lanyard.

THE EASIEST WAY TO REACH ME is twitter: https://twitter.com/OlivierHennis.

But you can message me here. I’m doing this all myself, so just give me a little time. I haven’t slept in almost 24 hours bc I hyperfixated on taking stock and doing the pictures. XD So I’m gonna go do that. [11:30am EST, May 10, 2023.]

I’ll make updates on this post if/when zines or merch are fully gone!

Thanks! And HAPPY GOOD OMENS 33RD ANNIVERSARY!

#good omens #good omens 33 #ineffable may 10 #ineffable may #crowley #aziraphale #good omens zine

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katsukiizmoon · 2 years

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E U N O I A ;

a well mind, beautiful thinking

tags: daddy kink, dry humping/grinding, praise, degradation, thigh fucking, f!reader, comfort, softies, cum, creampies, aftercare, collars, choking, pet names, sex, cuddles, healthy relationship ™, switch!bakugou, switch!reader, light hair pulling, spanking, light overstimulation, pussy eating, nipple touching

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

a/n: please forgive formatting I wrote and posted this on mobile lol anyways ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ read the tags pls and enjoy

18+ MDNI Please & Thank You

You walk down the hall, turning right and into the bedroom after an exhausting day. Your boyfriend lays across the room in bed, tired and half naked.

The cool air wafts around you, up the thin t-shirt you're adorning to brush over your nipples. They're hard, not that you notice. Goosebumps roll over the supple skin of your thighs and you hurry to the bed.

"Mhhh- you're finally in bed. That stupid skincare routine you have takes forever." Katsuki mumbles, adjusting himself to face you.

The blankets are warming the lower half of your body, basic black comforter trapping heat inside.

"Hey! I'll have you know, it only takes ten minutes and I'm going to look thirty when I'm FIFTY! " You bite out.

He snorts, eyes rolling before tugging you a little closer.

"You know what that means right?" His tone makes you squint. An arm drapes itself over your waste, rubbing little circles into your back.

"What?" You deadpan.

Mistake number one.

His hand snakes it's way under your Tshirt to the bare skin awaiting. The room is still cold, with a flirty breeze.

A tongue swipes over plush, pink, lips and he places a quick peck on your own. The blankets begin to rustle when he moves, hips now flush against your own.

"It means I'm going to want to fuck your pretty mouth for the rest of my damn life, darlin." Katsuki smirks, proud of himself.

You scoff.

"Oh puh-lease! You'd fuck my mouth if it was as pleasurable as a hollow piece of styrofoam."

You can hardly contain your giggles when the blonde rolls his eyes and frowns.

"Oh shut the fuck up, y/n. I would not!"

The both of you continue with playful banter for the next ten minutes before sleepiness takes over.

*:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:**:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:*

The next day goes with ease. Katsuki goes to work after wishing you farewell with a kiss to the forehead.

Not even an hour later you're cleaning and preparing for your own job. It's currently 7:30am and your eyelids still beg to shut. The smell of chemicals fills the air in your living room and you bid yourself a job well done.

Hot, unforgiving water rolls over your body as you pop the cap on body wash. It works your sore muscles up and down while you scrub yourself.

You quickly begin applying neutral makeup, as if only to enhance your natural features. Concealer, light foundation, a nude lip topped with gloss, and mascara.

The time reads 8:45AM and your eyes widen.

"Ope-"

You run out the door, bagel and tea in hand as you get in the car. The engine whirrs to life and you fiddle with the radio station before settling on a playlist.

When you get to work, the office is cold and stale. A stack of papers waits on your desk and you sigh before sitting on the leather chair.

Work goes smoothly but time drags on, taunting you with the invitation of your bed when you get home.

After seven grueling hours of slaving away for corporate, you finally stumble into the house.

The lock clicks behind you and your bags drop to the floor as soon as you get inside. Shoes discarded off to the side of the door as you throw what you prepped for dinner in a pan.

Preparing dinner ahead of time has been amazing for reducing food waste and costs. It doesn't take long, just throwing chicken and some sides in Ziploc bags and thawing it in the fridge. But it saves you on days like these, with aching feet and a sore head.

Katsuki gets home a little late, as you're sitting on the couch post shower in pajamas. The TV murmurs in the background while you flip through pages of a book.

Your eyes meet his own ruby orbs, lashes fluttering. The poor thing looks exhausted. Content, yes, but tired.

"Hey baby" You greet, padding across the vinyl floor to give him a peck on the cheek. Your fingers rub over his chest and down his tummy.

"'M kinda dirty right now lovey, I know you'l prolly already showered." He sighs into a kiss. His hand rests on your waist, thumb pressing into the soft skin exposed from lifting.

And it's true, there's dirt and grime smudged on his face and arms. His uniform looks battered.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and places them to the side with your own.

"Mmm.. Let me start the shower for you." You murmur, pulling away.

His hand drops from your waist and his arms stretch above his head.

You quickly turn on the hot water, waiting for him to follow behind you and begin undressing. Grabbing a lavender scented shower melt and tossing it into the bottom.

Lifting your torso to stand completely and turn around, you're met with a half naked Bakugou with his back to you.

He tosses everything into the laundry bin and begins pulling off his socks. Then go his pants, dropping to the tiled floor.

Bakugou's forearm rests on the bathroom counter, other hand reaching to snatch his bottoms from around his ankles.

Your eyes drop to his ass, admiring it as he stands. His ass is plush, round and firm. All the deadlifts and hip thrusts he does in the gym pay off tremendously.

He turns around and you hear a laugh when your eyes snap back up to his grinning face.

"Like what you see, dumbass?" Katsuki smirks, closing the distance between you too.

"Oh you know I damn well do." Your hands reach around his abdomen to grab at his firm bottom.

Lavender fills the room and you sigh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

You press a quick kiss to his chest, pat his butt and separate. He strolls toward the running water, pulling the door open and entering the steaming glass shower.

Leaving the bathroom to give him some space, you begin heating up dinner for him. While that circles through the microwave, you begin flicking through all the streaming services to find something he'll enjoy.

There's a new viking-esque show that seems interesting and to his liking. You had your time to indulge in Rick & Morty while he worked, so it's only fair.

A beep travels through your ears and after pressing the pause button, you stretch your limbs out. The Tshirt and shorts your in are more than comfortable, light and relaxing.

Quickly, you pull the simmering food from the microwave. Coconut chicken, rice, and asparagus were often a fan favorite of his. The meal came to be after many searches through Pinterest foodie boards, when you'd decided to experiment one night.

Thin fingers wrap around the freezer handle and you grab a coconut popsicle as a quick treat.

You place it on the black living room table and plop onto the couch, popsicle in hand.

Katsuki trudges in wearing grey sweats, sitting beside you and snatching his plate off of the table to eat. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, thanking you.

A man on the television screams, stomping towards the other very angry man. The two begin arguing, speaking of trades.

Cool air drifts over your legs and you shiver, grabbing the throw blanket set off to the other side of the couch. You scoot closer on the soft grey couch to your boyfriend, whom is gobbling food down like a mad man.

"What's this?" He asks, looking at the television.

"Mmm I thought you might like it. There's vikings." Your pink tongue laps at the popsicle, eyes trained on the screen.

"Hell yeah, how was work today?" Katsuki asks, shoving the last asparagus spear in his mouth.

"T'was okay as always. I'm a little tired of paperwork but otherwise nothing eventful came to be. You?" Your tongue slides up the side of the cream-coloured treat to slurp up excess coconut milk.

Bakugou stands, sauntering over to the kitchen, where he places his plate in the dishwasher on instinct. He gulps down the rest of his water.

You feel the couch dip and his skin pressed against your side. A thick forearm wraps around your middle as you lean into his touch. Your eyes are still trained on the screen, licking at the popsicle without thought.

"Same, honestly. My muscles are a bit sore though." He says.

The screen now shows a bunch of women and men, chanting and lifting glasses in what appears to be a bar.

"I'll have to give you a massage tonight then." You state.

Bakugou's eyes are trained on your face, watching you lap at the popsicle in your mouth, sucking. It disappears in your mouth, white drops of flavoring and coconut milk pooling at the corners of your lips.

He feels the room begin to heat up, cock beginning to twitch in his pants. Oh, boy. You're going to be the death of him.

You turn towards him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. You pull the popsicle out of your mouth and give him a confused look. A bead of coconut milk drips from the corner of your mouth.

Katsuki feels hot. Hot and heavy. His mind is going blank, all he can think about is your innocent eyes staring into him while he watches you lick at your lips.

His mouth presses to yours with vigor, just enough pressure to startle you. His tongue swipes over the corner of your mouth to take in the liquid before he pushes it between your lips.

You kiss back softly, submitting to his movements, coconut popsicle damn near forgotten. His hand reaches to your thigh, where he digs his fingers into the flesh there.

A coat of damp sweat begins to blanket over his skin. Your mouth tastes so good, so sweet. Lips soft and pliant against his own.

He pulls back -"god"- before he dives into your mouth again. This time he pulls you into his lap, you whimper, and his cock twitches underneath his sweats.

You break away, "'suki m popsicle is melting" you mutter out. Lips now plump from being nibbled and toyed with. His fingers are pressing into your ass, having slid under your loose shorts.

Katsuki looks and sure enough, there's cream or whatever the hell is in that popsicle dripping down your fingers. There's not much of it left, though.

"Finish the rest really quick." He says, taking the stick out of your hand and pushing it into your mouth. You swallow down the rest, hand still wet and sticky with sugar and coconut milk.

He tosses the stick to the side and you can feel how hard he is pressing in between your folds. If you roll your hips, it'll push against your clit and just feel so-

Katsuki grabs your hand, thumb on your palm and the rest of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It's hotter than it should be. Ruby eyes stare into yours, tongue lapping the last bits of white liquid off of of your fingers.

"You've been such a good girl." He murmurs.

The room is suddenly ten degrees hotter, your breath quickening.

His tongue is in your mouth in a flash, hands now roaming up and down your body as your own take purchase on his chest. He's so thick and firm and hot up and down.

Katsuki always smells of salted caramel and vanilla cookies. He always feels so good. You begin grinding your pussy down on his clothed cock. A moan bubbles in your throat, threatening to escape between hot and sticky kisses.

Your thumb brushes over his nipple and his cock jumps when you push down harder. Your clit feels like electricity just shot through it and traveled through your body.

Katsuki can hardly think.

Really. You're beginning to soak through your flimsy shorts and letting out muffled little whimpers when he grips a little harder in certain areas. He takes time to lick his way up and down your neck, crooning to the side to bite and suck.

That really begins to do it.

Your hips get frantic, you no longer care how loud you are. He can feel how wet you are through his sweats and his own precum is slick and dampening them.

You push down harder and jerk back.

He lets out a moan. It's rough and strained and his hands begin to guide you and keep your soaked pussy pressed against him the entire time.

"Oh fuck- god, god, god- haaahh-" You whimper.

"You're so fucking slick and needy for me princess." He murmurs between kisses.

His thick hand slides up your torso to your throat, squeezing at the sides. Your head begins to loll to the side, hair messy and lips damn near bruising now.

"Daddy I need- I need-" You start, gripping hard on his shoulders pushing harder in search of release.

His cock is so hard it fucking hurts now. A bead of precum just slid down his dick and he's watching you fall apart without his hand even near your heat.

You feel as if someone's got you strung up by a single thread, hanging in the air waiting to be released to fall into the abyss. And fuck, he's so pretty.

The back of your head stings a little and you realize with excitement he just tugged your hair at the roots. You're so fucking high on this and he knows it, too.

"Needy slut."

A hand comes down with a crash onto your right ass cheek, other keeping your hips steady. It quickly goes back to your throat where you go back to feeling heavy and like you're walking on fucking clouds.

Your hips kick forwards and you let out this wet, filthy whine. You hear him muttering expletives while your folds soak his sweatpants in slick.

The friction just feels so good.

And Katsuki knows you're starting to get close when your fingers begin to shake.

"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking good. So good. Such a needy slut for me. All mine." He half whispers half moans, hand reaching for the back of your head.

Lips crash onto yours, teeth clash, and he bites your lower lip. The sting from your hair being pulled makes you whine and grip him harder.

You're trying so hard to keep it in, not to cum. You know you shouldn't without permission.

And just like that, he makes you fall apart.

"Be a good girl and cum for me baby." He mutters, left hand still on your hips while the other travels to push into your mouth.

You coat his fingers in spit and suck as hard as you can before nodding frantically.

It hits you like a fucking wave, your head drops back, and he catches it while your thighs quake and quiver. Your entire body pulls into itself and drool begins to froth at the corner of your lips.

Sweat beads down your forehead and back, your thighs are sticky and hot and uncomfortable and you whine through it.

"Shhh.. good girl, you're doing so good." He kisses up and down your neck and face while your eyes are rolling back.

The shaking stops, and , he's whispering that he'll be right back, laying you on your chest on the couch. The sofa is all too comfortable but your pussy won't stop convulsing and clenching and everything just feels so limp and fuzzy.

"I'm back princess." Katsuki whispers, and begins helping you sit up on your knees.

The collar wraps around your throat. It's black and a small chain dangles. At the end, "Katsuki" is engraved into a small, metal oval that hangs off a ring. The back clicks together, with a little heart that requires a key to unlock it.

You whine and he chuckles.

His cock strains against his grey sweats, now dark in the center from the both of you being filthy and all over eachother.

You tilt your head back to look at him, lips glossy and eyes spacy. He gives you a quick kiss before laying you on your chest on the couch.

His fingers grip the inside of your shorts and he yanks them down, pulling them off your body and tossing them to the side.

"Fuck- babe- god you look so wet." He groans, palming his erection.

Your ass is straight up in the air, wiggling side to side as he chuckles and slaps your ass. Your fists are balled up near your head, turned to the side while you stare into space and wait.

His fingers push between your folds and coat themselves with your juices. You're so sensitive. It feels so good and he's hardly even touched you.

"Yes, fuck, you're soaking." He whispers, thrusting two fingers inside of you. He begins pumping them in and out, muttering praises and you feel his lips press against the curve of your ass.

"Daddy you're being mean!" You whimper out, pushing your hips back, frustrated.

"Don't be a needy fucking whore, princess." He grits out, placing a harsh slap against your already red ass cheek.

"Ohh- oh fuck- m sorry m sorry!" You moan, spit leaking onto the couch. Your eyes and ass both sting at the contact. Surely it's going to hurt to sit tomorrow.

"M gonna fuck these pretty thighs, gonna make a fucking mess of you." He says, and you hear him pump his cock a few times.

Katsuki's mind is fuzzy, just as high on you as you are on him. His fingers continue gathering slick, wet juices all over them before he pulls them out.

He rubs your clit in little circles for aoment to watch you clench down, overstimulated. Your hips rut forward and he watches your tongue sweep over your lips.

You're so pretty like this, he thinks, and probably says outloud. He can't help it. Your ass is a little raw from the spanking, pussy leaking down your thighs and sticking to everything. The collar has always looked so good on you, always suiting you so well. He loves watching you.

After throwing his pants to God only knows where, he pushes his cock between your thighs and lets out a slutty moan. He licks one of his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. Chest pressed over your back as he slips between your folds.

You moan, sucking on them, cleaning them off for him like a good girl.

"Shit." He moans, cock slipping in and out of your folds as he fucks your thighs.

You're squirming under him, you can feel it pushing against your clit and sliding between your thighs over and over. It feels so good, being wanted by him. You want his thick throbbing dick to fill you to the brim.

"God, you always feel so- so fucking good."

You push your hips back and forth and he starts feeling electricity ignite across his skin like tiny fireworks.

Little "oh"s tumble from your lips while he tries to keep sanity in his line of sight. It's so hard, with your pussy coating him in such a warm, wet substance. You always taste so sweet on his tongue and he longs for that high again.

He grips your thighs, palms heating up a little, and opens them wider.

Katsuki pulls his cock from between your supple skin and palms at your ass, diving his face into you.

His tongue laps at your clit and slips inbetween the crevice of your lips. Sucking and gathering everything he can.

You moan louder, thighs spreading and closing, pussy clenching.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You force out, feeling that familiar pool of heat in your belly.

He pulls away, flips you over on your back before you can complain and starts shoving his cock inside you.

It's so thick. It always is. He's slow, gentle about it. You know how much restraint he's using by his furrowed brows and rolled back eyes.

His head lolls forward, forehead touching your own. He licks his lips one, two, three times. Soft, bruised lips meet your own before you hear him.

"Such a good girl- fuck- always so good for me. One more baby, you can do it I promise." Katsuki moans out, gently rolling his hips to adjust you.

Your hands find themselves on his back, nails dragging down. His hands adjust your legs, calves thrown over his shoulders now. His chest is to yours, now fully flush and to the hilt inside you.

Your minds go blank, falling into the madness of pleasure that wraps around the both of your bodies. Lips find their way all over your face, peppering you in pecks.

And then he moves.

Head of his cock pressing against your gspot. It's too much, he's too warm. He's too good. It hurts. It feels amazing. You're fucking losing your mind.

Your hands slam to the couch, gripping the coushion and the stupid throw blanket. You feel the need to rip everything and throw it.

He's pumping into you, moaning. His voice is so pretty.

Katsuki is so goddamn pretty. He's so fucking pretty. All muscle and smooth skin and and-

Fuck.

"Oh God, take it, take it, takeittakeittakeit. Goddamn whore, princess, such a good girl." He spits, no longer thinking. His voice pitch is getting higher.

Thrusts becoming more frantic, you take this as your chance to be bad. Even if it does feel better than anything you've ever felt.

You reach, wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing gently. His hips stutter in response.

"My turn." You moan out.

Somehow, you manage to get the upper hand. He puts up a mild struggle, but you get your legs around his middle, flipping the both of you over as you start bouncing on his cock.

He's searching for something to grab onto now. One hand wraps around his throat, rhythmically clutching and releasing grasp. Just enought o keep him fucked out and off in a daze.

"Oh- hhmnnn fuck baby-"

You giggle a little inside, his thick member pushing against every sweet spot you have. Loud squelching, filthy noises fill the room with clapping.

One of your hands runs up his abs and to his chest. Nimble fingers reach for a nipple and begins rubbing in circles and pulling lightly.

He gasps, eyes flying shut as his head hits the grey fabric. Hips bucking up into yours. You notice his hands shaking.

"You're such a naughty boy for me. You like being choked huh" You murmur in his ear, slowing down into a nice gentle grind.

Katsuki nods frantically, spitting something jumbled that sounds like "I'll be good". He's chewing on his bottom lip, making light whimper and desperate gasps while you continue to toy with his nipples.

"Princess- fucking brat- m gonna cum." He groans out.

You speed up, bouncing and pinching harder. Shoving a thumb into his mouth for him to lick and suck on is his undoing.

White thick cum spills inside you and fills you to the tippy top as he moans out curse words and praises. It spills out of you, forming a frothy ring at the base of his cock and you whine and hump your cunt on him.

"Oh fuck- yes- fill me daddy. Fuck, oh fuck-"

You're on your back. It happens before you can blink.

His cock is still throbbing, cum making everything louder. It leaks from your pussy to your asshole as he starts pounding into you.

A firm hand comes down onto your ass, slap ringing through the living room.

"You fucking whore." He grits, free hand going to rub rough circles on your clit. He speeds up, quickening his pace, angling his hips up.

The collar is jingling with every bounce of your tits. Every thrust he makes brings a grasp or moan from your lips.

The world stops momentarily.

Your pussy wraps around him so tightly it almost hurts. Your body is wrapped into a cocoon of blank space. Almost as if you are a blank piece of paper.

When you come back to planet earth, he's already pulled out of you. Peppering light kisses up and down your body.

You feel his arms up under you and suddenly you're limp and off the couch.

"Shhh, it's okay baby."

You mumble something and hear him chuckle. Your back is slowly placed onto the sheets of your bed.

The bed dips and you look over, starting to come back to your senses. Bakugou is in a new pair of sweats, laying directly beside you and watching you.

His hand smooths over your your tummy and you roll, curling into his chest. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Miss you-" you murmur, pressing your face into his chest further, arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm right here, dumbass. Do you want to take a bath with me or just sleep?" He whispers against the top of your head, fingers rubbing circles into your back.

"Neither. Cuddles."

You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Okay baby. You know how much I love you, right? You know I don't think of you as a whore or a slut. You're so pretty. I love you." He murmurs, gently working your muscles.

"Mhmmm! I love you too bunny." You mumble, pressing your fingers into him to dig knots out aswell.

Your hand travels to his ass cheek, where you give it a firm squeeze.

"God I love your butt! It's so nice and soft and firm."

His fingers dig into you a little harder, but he relaxes into your touch regardless.

"Oh I know you do princess, I know you do. Are you doing okay? Would you like some water?"

You shake your head no but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Instead, you roll over and grab the tv remote. He's already turned the TV in the other room off, thank fuck.

"Baby, you need to go pee. You're going to get a UTI otherwise." He says, brow raised.

You huff but do as told. When you come back, there's water beside the bed regardless and you notice a bottle of lotion on his nightstand.

You flop back onto the bed beside him, having found a large shirt of his to get comfortable in.

"Wanna watch anime?" You bring the doe eyes out again, pouting. Your hair sticks up in all kinds of ways that will be hell to get unknotted in the morning.

He has tomorrow off, so you know he'll help in the shower. Part of you giggles at the red and blue splotches all over him from kisses and sex.

"Of fucking course, soft shit or do you wanna watch horror?" He asks, turning towards the screen.

You pick horror, for whatever reason, knowing you'll get to make him watch SpongeBob with you afterwards. The screen comes to life and you curl into his side.

Through the night, you take turns massaging eachother up and down. Talking about clothing you want to buy, house decor, among other things.

You make him watch cartoons after the horror anime. Everything about him screams happiness at the end of the night. Relaxed face, soft features and even breathing.

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