#on my computer these are soft and fuzzy in a good way but on my phone its bad type of fuzzy

[leslie057]

NANCY WHEELER IN 3x08 THE BATTLE OF STARCOURT

[2tarbell]

vanilla birthday cake — send some dialogue 4 a short drabble with rafe + any of my !readers

mean!rafe + crybaby!reader “i don’t wanna know”

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MEAN!RAFE + CRYBABY!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

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rafe had had just about enough. he wasn’t very patient to begin with but he was trying to be better — for her.

his poor little girlfriend that had a never ending supply of sorrow and tears. normally, around him, she was content as could be. and he was happy to indulge her and be the one to soothe her when external factors hurt her sensitive heart.

but she just wouldn’t stop crying.

today, she had to have set a new record. whimpering away next to him while rafe tried to get some work done on his computer. she knew better than to interrupt him when he was working, but crybaby just needed some attention. some love.

what if he was all quiet ‘cause he realized how annoying she was? what if—

“okay, what’s a-matter?”

her watery eyes flickered up to his deep blue and thundering ones.

rafe stared at her impatienty — fingers poised as if about to start typing. but his eyes held a question in them. an intensity that makes crybaby shrink into herself, eyes shifting and babbling for an answer while her shaky hands played with the buttons on her shirt.

“wha—? oh, um, s’nothing…”

not a good liar, but even worse at holding eye contact. rafe huffed and closed the laptop abruptly. he spread his legs further, setting the device somewhere beside him. she could be so difficult sometimes.

“kid, you’re over there, sniffin’ and shit — what’s the problem?” his voice was gruff and low, but so familiar and comforting in its own way. running a hand over his buzzed head in a way that always sent her heart racing.

“well, uh, i— i jus’— um…” the stuttered words came out clumsily, not a coherent thought in her head as she stared wide eyed at him. tears began to well anew.

“okay, okay— shut up. i don’t wanna know anymore, jus’— c’mere.”

god, she looked dumb with that look on her face. all frozen and tense as he tries to coax her closer. like a deer and a hunter.

rafe tilts his head to the side, a small smirk settling on his lips. he sees the moment she relaxes; eyes still wet and lip still trembling but she’s scooting closer nonetheless.

he scoops crybaby into his lap, strong arms circling her and pulling her into his chest. rafe sighs like it’s hard work — but the concerned furrow of his brow says otherwise.

she’s still sniffing, nuzzling her face further and further into his chest as she straddles him. trying to disappear fully into his warmth and affection. it’s like just being in his arms sends her into a daze. it’s made worse by his hand pulling her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

her rafe. that soft mumble only she’s privy to. his gentleness entirely reserved for her, for her moments of need. yet, she loves when he’s mean to her — in that dirty, knowing way he is. when her heart just feels so heavy and she doesn’t wanna think anymore. she craves that fuzziness only he can make her feel, a warmth pooling in her underwear. she needs it.

her voice is meek and barely audible when she huffs, “i jus’— today was so—”

rafe rolls his eyes, but tugs her closer. pressing firm kisses to her hairline and letting her ramble on about all the hard things she went through. she doesn’t register his wandering hands. it’s only when his fingertips are breaching her lace panties when she finally notices how he’s pushed her skirt up.

“hmf— rafey—”

her slickness makes a groan vibrate through his chest, fingers pressing forward until he’s prodding at that spongey spot just right. crybaby is hiccuping and sniffling again — eyes pitifully squeezed shut from the intrusion.

“shuddap, let daddy do this, yeah? getchu to stop whinin’ for once.”

based off this little thing i wrote!!!

[bratbby333]

please more gamer bf sukuna<3

❝ play with me, instead ❞

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request from: @youliveincassisworld + 🔋anon + and two others ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ part one here + gamer!bf sukuna drabbles here cw: it's sukuna lol

gamer!bf sukuna who loves when you cockwarm him while he plays, even though you are quite the distraction.

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you straddle his hips, legs threading through the arm rests of his gaming chair, your bare chest flush against his clothed one. his big, throbbing cock nestles deliciously inside you.

“god you’re so fuckin’ tight on me…gonna win this one just for you, doll...then i'm all yours.”

you whimper against his neck, your needy pants sending chills down his spine.

“please...make it quick 'kuna…need you so bad,” you whine, but his eyes never break away from the monitor, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on his game.

you huff at his lack of attention, the stillness of his girth no longer quelling the unrelenting pangs of desire pulsing deep in your core. you slowly grind your hips into him, the thick head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. you choke back a moan when his hand finds the back of your neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.

"be good 'n sit still or you're not gettin' anything at all," he says sternly.

you know better than to distract him. he takes his games very seriously and absolutely hates losing. but, you also know how good he fucks you when you act up, and how rough he gets with you when the game doesn't end the way he likes...so, why not kill two birds with one stone?

you weigh both options before siding with your better judgement, your movements ceasing. you rest your cheek on his shoulder, your arms snaking underneath his arms, hugging him tight.

"good girl."

your heart flutters at his praise as you smile into his neck, nuzzling deeper into him, the smell of his cologne making your head fuzzy.

his fingers press rapidly on the keyboard, the monotonous clicks and soft sounds of gunfire fill the room.

you sit patiently, taking in the warmth of his body and the stretch of his rock hard member still deep inside you. your pussy flutters around him as he swears at his game. you love seeing him tense and focused.

you can't take it, you need more.

your soft smile shifts into a devious smirk as your hips pick up where they left off. you feel his shoulders tense against your arms as he growls deeply, jutting his hips up into you, but seemly frustrated by your deviance.

“cut that shit out, brat.”

you hum in response, suppressing a giggle, your pelvis grinding deeper into him.

you hear the sound of his computer shutting down, and before you can register what's happening, his hands anchor in your armpits, lifting you up and flipping you around, your back now firm against his chest. he positions your feet on the edge of the desk, knees bent up.

“wanna act like a disobedient brat, im gonna treat you like one.”

he takes two fingers and shoves them between your parted lips, toying with the back of your throat. you gag as your mouth inundates with saliva.

he removes his fingers from your hot, wet mouth, dragging them down your chest, leaving a trail of spit along your body. his soaked fingers dance around your folds. you lean into his rough touches, heat rising in your cheeks as he plays with the flesh around your clit.

"kuna...p-please. want your fingers...need them," you stutter out.

a deep chuckle erupts from his chest as he continues to tease you, caressing every part of you other than the place you need him most.

"you defy me and think you'll be rewarded for it? you must be out of your mind, brat." he brings his free hand up to your face.

"spit."

with his palm coated in your saliva, he strokes himself as his fingers strum in and out of your folds. you whine, the lack of attention on your clit driving you insane.

"c'mon brat, talk to me. since you wanna interrupt my game…whaddya need?"

"anythin'...please 'kuna i'm sorry. want you so fuckin' bad. i'll be good...jus' give me anything..."

you whine as you feel his fingers leave your core.

"wha- no...sukuna i-," your pleas get stuck in your throat, eyes blowing wide as his hand clenches around your neck. he tilts your head back so it's resting on his shoulder.

"you're gonna sit here n let me use your sweet little cunt..." he lets go of your throat, jostling your head around from the force of his grip.

"but brats don't get to cum."

you try to bargain with him, but his large hand clamps over your mouth. he laughs, watching your chest heave in desperation, before pressing the head of his cock to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles against your dripping cunt.

he pushes into you roughly, your slickness the only thing saving you from the abruptness of the intrusion.

he leans back in the chair, connecting his forearms to the pits of your knees, pulling your legs toward your ears. he clasps his hands behind your head, and your heart drops knowing what's in store for you.

he shifts himself lower in the chair, planting his feet firmly on the ground, using his new found leverage to pummel into your gushing pussy, giving you no time to adjust to his pace. your legs push against his forearms, your body fighting for relief from his unyielding strokes. your cries resonate through the room as he bullies deeper into you.

"p-please...can't..can't take it," you beg, eyes filling with tears.

"you said you'd take anything...thought this was what you wanted, slut." he readjusts his grip behind your head, grabbing at your hair, craning your neck so he can see your face.

"look at me. open your fucking eyes...watch me destroy you." he growls, his unrelenting pace and bruising grip in your hair making you see stars. he tilts your head down, forcing you to watch him plunge in and out of you. the sight alone is enough to bring you to release.

his thick cock kisses your g-spot with every stroke. you grip down on him, choking on your moans.

"kuna..'m gonna c-cum," you stutter out, barely able to keep your eyes open. he hums in acknowledgment, and just as your body reaches its crescendo, he pulls out.

"don't even think about it...already told you no."

you cry out as his hand smacks repeatedly on your pulsating clit, sending twinges of pain and pleasure through your tired body.

"gonna use you some more...you can’t cum ‘til i say so.”

he drops one of your legs over the arm rest, tugging at his cock before he shoves back into you, finding his original pace immediately. he picks your leg back up and pulls them both tighter against your trembling body, knees rubbing against your ears as he rams deeper into you.

your body aches, every neuron firing at once, urging you to let go. the ferocity of his strokes coaxing you to paint his taught thighs with your sweet juices, but you know that if you ignore his commands the punishment will be even worse.

"fuck...f-fuck, 'kuna...i-"

he pulls out again, smacking the shaft of his dick on your puffy pussy. he grins at your tortured expression, his crazed eyes drinking in your shaking body as he edges you. you writhe around in his lap, groaning at your emptiness.

"not yet..." he teases before bottoming out inside you once again. hot, wet tears trickle down your face as you fight off your impending orgasm once again.

"this is what you wanted, right?" the heavy sound of his balls smacking into your center emphasizes his words. your head is spinning, unable to focus on anything other than the aggressive, rhythmic strokes finding the deepest parts of your sopping core.

“answer me, brat.”

“unghh…yes. yes ‘kuna. ahhh! love when you u-use me,” you babble, too overstimulated to form coherent sentences.

he releases one of your legs again, shoving his digits back into your mouth. you choke against his fingers, the sounds of your gagging sends heatwaves through his body.

the tightness in your tummy is impossible to ignore as he pounds into you like a madman, his drenched fingers rubbing rough, sporadic circles into your poor, abused clit as he continues to drill into you.

"i-i'm...ah fuck, ‘kuna i-"

you squeeze around him, making his hips stutter and his cock twitch inside you.

"mhm...i know," he purrs into your ear. "i feel you grippin' down on me...go 'head. cum for me right fuckin' now. make a mess on me." he approves, his pelvis smacking into you with fervor, fingers continuing to rub against you.

your eyes roll back as a string of incoherent curses fall from your lips as you finally meet the sweet release of your orgasm. a few more pumps and he spills his thick, hot seed into you, accompanied by a rumbling groan that vibrates through his chest and into yours. he stills against you and releases the leg that was still held up against your chest, untangling your bodies as you both work through your highs.

you brace yourself on the edge of the desk as you work to regain your breath, trying your hardest not to pass out.

he chuckles as he watches your feeble attempts at regaining your composure, his hands rubbing gentle circles into your lower back.

he leans forward, his broad frame looming over your fucked out body, his lips caressing the outer shell of your ear.

"i'll give you 'til the end of this game to recover...be ready for round two, doll," his voice low, reaching around you to turn his computer back on.

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author note: thank you so much for all the love on part one and part two and on the headcannons for gamer!boyfie sukuna i wrote 🥺🥺

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[mockerycrow]

SICK MOMENTS; Gaz Edition (GN!Reader)

gaz masterlist — gaz render by @ave661 <3

summary; this is the second part of my four part series of the 141 taking care of you, who’s sick. enjoy!

[WARNINGS; sickness, medication, civilian!reader, slight military inaccuracies, sick comfort.]

YOU’VE BEEN FEELING quite under the weather for the past two days. A weird pressure in your skull, a tickle in the throat. You didn’t really think much of it as you had much more important things to focus on like your job. You usually switch between working from home and working in an office setting every other day and unfortunately, your illness decides to make an appearance when you’re in the office.

You’re sitting in your office with all of your lights off, your computer screen turned down to low brightness. You’re squinting as you’re staring at the screen that is burning your eyes, an impossible to ignore pain settling in your skull and rattling around inside.

You make the mistake of swallowing, your throat muscles spasming when they figure out they’re tender, sore, and uncomfortable. You wince at the sharp pain as your hand reflexively goes to the front of your throat, your stomach churning uncomfortably. You sigh quietly, unable to deny that you’re indeed sick. You take a glance at the time on your computer and you realize you’re not even halfway through your workday yet. You contemplate what you should do; a good thing for yourself is to go home and rest but you have deadlines you can’t ignore. You decide that you should try to work through it. It’s not like sitting at a computer screen is taxing, right?

..Right?

An hour later and you’re having to save your documents and powering down your computer, your hands trembling as the pounding in your head is nearing unbearable. Tears spring up in your eyes, nearly spilling as you croak out a voice command for your phone to call Kyle. You hear your phone dial up and begin to ring his number. A crumbling guilt settles in your stomach as you know Kyle has to be on the local base right now, doing whatever he is doing. Your mind begins to race, saying that he’s going to be too busy to help you out, that calling him is a waste of time. You don’t even realize he picked up after the third ring.

You snap out of your state of overthinking after you hear Kyle’s calm voice call your name for likely the second or third time. “What’s going on?” Kyle asks, his voice ever so slightly muffled by the quality of the speaker—and your hearing is probably a bit scuffed, too. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but..” You croak, grimacing at how horrible you sound. “..Can you come pick me up from work?” 

“You’re never a bother, love.” Kyle reassures, his voice considerably softer than his previous sentence. “Are you feeling alright? You don’t sound too well.” You shake your head no before remembering it’s only a phone call and not a video call—and you regret shaking your head as your vision spins for a moment. “No,” You utter, the ache in your throat worsening. “I’ve come down with.. something. Not sure yet.”

You hear shuffling and Kyle’s muffled voice say something, something that wasn’t directed towards you so you pay no mind to it. “I’m on my way, sweetheart. I’ll pick up some medicine on the way to ya, yeah?” Kyle murmurs, making your chest all fuzzy with how concerned he seems. “Mhm,” You him. “Love you.”

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that, Kyle hangs up.

It doesn’t take him too long to leave the base and pick up some medicine, but to you? It feels like an eternity. You sit there in the dark, occasionally tapping the screen of your phone so you can check the time. You feel like your guts are churning and twisting and you feel like someone is taking a sledgehammer and is ringing a bell—like one of those giant bells you can find at Christian churches that ring every hour. There’s a soft knock at your door, which you croak a sickly “come in”, assuming it’s your knight in shining armor as you already got the okay from your boss to leave through text.

The door opens, letting the light pour in which makes you wince. You recognize the silhouette and the stature of the person almost immediately—it’s Kyle. “Hey,” He calls out to you softly. You can’t see his face, but you can tell he’s wearing the zip up you bought for him months ago on his birthday and he’s holding a plastic bag. Your lips curl into a small smile, and your pain fades for a moment as the fact that he wears the hoodie you bought him to work hits you. Kyle closes your office door and finds his way to your desk in the dark. “Hey.” You echo, your voice gritty and scratchy.

“I’m going to turn on your desk lamp, alright?” Kyle hums as he sets the plastic bag of goods down onto your desk. “Alright.” You echo once again, your voice quieter than before. You dreaded the light. Alas, he turns the light on and you see his beautiful brown eyes look at you, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with concern very apparent on his face. “Aw, sweetheart.” Kyle utters, which gives you an idea that you likely don’t look too well. His hand reaches out to touch your forehead; his palm then flips to the back of his hand. “You’re burnin’ up. Good thing I got medicine, hm?”

You lean into his touch, Kyle’s hand cupping down to your cheek instead. “Sweaty,” Kyle points out, making you huff. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You reply with a playful snark, but you sound a bit pathetic from how stuffy you sound. “It’s sergeant, actually.” He replies with a grin, making you snort—and then wince because it hurt your entire head. Kyle begins to grab items from the bag; pain and fever reducers, cough drops, anti-congestant, a bottle of water.. And a box of tea for home, despite already having likely a box already waiting in the cabinet.

You watch with a warm stomach as Kyle pops out the pills for you and you notice he did his research for what medicine could go with what. “I love you.” You blurt out suddenly, meeting Kyle’s eyes. He blinks for a moment before smiling—his fucking smile—and responding with a tilted up tone, questioning. “I love you too..?” Kyle questions the sudden pushed tone, but you don’t elaborate as you stare up at him, thinking about how you’re going to marry this man one day as he frets over your health without complaint.

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[hyunsvngs]

Please it's my biggest kink too!! Wolfgang didn't help at all omg. Help there are so many asks with a/b/o! Where do I start.

What about the boys being with you for your heat for the first time?

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OKKK so i thought the best way to do this would be to name what i think they’d be a/b/o-wise too before i describe it. under the cut bc long & not for everyone!!

chan: alpha

the whole room is hot. you’re sure it’s become stifling in a matter of five minutes, sweat beginning to form on your brow and an itching underneath your skin. your boyfriend seems unaffected, working away on the computer at a track he’s been staring at for hours. huffing, you get up, stalking over to the thermostat and checking to see if the heat had clicked on.

it’s off. huh.

“weird,” you mumble, and the noise of your feet stomping back over to the leather couch catches chan’s attention. he pulls the headphones from his ears, slinging them around his neck and giving you a warm smile.

“you alright, baby?”

“it’s so fucking hot in here. are you warm?” you question. you rip your t-shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your chest wet with sweat. chan blinks, and then his nose is scrunching up. then, his eyes go wide.

“you’re in heat…?” he says. it’s semi-questioning and semi-declarative. he’s confused. you’re confused. you weren’t due until…

you pick up your phone, blinking at the date. oh, yeah. today. you’re due today.

“oh,” you say, rather intelligently. “i’m in heat.”

when you turn to chan, he’s sweating too. you know what omega pheromones can do to alphas - you can see the visual effect of it. more importantly, you can now feel the itching under your skin turning into a burning hot need. suddenly, chan is looking absolutely delectable, especially since his cock is now chubbing up in his pants and you can fucking see it. you had never fucked during your heat before, chan saying it was way too risky given the way alphas can get - but it’s beginning to seem like it’s happening today.

chan notices your eyeline, before he’s sighing, rubbing his temples. he spins the chair around to look at you. you’re covered in sweat, sports bra sticky. “we are not fucking in my studio.”

it’s a suggestion, not a statement. you know you will be. “but imagine how good it’d be for everyone to know that i’m your omega, channie.” chan’s eyes go wide.

“get over here,” you’re quick to raise from your seat, prancing over to him and perching in his lap. he catches your hips, before he’s lowering you onto his bulge, letting out a sharp breath at the feeling of you. “jesus, you’re- do you always get this wet in heat?”

“mm, yeah. ‘s so much more, channie, so much slick to get your cock nice and wet,” you’re purring, nuzzling into his scent gland. the smell of salt water and sand fills your nostrils and you’re whining, pressing your nose further into him. “you gonna give your omega your knot, alpha? need it, need you to breed me.”

“oh my god, baby, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

minho: alpha

you wake up from the heat. it’s so fucking warm. the blanket’s been pushed off of you, pooling around your ankles, and the smell of chocolate is sharp in the room. you turn to look at your boyfriend, expecting to see him sleeping peacefully, but his eyes are dark and set on you.

“you’re in heat, omega,” you whine, nodding. you were, and it was impossible to deny from the pheromones you were pumping out. “i’ll help you build a nest and i’ll go. okay?”

no. no. alpha can’t go. your brain goes fuzzy, pressing your whole body into him. he’s in just his boxers, and you can feel his cock hard, aching and leaking through the fabric. “can alpha stay? need your knot, please, please-“

“baby, you’re not in the right mind for this,” his voice is soft, despite the firmness of the statement. he lets you lay on top of him nonetheless, trying to ignore the rivulets of slick dripping through your pyjama pants and onto him. his hands are rubbing small circles on your lower back, just making your pussy leak even more. “i can’t-“

“please! min, we’ve talked about it. you said you would, you said you’d help me, you said i wouldn’t have to do it alone and it’s so warm, so warm, alpha-“

you squeak when he rolls you over, pinning your hips to the bed with a growl. “you want my knot that badly? you’re really begging for it?” you nod, eyes feeling bleary at the pressing of his length against your clothed pussy. minho sighs, before he’s yanking your pyjama shorts off and pulling his boxers down. you can see his knot beginning to form already, a bump underneath his long, thick cock. you whine, shifting to try and catch him inside of your hole.

“need it,” you whimper when he’s positioning his cock at your entrance. “feel how wet i am, min, ‘s so wet, see? need it-“

he’s groaning as he pushes inside of you, hand falling beside your head. “that’s fucking wet, shit. you want my knot, omega? not gonna last long in this wet pussy, fuck-“

“yeah, want your knot, breed me-“

“filthy,” he muses, his lips landing on yours in a mess of spit and teeth. his hips are sharp, thrusting against you with a senee of urgency and you’re broken, just letting out little ‘ah’ noises with every thrust. “i’ll give you my knot, baby. don’t have to beg.”

changbin: beta

changbin’s perfect. the perfect best friend. he’s just as much omega as he is alpha, which makes his secondary gender so perfect - he’s buff, strong like an alpha, but as soft and lovely as an omega. he’s perfect, and that’s why you decided to spend your heat with him.

he’d offered a few times, and you’d only recently accepted for him to spend your next heat with him. now, he stands at your door, plastic bag of snacks and drinks in hand.

the smell of sandalwood is strong. normally, it’s much more muted given his status, but your heat has your senses heightened. you yank him in by his wrist, getting a little ‘mph- what?!’ out of changbin, before you’re pulling him into the living room. the bag is forgotten on the floor.

changbin’s giggling when you’ve managed to press him against the couch. you’re almost embarrassed by your need, but it’s so easy with changbin - he’s grinning, just letting you grind against his hips.

“at least take me out to dinner first, baby,” you groan at his quip, and then you’re pressing your lips against his, practically shoving your tongue in his mouth. he’s shocked when you break away, but a cocky smile still remains on his lips. “alright. ‘s it that bad?”

“so bad, binnie, and you smell really nice… i-“

he’s flipping you over, using next to no strength as he pushes you back against your sofa. “binnie..?”

“i’ve gotchu. just lay back and let binnie take care of his baby.”

hyunjin: beta

he was so beautiful. so beautiful and so, so fucking oblivious - you’d been making out with him for a while now, grinding on his lap, slicking all over his upper thighs and he’s still yet to even notice. your boyfriend was certified oblivious.

you pull away, licking your lips. you’re just gonna have to tell him. “hyunjin, i’m in heat.”

his eyes go wide. he’s blinking at you in shock, lips parted and kiss bitten, and then he’s grinning. “that makes sense. you smell delicious.”

“hyunjin, betas can’t really smell-“ you’re cut off by him pushing your underwear to the side, two long fingers filling you up deliciously. his scent is stronger now, aroused, the smell of rose petals engulfing your senses. betas can’t really smell omegas - they may be able to smell something slightly is when the omega in question is in heat, but other than that, it’s mostly just muted notes of a scent. you still strongly believe he should’ve been able to tell, given how wet you are.

“you smell delicious,” he insists, curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot. you’re whining, squirming on his lap, and you’re about two seconds away from cumming already. heat makes you so much more sensitive, and your thighs are shaking on top of your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend.

“hyunjin, i need-“

“ssh. ssh, omega, i’m here. after you cum nice and hard for me, i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound?”

jisung: omega

“jesus, you stink in a good way,” jisung’s quip falls on deaf ears. it’s so comforting being an omega with an omega boyfriend - you can help eachother out during your heats and there’s zero room for embarrassment. now, though, he seems to not be getting the message. you practically jump on top of him, nosing at his scent gland and letting citrus fill your nose. he squeaks in surprise, throwing his phone aside where he was watching another documentary. “baby, what are- oh. heat.”

“mm, heat, need you,” you agree, and jisung is smiling fondly before he presses a kiss to your mouth. “need your cock, need- i’ll finger you too, i just-“

“ssh, my baby. it’s okay, sungie’s here. yeah?” you nod, letting him wiggle his joggers down. his length springs out, cute drippy cock nestled inbetween your bodies, and you’re immediately whining. he lets out a small laugh, shifting your own joggers down, and then your bare core is pressed on top of him. “oh, you are wet, baby. how long have you been like this?”

you whimper when he’s lowering your hips down on top of him, your slick core providing no pain and only pleasure. “only- only kicked in a few minutes ago, please, sungie-“

“c’mon, bounce on me. i’ve got you,” you nod, hands resting on his shoulders as you start to work yourself on his cock. he’s letting you ride him, small whines coming out of him everytime you let your slick hole engulf him fully. “oh, baby. ‘s it good?”

you nod again, citrus filling your senses and making you feel so, so comforted and so full. jisung’s whining loudly when you let the tip of him brush against your cervix, and then you’re blinking in shock. the citrus is strong. his dick is very hard, and feels very wet, and- he’s slicking up. you can smell it dripping onto the couch.

“sungie, you’re.. you’re in heat too, baby.”

“mm- yeah, i know, you- you fucking sent me into heat on top of me like this, shit,” he’s laughing, but his eyes are half lidded, round cheeks blushing with the temperature. “okay. okay, you gotta cum, then we’ll work it out, ‘kay?”

you let out a loud moan, starting to bounce on him at a quicker pace. “y-you gotta cum too, sungie.”

“of course, baby. let me fill you up and we’ll talk.”

felix: omega

it was so bizarre to have your best friend kissing around your thighs like this. you’d been intending to stay over at his house for a while, and because the world hates you, you’d gone into an unexpected heat in his bed. luckily, felix was more than happy to help - his tongue was currently swiping through the slick that had accumulated all over you.

“tell me what you need,” he muses, two dainty fingers sliding into your sopping hole. you whine, shifting to get more friction.

“well, need- knot, but-“

“i know. i’ve got a knotting toy i can fuck you with, baby. it’s all clean. is that okay?” you moan, nodding at his words. then, something even more bizarre crosses your mind - yours and lix’s slick mixing together, fucking into eachother and just generally getting all messy. you clench at the thought, and felix lets out a low chuckle. “you thinking of me being in heat, baby?”

“hnng- yeah. yeah. i a-am, and-“

“and you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he’s shifted now, lips pressing against your ear while his fingers pump into you. the smell of cinnamon is all too consuming, making you inch closer to your climax. “go on. cum for me.”

the orgasm that takes over your body is blinding. you’re clenching around felix’s fingers, whining, gushing slick all over his hand. you can hear felix whispering in your ear, coaxing you through it with praises and a little “there you go”. once you come to, you’d expected a little reprieve, but the heat that takes over your body once again is overwhelming.

“lixie…” you trail off, staring into his dark eyes. his scent is spiking when he sucks your slick into his mouth from his fingers.

“let’s get you that toy.”

seungmin: beta

you’d always questioned why seungmin wasn’t an alpha. he was sure of himself, broad and full in that stereotypical alpha way - but when you got closer to him, started dating him, you realised why. he was soft, considerate in the most private settings - especially now when he’s fucking you through the first heat you’ve spent together.

“‘s big, seungie,” you whine. he’s got you on all fours, head down in the pillows while you let out loud noises. of course he’d have you present yourself for him.

“yeah? is it big enough for you, omega?” you nod into the pillows, whining when he punches another orgasm out of you. it was the… fourth? fifth? you weren’t sure, but you knew you’d never had a heat this satisfying with any alpha. suddenly, seungmin’s leaning over you, his vanilla scent strong. his broad hand wraps around your neck, clenching on the sides expertly. his hips are rippling the flesh on your ass with how hard he’s fucking into you. “is it good?”

“so good, seungie, i can’t handle it- i can’t, i can’t, i can’t ever do another heat on my own, can’t-“

“you won’t have to,” he’s groaning, the wet sounds from your pussy overpowering. “i’m gonna fuck you good every fucking heat. gonna breed you, yeah? you gonna let me fuck my pups into you?”

it was illogical, you knew that. it wasn’t the right time, but god did his statement have heat burning in your gut even stronger - if it was possible.

“yeah! gimme pups, please, i’ve been good!”

“okay, okay. greedy bitch, i’ll give you my cum.”

jeongin: alpha

you and jeongin are both young. you’d only presented a matter of two years ago, and you’d gotten together around a year after. now, your heat was due, and you and him had decided you’d spend it together. after all, how hard could it be, right?

you were wrong.

because now, your alpha boyfriend had given you what seemed like the umpteenth orgasm within an hour. you were positively gushing, and he hadn’t even knotted you yet. his scent of lavender was drowning you, making you just need, need, need.

“please, alpha, i need it,” you whine when he jeongin ducks down to kiss your clit again, his lips pouty. you squirm until he eventually gets his head up to look at you. his eyes are dark, lips parted.

“i need to take care of you.” ah, yes. the basic alpha instinct was coming through, and jeongin could think of nothing better than making you cum a lot of times to make sure you’re ‘taken care of’. it was ridiculous, actually, because the thing you wanted the most was his knot.

“innie, i need a knot or it won’t break, i won’t calm down. it’s so warm, so warm, please-“

jeongin huffs, his bulge suddenly pressing against you. it’s bigger than you thought, chubbed up and solid as a rock. “you think you can take it?”

when you nod, he’s inching his boxers down and revealing a delicious length, knot swollen with need. before you can even speak, he’s pressing it inside of you and the breath is punched from your lungs. it’s so big, so swollen inside of you.

“hnng, it’s too big, innie, i can’t…”

jeongin scoffs, shaking his head. “no. you said you could take it, so you need to let me take you like the good breeding bitch you are, yeah?”

[sunsetmochii]

Mornings W/ Chanyeon

Sign language will be in italic and bold

You woke up to the sun peeking through the blue curtains. The room was a bit chilly which made you roll around on the soft bed and curl back up into the blankets. Only to be pulled into a warm body.

"Good Morning Chanyeon." You signed while looking up to your boyfriend of 3 years. His hair was sticking up a bit due to him sleeping, as he looked at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Why are you awake so early?" He half signed back due to him being half asleep.

You turned to the clock on the nightstand only for it to say 7:05 am.

"It's 7:05 am, you have a schedule with the boys today and you are needed at the office at 8:30 am." You reminded him. You then got up and grabbed his implant off of the dresser and handed it to him so he could get up and get ready for the day.

He sat up in the bed, the fuzzy blanket falling off of him as he gently took the implant out of your hand and positioned it behind his ear on the left side of his head. Then he turned to you and grinned before he got up out of the bed to go and get ready.

"You are too good to me, you make sure I get up in the mornings, and make sure I eat some breakfast before I head off for the day. One day I will marry you, then you will get to be Mrs. Lee." He replied cheekily before giving you a kiss on the cheek and walking over to his dresser to grab his clothes and then headed into the bathroom..

You just rolled my eyes all while smiling at him with slightly red cheeks. You went over to your dresser and picked out what you were wearing for the day which was a pair of black pants, with a black T-shirt, and decided to snag one of his warm sweaters as it was a little cold outside.

"Sometimes I can't stand you, the way you make me blush easily, and get all flustered. You always know what to say to get me like that. But I hope you don't ever change cause I love you for the way you are and how you treat me." You responded back to him sweetly while walking over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you went to make him a big bowl of fruit.

After a few minutes, he walks out the bathroom and to the kitchen where you're cutting up a bunch of fruit while drinking some coffee.

"Will you be joining me today or will you be going to KQ to work on some songs? I'm sure the boys would love to see you as well." He asked you while sitting at the counter to start eating his breakfast and drinking some orange juice after it was handed to him. 

You weighed the pros and cons carefully in your head for a few minutes while moving to get your own bowl of fruit.

Pros: 1. You get to spend time with Chanyeon and the boys, and 2. You get to see all their hard work they have been putting in lately.

Con: 1. You don't work on the song that is due next week, and 2. You don't get to spend any time with the boys.

After weighing it carefully in my head, you turned to look at Chanyeon and responded back with:

"I can show up around noon with lunch for you 3 and I can bring my computer and headphones. That way I can spend time near you 3 and I can get some of the song completed. It's 2 birds with 1 stone. Only if that is okay with you?". You responded back to him while picking the dirty plates and heading to wash them in the sink.

While your back is turned you hear him get up and walk over to you. He grabs your waist and spins you around so you're facing him and rests his hands on the counter behind you effectively trapping you in between his arms.

"You know I won't mind. I always like to spend time with my cute and adorable girlfriend." He told you all while staring down at you with his big brown puppy eyes.

"Well since we have our plans set in place you need to head in now as it's now 7:40. I will come around 12:30 after I head into my office for a couple of hours and have a meeting with ATEEZ, then I will pick up some lunch that way you 3 can eat while I get some more work done." You told him while looking down at the time on your black smartwatch.

" Alright, alright I'll go ahead over there. Do not work yourself too hard, and say hi to the boys for me if you don't mind. Could you also do me a favor and ask Hongjoong if he or one of the members could do a TikTok with me for the Glow challenge?" He asks you loudly by the front door so you could hear him since you were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You walk out of the kitchen drying my hands on a towel and grab his bag that was sitting on the couch and wait to hand it to him as he is putting his blank and white converse on.

"You are too cute, but yes i will ask him if one of them can do it, i'm sure they won't mind as they have a somewhat light schedule today but i will ask and will let you boys know. Make sure to stay hydrated and don't work too hard. I know you like to excel and make sure everything is perfect but don't forget to take breaks. If I hear from Jiseok or Hyunjin that you are working yourself to death, then you will be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week." You told him while holding your hands on your hips and staring him down.

"Yes ma'am you know i will take breaks, I have to be a good role model for the boys. But anyway I need to head out or I will be late and we both know I hate to be late." He told me while opening up the door to leave. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and then shuts the door.

You start to head back into the kitchen so you could clean it before you have to leave only to hear the door being unlocked. You turned back around to see if he forgot something only for him to stick his hand in the door with a sign he always tells you.

"I love you." He signs to you before shutting the door again and running down the hall as he was running a couple of minutes late.

You just smiled and got out your phone to send him a quick text saying that you loved him as well.Then you headed back into the kitchen to finish cleaning.

This is also on Wattpad. This is not a copy cat.

[a-passing-storm]

(13 of) The 15 Fears As Lemon Demon Songs

In order of confidence/how well the songs fit/also just preferred fears.

The Eye - Touch Tone Telephone

The Extinction - Cabinet Man

The Lonely - Amnesia Was Her Name

The Spiral - Sundial

The Web - Spiral of Ants

The Stranger - Nightmare Fuel

The Buried - I Earn My Life

The Flesh - Modify

The Dark - Ancient Aliens(?)

The Hunt - Jaws(?)

The Slaughter - Knife Fight(?)

The Vast - The Ocean(?)

The Desolation - Action Movie Hero Boy(?)

I literally could not find any that fit The End or The Corruption. Explanations and some rambling beneath the cut.

I wanted to do this because I had ideas for a few of them, mainly The Extinction, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Stranger, and Web. Then I kind of struggled to do the rest. I also typically only listen to Spirit Phone and View Monster, so I was mainly drawing from those two.

The Eye

Touch Tone Telephone - I don't have a good reason for this one. It fits John better than it fits The Eye, but I think you can argue that it fits the need for knowledge and loss of self in that search.

The Extinction

Cabinet Man - I don't think I need to explain this one! Cabinet Man is so similar to Binary, when that guy ate his computer.

Samuel and Rosella - I think this one is a sub-flavor of The Extinction. It's like... ah yes, these old people are convinced that the world is ending. Because of Kids These Days. Not climate change...

Fine - Speaking of climate change! This one is climate change denial, but I think it still fits The Extinction.

The Lonely

I had so many ideas for this one. Not all of them will make it here.

Amnesia Was Her Name - It reminded me a lot of Martin getting stuck in The Lonely in Season 5 and forgetting his name. It's got that sense of disconnection from other people.

It Can Get Lonely In My Mansion - This one fits pretty straightforwardly, because it is... about a guy who is in a huge empty space and feels lonely. The reason I didn't put it as my Final Choice was that it is more Capitalism Horror than Lonely Horror, in my opinion. I do think it fits The Lonely Making You Think That You Are Superior To Others And You Not Hanging Out With Them (I think that came up in Peter Lukas' statement?).

Soft Fuzzy Man - Again, being very literal with this one, it fits well. Some of the ocean vibes in the lyrics (ie. "cold and windy / dark and stormy") remind me of The Lonely's fogginess and Peter Lukas' sailor thing. I'm just going to start listing off lyircs: "can't you see me? / why can't you see me?" "I need to feel like I exist / so please, baby, please, baby, step into the mist." Going off of the lyrics, it fits well, but it just seemed a little too literal.

You're At the Party - I really wanted to use this for The Lonely, but then I decided it fit The Stranger better, but then I found other things that fit The Stranger. This song reminds me of when you are in a very busy/crowded place but feel completely invisible, out of place, and separate from everyone.

A Mask of My Own Face - This is another Lonely/Stranger one to me. You can take it as being around other people but still separating yourself from them, again in the Peter Lukas way.

Stuck - Doesn't really fit, but there is a line about forgetting your name and not having a clear personality.

The Spiral

Sundial - It's a silly nonsense song! The Spiral is the silly nonsense fear (ish). Sundial is a personal favorite Lemon Demon song, so I suppose I also wanted to assign it to a fan-favorite fear.

Eighth Wonder - Honestly, this one might fit better than Sundial, because it is an entity that is actually dangerous that comes off as very silly and playful, much like certain door people.

The Web

Spiral of Ants - I feel like someone is going to kill me for putting this here and not The Corruption or The Spiral, but it is... it is not really Bugs Gross nor is it about going crazy (that much). I think it fits The Web, because it discusses a loss of control over your own life, a lack of awareness over that loss of control, and the sense that you are just acting as a part of a collective as opposed to an individual with free will.

Redesign Your Logo - This was what I initially had for The Web. Going off of the literal words, it does have the repeating "everything's connected," which is pretty Web-y. I also think the general idea of manipulating and controlling people via advertising fits that pretty well.

Stuck - I feel that realizing that you are a character with no free will is pretty Web-related.

The Stranger

Nightmare Fuel - Once again, I feel that I don't need to explain this one. We have creepy clowns, puppets with human hands, mannequins that move, robots with human eyes, monsters made of clay, and a direct mention of the uncanny valley.

You're At The Party - This one is very Something Is Off But You Don't Know What to me and is personally very strongly associated with derealizing, which basically gives everything an uncanny valley feeling.

A Mask of My Own Face - I think this only works if you go by the imagery of someone wearing a mask made of human skin.

The Buried

I Earn My Life - I was initially going to use this for The Web, but then one of the Q&As mentioned that tax offices would totally be places of The Buried, and I figured this fit. Obviously, it fits more with the metaphorical sense of being stuck and having a lot of pressure on you than it does with literally being buried.

The Flesh

All of these seemed like slight stretches, so I had a hard time deciding between them.

Modify - This just felt like the most Body Horror song that I could find, even though it dealt less with the Ew Squishy Meat element of body horror than it did the Meat That Can Be Damaged element of body horror.

Lifetime Achievement Award - This was my initial choice for The Flesh, mainly because of the "even as we speak we're synthesizing blood and organs" in the chorus. It really doesn't fit that well, but that line tends to hit me with the sudden awareness that I am just a bunch of cells making more cells and such. Fleshy.

Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew - This one fits because of the "you are muscle, flesh, and bone," at the beginning and the themes of dysmorphia and insecurity about one's body. I just didn't find it particularly horrifying, I suppose. I kind of found it wholesome.

The Dark

We are now getting to fears where I feel that my song choices really didn't fit.

Ancient Aliens - I thought it fit mostly because of the sense of not knowing and the fear of the unknown. Also, the mention of darkness. Also, the mention of eye damage, I guess. Weirdly, a lot of Lemon Demon songs mention eye damage or specifically gouging out your eyes.

The Hunt

Jaws - Look. Spooky shark hunts people. People hunt shark. Shark hunts and eats people. People hunt shark more. Shark is dead. Hurrah!

The Slaughter

Knife Fight - Senseless violence! We'll ignore the tickle fight at the end.

The Vast

The Ocean - I did just pick a song that mentioned the ocean. In my defense, it also mentions not being able to see the horizon and watching the stars, which has been associated with The Vast a bit. By the way, there is another song called Deep In The Ocean, which also doesn't fit that well, though I suppose you could interpret it as being about how insignificant humans are in the grand scheme of things (time-wise).

The Desolation

Action Movie Hero Boy - I think you could argue this for The Slaughter, because both feature senseless violence, but this one touched a bit more on the romanticization of violence/destruction, in my opinion. Fire and explosives. Desolation. Woo.

Angry People - I think this one might fit better with The Slaughter or even The Extinction thematically, but it reminded me of baby Agnes. That was the main reason I picked it. Plus, I feel like The Desolation's people tend to be very passionate about things, and the mention of having sex angrily and eating angrily kind of had that vibe to me.

Others

When He Died - This really fits a good amount of them. I'm getting Stranger, because of the random skulls, Laughing Record, and clown; Lonely, because nobody mourned him and his wife's "voice began to fade to nothing;" Desolation, because of the house fire; and End, because of the foreseen death thing. There is also an apocalypse mention, so... Extinction + The Watcher's Crown.

Man-Made Object - It may or may not have reminded me a little bit of Jonah Magnus.

Pizza Heroes - This has got to be the Breekon and Hope theme song. They always deliver. :)

No Eyed Girl - This one! Thinking about this one in the context of The Magnus Archives actually made me cry. Like. Okay. Hear me out. Let me just straight up post the lyrics, actually. I will ramble and then I will straight up post the lyrics. I am not a huge fan of JohnMartin, however... Like. This song. This song in the context of Episode 200. Especially since the song is about someone falling in love with like... an unknowable being. In the song, the no-eyed girl and the unknowable being are two separate people, but like... this song if Martin was the no-eyed person and John was the being.

Oh, knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know  This is gonna change our world  Feeling how I feel, I'll accept the unreal  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Your matter tells mine to scatter  It's alright, it's alright From the moment that we met  I've been awake like I've never been awake in all my life  If I spoke your language, I could tell you how I feel  But your language isn't real In every myth, there's a little bit of truth  But I cannot say a thing  I cannot say a thing  Without proof, oh, no Knowing what we know, knowing what we do not know  This is gonna change our world  I might go insane if I learn your full name  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Emotions, human implosions  It's alright, it's alright Right before the kiss, I noticed something in the air  Molecules existed when there should have been none there  Chemical reactions with the surface of your skin  Some will say my actions let the no-eyed people in And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again

I'm still rambling about this song. Like. Hello???

"Knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know. / This is gonna change our world." Like... HELLO? Knowing what they know about the Fears and the Archive and everything about alternate worlds? Not knowing exactly what would happen if they died or attempted to fix the world? But knowing pretty damn well that it sure would change?

Even the idea of being blinded by knowing too much... Jonah Magnus much? Everything going wrong as they kiss? Also just... how sad the last verse sounds...

Help!

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Too Much Hassle (Obey Me!) fanfic

summary; This particular MC hates Valentine's Day. But will put up with the chaos to keep the best boys smiling. However. The end of the day has them seeking isolation. With Leviathan.

characters: Marzena OC/MC, Leviathan.

content: romance overload, frustrated MC, casual fluff

I was going to lose my mind soon. The past two weeks had been nothing but holiday prep and gushing over Valentine's Day. The holiday I absolutely hate. But I didn't have a way to explain why without hurting all those happy and smiling people that wanted to gift me their love. So I had been putting on a neutral mood to go with the flow.

But the day of had been absolute chaos and constant chocolate gifting. I had not even gotten to sleep in. Since Asmodeus had woken me up for a pre-breakfast spa treatment. The fruit scents helped a ton. But by the time we finished with the after dinner party, I was about to rip into someone verbally or physically or both. Lucifer took the hint to tell his brothers to let me go to bed early. Beelzebub giving me a bear hug before I walked away to thank me for the small mountain of various snacks I had been sure to gift him. Which felt good, but didn't help my brain much. So I did the only thing I could do afterwards. I walked up to the second floor and texted Leviathan to unlock his door.

The door was slightly open when I got to Leviathan's room. Which I was so glad for I just walked right in to then close it. The shut in otaku looking up from his computer to ask me, "Did you come by to borrow that new manga?" I shook my head to just drop my ass next to his chair and shudder. Which had Leviathan pause to then turn off his current game. "Marzena? Are you okay?" I shook my head to hug my knees. "Overloaded... Too much everything..." Leviathan went wide eyed at the realization of what I meant. So he grabbed up the fuzzy blanket I had bought him to drop it over me. Which helped so much before he tuned on some soft techno music. His frame soon settling beside me as I heaved a sigh of relief. His tail lacing around my middle as he huffed. "I keep forgetting that you have anti-normie tendencies like me. But you get so popular around these holiday celebrations. I keep assuming you like it."

I gave a snort before I finally told the truth. "Levi. I hate this holiday. Valentine's Day is a load of absolute garbage. Ever since I was a preschool kid. My school always had us make a big deal out of this stupid holiday. Made the kids craft up shoeboxes that we decorated to get little cards. But every year... My box either got trashed or it just went missing. The one card I got the kid said his mom made him give it to me. Then the jerk ripped it in half and threw it away on me."

Leviathan goes so quiet he stops breathing. My eyes watering as I rubbed at them and continued. "I got asked out on dates. Then got stood up or saw my date was with someone else. That one group date turned out to be so everyone might show off they were a couple and I got sidelined. I hate this holiday so damn much, Levi. If people are supposed to show the ones they love how they feel, then they need to do it like it's a day to day important thing. Not make up some dumbass holiday for it." A quiet pause has me think that someone else heard me outside of Leviathan's room. But I don't get the chance to think on that when Leviathan sweeps me into a tight hug. Moving the blanket so he can look me in the face. "Tell me their names... Every one of them... I will hack their socials and ruin their lives... Bank accounts drained and jobs lost... I will ruin them for every tear you've ever cried.... Heartless bastards...!"

The fact that it was Leviathan saying this had me look to him in surprise. Only to see something I never expected from him. Pure and barely held molten hate and fury for me. His demon form out in full as he gave growls every time he breathed to have his muscles tight. Which was honestly the most impactful thing to see. So I blinked a few times to then feel a lot of my stress melt off me. My arms coming around Leviathan's waist as he gave a surprised squeak. "That's the most romantic showing of love I have yet to see. Crazy as that sounds. It was real and completely just for me based on feelings of love. Best Valentine ever."

Leviathan went rigid to yelp and stammer. But he soon realized how happy I was to blush and hug me tighter. His anger popping like a bubble to be replaced with the fluff heart of gold that was his true self. "Crap. Now you got me all flustered and mushy feeling. Natural twenty critical hit, Marzena. Cripes, my heart is gonna pop if you keep this up." I gave a huff of a laugh to nuzzle my nose to his and hum at him. "Silly nerd. You got my heart doing the salsa right back. So it's mutual, Lev. Also. I know you got me that strawberry ice cream mochi that is hidden in the freezer. You win first prize in that bet Mammon has about what my favorite treat is. So you get to rub that in his face."

Leviathan gives a happy snicker before he nudges us over to his tv and the pile of cushions I set up for him to game on top of. The two of laying down on our stomachs with the blanket over us to start up Devil Kart. With Leviathan saying with confidence, "Full tournament race. Then we sneak down to get said snack."

[llazarath]

I wonder why I dream about my first boyfriend and his dad so often the last year.

I dream about them… in all kinds of ways.

As if my subconscious views them as the base of all I am, and perhaps that’s right.

Ive dreamed that they didn’t want me, dreamed that I was visiting trying to find Ethan. Dreamed of leaving them with a big backpack full of supplies and going out to the woods to meet the tiger.

Dreamed of being in a large forest with Ethan.

And last night, dreamed that I was sent an event invite and showed up on time to Ethan’s dad’s house. And Ethan’s dad made me breakfast. A big, huge French toast. And as he was flipping it in the air, it fell on the ground and it accidentally got stepped on, and he just put it back into the pan and I was for some reason offended that it happened but also not adverse to eating it.

I was with Ethan’s dad alone for awhile, and even was back in one of the bedrooms using a computer… doing something before hand and Ethan still wasn’t there.

Then after I went out for food Ethan and his friend James showed up and they both were all over me, and tackling me and playing rough with me and I remember being more focused on James touching me because it was a little unexpected.

Then I had a dream I was with Nick and we were driving up this heavily wooded hill/sense that I was on Mt hood

A big culvert was sticking out of the hill-side and as we were driving closer exploded with water and a huge whole chunk of tree blew out onto the road in front of us and he just drive over it, and I was yelling whoa said don’t run it over but it was like extemely soft like rotting wood is, and he just drove over it.

There was a restaurant near to us on the right that sort of reminded me of zigzag as we continued up the hill.

I was saying we needed to go back because it wasn’t good that the culvert was exploding water and debris like that as we neared the top of the hill(Nick was hellbent on going to the liquor store)and suddenly this flash flood came and we were swept back down the hill, and at one point when I looked out the window the water was halfway up the window and I considered whether I might die.

It’s fuzzy but then we were in a parking lot, maybe the cafe and I was out of the truck and Nick gets back in and starts driving back up the hill and I’m like, “you’re seriously just going to leave me here after a flood?” And I see him just grinding that water-logged truck back up the steep hill because he was not going to stop going to the liquor store.

Since I had two seriously precognitive dreams in a row this weekend, it makes me more inclined to investigate what these two dreams are telling me. 🤔

Update: a google search shows Ethan brother Dan died a month ago.

Anytime I ever think of Dan (which is like never) I always think of when he came over to visit and was so excited to talk about his new guns with his dad. I was thinking about getting a concealed carry at the time and talked with him about that.

When he left, his dad said to us, “that is a weird guy!” And Ethan laughed but I remember feeling bad for Dan.

This memory of Dan is in the same file in my brain as the time I visited my grandparents after my grandpas first hospital visit. My mom called around dinner time and my grandma looked at the caller id and closed her eyes and huffs, “oh, it’s Tiff.” And my grandpa said, “she needs to get a life.” Before my grandma answered and talked all sweet to her.

I know that I never quite felt the same about Ethan’s dad when he that attitude toward his son. And I know I never called my grandparents on a regular schedule ever again after hearing them speak about my mother that way.

A thing about me: if you start talking shit about someone in front of me that’s not there to defend themself, I’m automatically not on your side.

RIP Dan

[dravidssideblog]

Switching to another screen in the staff room, Rambley gestures toward a door. "And here w-we have my very own maintenance room! This is where the staff go to make sure my systems are in ti-ti-tip top shape!"

"Oh, is that why you're stuttering all the time? Because you need maintenance?"

"Uh oh, have I be-been stuttering?"

"Yeah. Actually, it's been getting worse lately."

"Oh dear. I guess 8 years is a lot of time for junk data to build up. No wonder I've been having trouble storing all these fun memor-ories we've made! Well buddy, looks like I've got an exciting new Rambley-Venture for you: Rambley's Regular Maintenance!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm good with computers, but-"

"Don't worry about that, I'm not even au-authorized to let you use the advanced maintenance program. You'll just do it intern-style! Head on in and take the door on your left!"

I step inside. The room is filled with computer screens and cables that run outside the room. On the left is a door labeled 'Manual Maintenance'. Pushing it open and stepping inside, it's like a small storage closet, with strange machinery lining the walls. No buttons or anything other than a Critter Cuff sensor.

"Now just u-use your Critter Cuff and hop in! Oooh, I'm so excited just th-th-thinking about it!"

Tilting my head, I raise the cuff to the sensor. There's a beep, then a flash-

... My head feels funny... So does everything else. I'm standing in some... blue room? I look around and spot Rambley standing nearby. Wait what?

"Hey buddy! Look at you, your body turned out GR-GREAT!"

I look down to find myself covered in orange fur, with a long tail flicking behind me. Atop my head are a pair of cat ears, along with a hat that reads 'Rookie Rangler™'.

"C-c-come on over and we can get started!" With each stutter, his body jitters and glitches. It's just like on the screen, but seeing it here is even more concerning.

I approach, and a padded table poofs into existence for Rambley to lie down on. A massage table?

"The junk data is somewhere in-in my body. Your job is to search for it and extract it, li-like a treasure hunt!"

Search for it... Okay. I put a hand on Rambley's back. His fur feels... fuzzy. Static-fuzzy, like touching an old TV screen. I glide my hand across his back, not sure how I'm supposed to do this.

"You'll have to p-press harder than that, buddy. It's probably stuck pretty deep after all these ye-years."

"Okay, so like... this?" I press my furry hands into his back, and to my great concern, his body bends like a balloon at the pressure.

"O-o-oh, yup, that's it!" He gives me a thumbs-up. "You're d-doing great, buddy!"

I move to a different spot and press down, slightly deforming his body in the process. My hands roam across his back, pressing and rubbing all over. His body is soft and squishy, and he hums and giggles as I work. I make my way to his shoulders, and his tail wags, hitting my leg with soft impacts.

"Oh y-yeah, tha-that's the spot..."

"Am I close?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry about that! I forgot what w-we were doing. I don't think it's there, try lower down!"

I move down to Rambley's waist, but my pressing and squishing doesn't seem to accomplish anything. "Should I, um... go lower?"

"Yu-yup! I think you're getting c-close!"

But the only thing lower is Rambley's round, cartoon rear. Well, I've gone this far. I press into it, and it squashes down like a stress ball. I feel around, pushing to the left, then the right-

"A-th-to-tha-me-cu-la- WOAH!" I jump back as Rambley glitches out, a static noise accompanying his voice, until he snaps back into shape. "I think you found it! D-do you see it?"

Sticking out the right side of Rambley's hip is what looks like a shard of glass, black with static and glitchy effects running over it. "Uh, I think so."

"Great w-work! Now just pull it out like a spli-linter!"

"O...kay..." I poke the strange shard, then pinch it. It's static-fuzzy like Rambley, and it's making my fingers feel weird. I tug it out and drop it on the ground.

"Phew, thanks buddy!" He slides off the table and picks up the shard, dropping it in a recycling bin that appears below his hand. "Congratulations on a well-done maintenance! Now we can get back to re-restoring the park!"

"Uh, you stuttered again. Is that normal?"

"Oh? Hmm. I guess so much junk data built up that T-TWO chunks formed. Guess this Rambley-Venture isn't done quite yet!" He hops back onto the table, lying on his back this time. "You did a great job checking my back, so the second chunk must be on my front. Good l-luck!"

I press down into his belly, which feels even softer than the rest of his body. I rub in circles, easing up and pressing down, feeling the fuzz under my fingers.

Rambley giggles, and I feel his laughter shake his belly. "Sorry, hehe, just a little ti-ticklish. Keep going, buddy!"

A few more rubs around his belly, then I shift to his sides. I rub up and down, grabbing his stretchy hide and giving it a little squeeze, prompting more giggles. Up and down, up and down, until I finally move to his chest. I press down-

"Ca-hu-fi- Oh! There it is! And right where my heart would be. Talk about clogged arteries!" I grab the shard, and Rambley sits up, takes it, and drops it in a recycle bin. "Alright, that should do it! If there's any more junk data, it's not big enough yet to form a chunk. I think we can call this Rambley-Venture completed!" Rambley gives me a thumbs up, and party poppers go off beside him and rain confetti down. "Thanks for the maintenance, and for the massage. I'm feeling great!"

His comment about the 'massage' gets me thinking, about how weird and soft his body is, how it bent and stretched at my touch... And I get curious. "Hey, um... Do you think, maybe... you could give me a massage too?"

"Oh? Hmm, I've never done that before. The protocol for interacting with people in cyberspace is veeery strict... But it looks like verbal consent is enough to allow for a massage!" Rambley hops off the table. "Go ahead and lie down, Masseur Rambley is on duty!"

I climb onto the table, lying on my back, looking down at my strange body. I touch my own static-fuzz fur, run a hand along my cat tail...

"Ooo, I'm so excited! I've never thought about doing this myself! Let's see, I think it goes something like this?" Rambley presses his hands into my belly, and I watch it bend inward. The sensation of my body deforming like this, it's... It SHOULD feel wrong, but there's no pain. Just the alien feeling of cartoon distortion, and the pressure of Rambley's hands.

Rambley moves up my torso, his hands exploring my chest, rubbing and pressing as he stares in amazement. "Wow, I've never gotten to touch someone like this!" One hand remains at my chest while the other shifts to my sides, grabbing and squeezing like I did, and then pulling outward, the impossible stretching sending some VERY new signals to my brain! "I can see why I got maintenance so often, this is fun!"

"... Y-yeah..." The longer the giddy raccoon manhandles me, the more I'm inclined to agree. He grabs and pulls and squeezes and presses, stretching both my form and the definition of 'massage', and the sensations are something that no amusement park ride could ever give me.

"Wait a minute. Usually, my massages are over once the Rangler finds and removes the junk data. But you don't have that, so how do we know when to stop the massage?"

"Well, we can stop whenever we want, I guess."

"Do you want to stop now?"

"... No, I want to keep going."

"Okay then, buddy!"

[thiefoflight68]

TAMING OF THE CREW

Bakusquad x Fem!reader Insert

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I recently read a great story on Tumblr by @succubisblog

Bakusquad G*ngbang Drabble 18+ - Link to story (also reblogged on my Tumblr account). If you want to read it first.

Love a great GB, but got me thinking about how I could make a sequel with a TWIST! You know I LOVE me some fluffy GngBng!!

Enjoy!!

STOP! If you are not over 18, please DNI

4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex

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Sitting in the living room, you suck down a coffee while typing on your laptop, you glance at the clock, not much time, you need to finish.

“Hey, (y/n), you’re not streaming yet?”  Looking up you see Mina come out of her bedroom. She stumbles and collapses onto the couch.  “Fuck,” she moans.

“What the hell?”  You move in time as her head almost lands in your lap.

“Sorry,” she spins around looking up, her skin white and sweaty.  Touching her forehead lightly you frown, furrowing your brows.  “Crap,” she touches her face, “that bad?”

“Kinda,” you turn your attention back to the computer. “I heard you went to the frat party last night.  The football players?”  You give her a hard stare.

“They had a live band!” She whines.

Shrugging you laugh, “you know why those guys hire them, right?”

“I know, I know, but-”

“Fuck!”  The door slams as your other roommate storms into the apartment throwing down her grocery bags.

“Whoa! What the hell girl? What’s wrong?”

Looking up she just shakes her head, putting away her food.

You notice Mina covering her face, glancing between the two of them, you watch as food is all but thrown into the fridge. 

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Mina,” she shoves her empty bags into the pantry and stalks to the couch.  “Next time you get drunk at their fucking frat house, you” she points in her face, “are on your own!”  Marching down the hall she disappears into her room, slamming her door.

“What happened to-” you pause seeing the look on Mina’s face.  “No,” you cover your mouth, looking down the hall and back at her, she nods.  “With her?”  She nods again.  “Of all the people, I never thought she’d get pulled into that nonsense.”

“Helllloooo!” Ochako opens the door, her cheeks red from the cool air.  Pulling off her coat, she plops into the chair across from you.  “It feels nice in here, but we should turn the heat up,” she rubs her arms.  You throw a blanket at her.  Laughing she wraps herself up, “what’s wrong with her?”  She nods towards Mina.

“Hungover.” Mina moans loudly as emphasis.

“Crap you didn’t go to the frat party last night did you?” 

“I did but Bakugou called an Uber for me.” You snort loudly grabbing your computer, you begin typing again.  “What?!” Mina looks up at you.  

“Only because,” you cast a look down the hall, “someone else was getting gangbanged, otherwise it would’ve been you Mina.”

“Oh shit!” Ochako leans forward, “did-”

“Yes,” Mina sighed, getting up. “She came to get me last night because I was drunk and I guess she got sweet-talked into playing with them.”

“She hates them!”

“She does,” you agree.

“You can’t trust them,” Mina quips.

“Then why’d you go?” Ochako’s voice is icy, almost snippy.

“They had Wrong Way/One Way playing last night,” Mina pulls the other blanket off the couch and curls around the fuzzy softness.  “You know how much I like them...” her voice trails off as she picks at the edge of the blanket.

“How does anyone get sweet-talked into ‘playing’ with those guys,” you roll your eyes.  “They think they’re god’s gift to sex.”  You look back at the computer keeping your eyes downcast, you don’t want them to see the disappointment in your eyes. “Who was there last night?”  You side-eye Mina.

“I think just Kiri, Bakugou and Denki?” She shakes her head, “I can’t imagine all those cocks at once could be that good,” giggling as she buries her face in the blanket.

“Um,” Ochako coughs slightly blushing, “it’s pretty amazing.”  Looking up, your brows shoot up.  Blushing redder, she looks away.  

“You too?”

“Not all of them, it was just Bakugou and Kirishima,” she jumps up, going into the kitchen, she grabs the kettle.  “Anyone want tea?”

“I do,” Mina looks up, “I can’t believe you fucked them Ochako!”  She bites her lip, “so is it true?”

“What true?” Ochako flips the heat on the kettle and pulls out the tea.

Shrugging she picks more at the blanket, “I heard they can make you orgasm like ten times.”  You peer at her for a moment and look back at Ochako.

“Ten is an exaggeration, but,” she smiles wistfully, “it was close.”

“Seriously?” Mina stands up, her skin growing paler, “oh shit, I shouldn’t move that fast.”  

“Sit down before you puke on the rug,” you push her back.  “So, how many times did they cum?”  Ochako crinkles her forehead.

“Crap, (Y/n),” she laughs, “I can’t remember, maybe two times each?”  

“Anything else?”

“Anything else?” She tilts her head, giving you a quizzical look, “besides cumming?”

“Did they tie you up?  Blindfold you?”  You turn off your computer, it’s time to stream soon.

“Oh!” Ochako blooms another shade of red.  “No, Bakugou controls the whole thing, he told Kiri what to do with me,” a soft smile plays on her lips.  “And he gets pretty verbal, things like ‘be a good whore’ and ‘look only at me’.  He has a daddy kink too.”   She pours hot water over the tea and lifts one for you.

“He does?” standing up you grab the tea cup, “thanks.”

“What are you doing? A research paper on them?”  Ochako laughs nervously as she hands Mina one of the mugs.

“Sort of,” you give her a weak smile as you pick up your stuff and walk down the hall.

“Good luck on your stream,” Mina calls as you head into your room.

Sitting down on your bed, you sigh heavily.  Katsuki Bakugou was someone that had been stuck in your head for a long time. You’d been in a freshman class your first semester with him and his whole crew.  They’d been different then, as nervous as everyone else, well everyone but Bakugou, he’d been cocky from the start.  

Stop it! 

Scolding yourself, you focus on getting ready for class,  Rolling out your yoga mat, you set up the ring light, still trying to shake off those feelings from long ago.  Try as you might though, unwanted memories continue floating through your mind.  Somehow you’d ended up at the same table as them and had been assigned to a project with Bakugou.  It had been a complicated research presentation and you’d had to meet several times.   What you discovered was that he was actually a fairly nice person, not something most knew about him.  While you had hid it well, it was during that time you’d fallen for him, nursing a one-sided crush.  It was right after that project he’d pledged the fraternity with all of his friends and then you rarely saw him, except for tests or presentations.  You found out someone was taking notes for the group and based on the stories you knew they were either on the football field or throwing parties.   Their fraternity parties were getting more wild and word spread about their legendary gangbangs.  You’d steered clear of them at that point and pushed away your feelings for Bakugou.  Well, at least tried, you still listened to the rumors and it was the growing stories of their sexual prowess that had piqued your interest.   Not that you ever planned on getting sucked into their shit, but it was around that time you started your journey into increasing your own sexual abilities.  You weren’t sure why…or did you know?  Smiling, you sit and flip on your stream.  In some way you still feel weirdly connected to him, like a itch that had never been scratched.   You’d been motivated to think you could be his equal or maybe better and deep down you do know why.  “Ten orgasms,” you mutter sarcastically but an intense ache throbs through your clit, sucking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling.  The fantasy you nursed was quite simple, you’d dreamed that you could make him so desperate from your sexual abilities that he’d devote himself to you.  Laughing off the wild dream, you see the camera light click red. 

“Alright, we are almost done for tonight everyone,” you sit down on your mat.  The room is softly lit now by candles, your ring light turned down.   “Great job, remember this session is for new people and I know,” you hold up your hands, “in the beginning you don’t think you feel anything.  Trust me, I was there once too.”  Pausing as you read some comments, you laugh at the sarcastic quips, “I promise in a few months your muscles will get stronger and before you know it, you’ll be able to really tell the difference.”  Stretching your arms over your head, you read more in the chat. “Hi Simpplaidgirl,” you laugh to yourself, the user names always make you chuckle.  “I stream twice a week to go over exercises and questions.  I know these seem really basic but,” you sit up tall pointing to your lower abdomen, “we need to increase the strength in our pelvic floor muscles before learning how to isolate our vaginal walls.  The beginning is just doing contractions, but as you advance we will move on to squeezing and learning how to move the right and left sides compared to the front and back of our canal.  In fact, you will be able to lock, twist and pulse your partner’s penis deep inside you.” You wink,  “I can even suck a vibrator completely into my vagina, push it out and pull it back in again,” wiggling your fingers, “with no hands.”  Grinning you see the comments flying through one after the other. “I know, I know but look if I can do it, so can you.  Right now though we need to stretch and then anyone who wants to stay,” you hold up a dildo, “we’ll be going over blowjob techniques.”  You lay back looking into the camera, “now, lift up your right leg and cross it over your left.”

Running as fast as you can down the hall, you see the room number, “finally,” you hiss out and dash into the room.  Stopping you manage to grab the door before it bangs shut behind you.  A few people look up and then back to the professor, who is writing out the lecture notes on the board.  Scanning the room you spy a table with a couple of open chairs and race to it, sitting down quickly, you pull out your laptop.  Taking a moment to breathe you pick up on what the professor is saying.  A small cough to your right gets your attention, looking over you freeze, hands hovering above your keyboard.  It’s him, your heart leaps in your chest, blood pounds almost painfully through your body.  A cocky grin sweeps across his face, winking Katsuki smirks at you.  You finally manage to smile back but realize he’s already focused on the lecture again.  Shaking your head you quickly start copying what is on the board.   After a few moments you cast a quick glance back around the table, your stomach doing a flip, they’re all there.  Eijiro smiles at you briefly as he types into his computer, Kaminari is busy playing on his phone.  Swallowing hard you realize you picked the absolute worst seat in the world, the only one missing is Sero.  The door closes again and someone crosses the room and sits in the empty seat next to you, looking over you almost groan out loud, it’s Sero.  He grins at you as he pulls out his computer.  Focusing on the professor you refuse to smile back, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else.  The lecture isn’t long, you breathe a sigh of relief as the professor wraps up.  

“I have a small project for each table to complete over winter break,” he points to a stack of papers. “This isn’t difficult but it’s an excellent warm up for our final.”  Someone grabs the papers and starts handing them out.  “Let’s not get fancy, whatever table you're with right now is your group.  Please write your names on one of the papers going around so that I know who is at what table.  This should only take you a couple of weeks, so good luck everyone.”

Your mouth falls open as the TA slides the blank sheet of paper onto your table.  Denki writes his name and pushes it to Kiri who slides it over to Sero, grabbing the sheet from him, Bakugou quickly scribbles on it and hands it back to the assistant.

“Uh, wait!”  You reach out towards the TA as he walks away.  “Hey,” you glare at Katsuki, “what about me?”

“What about you?” 

The gleam in his eye makes you pause, “I need to put my name on the list.” You wonder why you’re even arguing.  “I actually have to get a good grade in this class,”  you huff, as much as you hate to work with them, you have to keep up your gpa for your grad school applications.

Packing up his bag, he shrugs, “I put your name down.”

“You - You know who I am?” Your voice slowly rises in disbelief. 

Ignoring you, he picks up a packet, “let’s meet on Thursday to get this done.”  All three men look at him curiously.

“We have two weeks Bakugou,” Sero laughs, “what’s the rush?”

“I want to get it done, what the fuck’s the problem?”  

Peeking at them as you push your computer into the bag you see everyone exchange quick glances, Kiri looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thursday good for you? Um, sorry I don’t know your name.” Kiri asks, still looking at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Mina’s roommate,” Kaminari swings his head to look at you, a lascivious look on his face.  You scowl at him, “other roommate.”  

“Oh.”

“You room with Ochako too,” Eijiro closes his computer, his eyes twinkling.

“I do,” your voice clipped, you grab one of the project packs.  “I have a better idea, let’s assign duties and that way we can work online.”

“We have to get to practice,” Bakugou shoves back his chair.  Reaching over he writes a number on your paperwork, “text me to confirm Thursday or we’ll find another day.”  He starts for the door.

Staring at the phone number, your mind is spinning, you need to figure something out quickly.  “Thursday I have something and I’m usually slammed during the week, how about this weekend?” You smile wide, they always have parties or games, weekends would never be good for them.

“We can do Friday,” Kaminari is already looking at his phone, “bye week this week.”

“Oh, what’s a bye week?” You ask lamely, Friday night was definitely worse.

“Means no game,” Kiri throws his bag over his shoulder, “we can meet anytime after 5, just let Bakugou know when you can get together.”  Giving you a long look, he follows the rest of the group.  

“(Y/N)?” You turn to see Ochako at a table across the way. “Where were you?” Standing, she watches them leave, “I saved you a seat.”  

Closing your eyes, you want to cry, “I forgot they changed rooms this week and went to the auditorium.”

“Oh shit. So, who are you working with on the project?” She cocks a brow knowingly.

“No one,”  you groan, grabbing your bag.  “Let’s go.”

Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone.   Finally you type in his number.  You’ve already decided that a public place was the only way you’d meet with them.

(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library

The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out.  “Crap,”  you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.

(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.

“What?!”  Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday.  “Nooo!” You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.

(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead

(Bakugou) - You know I don’t like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.

You can practically hear the growl behind the text.  “Shit,” clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you’d spent working on the last project.  He’d never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices.  Your phone flashes with another text.

(Bakugou) - Worried?

Snorting you glare at your phone. “Yes,” you mumble.

(Y/N) - No

(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.

“Ugh!” Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow.  Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you’d be done by now!  Why did you forget the classroom change today?  Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you’d have to go and work on the project with them.  Picking up your phone you read through the texts again.  He’d remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body.  You’d figured he’d forgotten, but he’d actually remembered your name.  Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache.  Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body.   Isn’t this what you’d wanted all along?   “Here’s your chance girl, grab it,” you whisper but you're still trembling.  You’d spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything. It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms.  Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.  

Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes.  You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant.  Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place.  You’d hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you’d decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren’t true.  Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically.  Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident.  If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them.  The fantasy you’d nursed for three years was taking shape as you stepped up on the wide porch, gripping the handle of your backpack tightly, you bravely knock on the door.  It swings wide as Denki smiles and waves.

“There you are.”  

Your heart leaps in your chest.  Smiling back your calm face hides the crazed emotions rolling through your mind and body.

“Come in,”  he motions for you to follow him through the large home.  Walking through the expansive hallway, you stare at the multitude of paintings and pictures, the house is really beautiful.  

“How does this place stay so nice?”

“What?” Denki turns to look at you following your gaze. 

“The parties,” you explain.

“Oh, those are held out back,” he waves his hand over his head, “there’s a rec room that way, we try to keep these areas free of all that shit.”

“That's gotta be hard,” you note the wood is in almost perfect condition.  He laughs and bounds up the steps, turning he watches you come up the rest of the stairs not moving as you step on the top step.  

“You’re really pretty,”  Kaminari appraises your body, “what a waste.”

You choke for a moment, “ a waste?” You blink, was he being serious?

“Yeah,” he looks over his shoulder, “we were given strict instructions-” 

“Denki!”  Bakugou shouts, interrupting as he strides out of a wide door across from the stairs, “where the hell is she?”  Poking your head around the smaller blonde’s body you smile.

“Here.”  You see his eyes flare for a moment as he clicks his tongue. 

“We don’t have all day, let’s get this done.”  

Following Denki, you walk into a room that appears to be an oversized library or office, you aren’t sure which.  A large desk sits to one side surrounded by endless shelves of books.  Several large tables fill the room, Sero and Eijiro sit with their computers, both don’t look happy.  You set your bag on the table, “great way to spend Friday night, right?”  You mutter apologetically.  Sero glares over at Bakugou then down at his computer.  

“No one had plans,” Katsuki sits down pointing to an empty chair, “take that seat.”

“I grabbed some more drinks and snacks,” Sero pushes more food onto the table, without glancing up you grab some chips and begin munching.  It’d been three hours and you were exhausted, but true to his word Bakugou had made everyone power through and you were finally done.

“A title page and that’s it,” leaning back you stretch and stand up, bouncing around trying to get the blood back into your legs.

“I’ve got that,” Kirishima finishes typing while watching you jump around.

“That’s it?”  Denki lays on his arm, closing his eyes in relief.  “If this was an easy warm up, man, that final is going to be killer.”

“We could study for it together if you want,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize what you’ve said, you close your mouth.  He lifts his head for a moment then plops back down.

“Maybe.”

Feeling relief at his non-committal attitude you sit back down.  The whole night had been so normal you really meant what you said.  The group had studied and put together the project, no stares or winks, some smiles and a few glances at your chest, but nothing else.  Your confidence had been growing by leaps and bounds as you’d watched them work together naturally.  Clearly Bakugou was in charge, Kiri and Denki seemed to rely on him the most, both flanking him on either side.  You’d chuckled at how they hung on his words and actions.  Eijiro was sincere and hard working, seeking praise from Bakugou while Kaminari just played around the whole time and only offered a few bits of help when Katsuki snarled at him. Sero seemed to be the only one that would challenge Bakugou at anything.  It was at these times that Katsuki would listen and make his decision, whereas with Denki and Kiri, he usually immediately dismissed them, until Sero agreed with them and then he would soften and contemplate the disagreement.    

“We’re done,” Kirishima looks at his phone, “and it’s still early.”

Glancing at your own phone, it's just after 9, your nerves start to pick back up.  Would they say something now?  “Glad that’s over,” you laugh self-consciously, cleaning up your stuff, you peek up at Bakugou.  He’s focused on his computer.

“I sent everyone the project,” he looks up.  “I don’t think we have to present this one, but if we do, we’ll figure it out later.”  His red eyes land on you, “is that cool?”  He notices a slight hesitation flicker across your face as you nod.  “I guess that’s a night then,” standing he stretches and comes up behind you, reaching for your bag.

“Why in a hurry?” Denki snickers softly, leaning his chin into his hands, he bats his long gold lashes.

“Cut it out,” Katsuki grabs your bag and pulls your chair out, he glares at Kaminari.

“What’s up Bakugou?” Sero tips his head, “don’t want to share her?”

“Share me?”  You step back, colliding into Katsuki’s solid chest.  “S-sorry!”  You jump forward stumbling, his hand catches your arm holding you steady.

“Oi, stop moving around.”  Casting an annoyed look at Sero, his jaw clenches.  “She isn’t someone that could handle this group.”  Tugging on your arm, he softens his tone.  “Get your computer and I’ll walk you to your car.”  

“Can’t handle this group?”  You spin around glaring at him, “I’m not some baby!”  Fiercely grabbing your bag in Katsuki’s hands, you pull it away from him.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugou barks, pulling at the same time.  

“Wait! NO!” You watch in horror as the bag tips upside down, one by one your toys spill out onto the floor.  First your clit vibrator, followed by your vibrating beads, then the bottle of lube lands with a thud, spinning a few times and rolling to a stop at Bakugou’s feet.  

Tilting his head, a cocky grin crosses his face.  “Maybe I judged you wrong (Y/n)?” Leaning over he picks up the items from the floor and sets them on the table, still holding the small vibrator.  He cups your chin running a thumb across your lips.  “Were you hoping for an after-study session?” Lifting the device he pushes the button to start the buzzing. 

You hear chairs scrape back as the others stand.  “Whatcha got there?” Sero picks up the lube, “this is good stuff, what are you planning on doing with this?”  His tone is playful.

For a moment you want to run and hide, to take back all the preparation, maybe you weren’t ready for this group.  Looking down you try to think of what to say, slowly looking up you stare into those molten red eyes, gazing at you openly now, a fire ignites deep inside you.  The surge of desire you’ve been holding back all these past years floods your senses.  Biting his thumb still on your lip, you smile.  “The vibrator,” you reach up and touch the button to turn up the intensity, “is because no can bring me to orgasm without this,” your voice edged with the challenge.  Grinning wickedly, his thumb slides over the device to turn it off.  

“Then I guess we won’t need it,” tossing it back on the table, he flicks a quick look at Sero, “grab the lube.”  Laying a hand on your backside, he squeezes your ass. 

Watching the vibrator bounce on the table, you tilt your head, “you sure about that?“ You tease, looking around at the others, moving around you, their eyes gleaming with desire.  “Are we going to do it here?” you thump the table.  There is a flicker of uncertainty for a brief second in Bakugou’s eyes, you smile inwardly to your toes, you’ve surprised him.  “Not that I mind, but is there somewhere a bit more comfortable?”  You reach out and run a finger along his jawline, “since there’s so many of us.”  Rough hands land on your hips.

“Let’s go to Bakugou’s room,” Eijiro kisses your ear sending a tremor through your body, his fingers kneading your hips. 

Tipping your head back so your lips are as close to his ear as possible, you run your hand through his hair, “what a good boy,” you murmur so softly only he can hear, his face flushes a deep red.  He stares at you, the same look of uncertainty shines in his eyes.  You conceal a triumphant smile.   

Bakugou jerks you suddenly from Kiri’s grip, slamming you into his chest, looping his arm heavily over your shoulders.  “This way,” he leads you abruptly out the door and down the hall, opening his bedroom door.  The others walk quickly behind him.  Stopping he swings you around, his mouth covers yours in a punishing kiss, rough and urgent, you revel in the fierceness, looping your arm around his neck you push into him, demanding even more.   You feel hands sliding up your skirt.

“Wait,” you try to pull back but Katsuki presses you tightly against his body.

“No waiting, (Y/n), you’re ours now,” Denki snickers, closing and locking the door.

Peering around Bakugou’s shoulder you give Denki a smoldering look that freezes him in his tracks, “if you want to play Kaminari, then everyone plays by my rules.” Sweeping a gaze at each man, you lift a brow, “otherwise nothing happens.”  

“Too late-”

“What rules?” Bakugou growls, cutting off Sero, he lays a heavy hand on your face, “go on.”

“No filming,” you peek again at Denki, who is already holding up his phone, his gold eyes darting to Katsuki.  “If I tap someone or call out that I’m in pain, then everyone has to stop so I can get comfortable again, afterall,” you level a sultry gaze at Katsuki who is looming above you, “this is about pleasure, right?”

“Yeah,” he points to Denki, “no camera,” turning back he waits for a moment but you’re quiet, “anything else?”

“One last thing,” taking a deep breath you summon every shred of courage possible.  The fantasy that has played in your mind is now a possibility, you’re going to grab for the brass ring.  “If I can make all of you cum before I do, you all have to be my devoted slaves for one month.”

“Your what?” His brows furrow.

“You heard me,” you smirk at Katsuki’s incredulous look, “if I win then for one month, you and your crew have to do whatever I ask.”  You spread your hands over his chest, “maybe slaves is too harsh a word.”  You look at all of them, “let’s say devoted boyfriends for one month if I can make all of you cum before I do.”  His tongue clicks lightly as he studies you.

“All of us cum first? Shit, I’ll take that bet any day.” Sero laughs. “What do we get?”

You glance at Sero, “If I lose, then I’ll be the devoted slave for whoever doesn’t cum during the next thirty days.”  You pat Sero’s shoulder, “are you in?” You turn to Eijiro whose face is still bright red, “Kirishima?”  

“Well, I, uh,” he’s staring desperately at Katsuki.

“You serve all of us or no deal,” Bakugou snaps, “and we choose who goes when and where.”

Twisting your lips, you nod slightly, “okay, I agree to serve all of you but” you shake your head, “we decide together on who goes when.”  You don’t want Bakugou first, your body is already too fired up from touching him.  You know you need to finish off the others first, if he’s last and  feeling pressured you had a chance with him.

“Worried?” He laughs sarcastically, “or maybe your bark is worse than your bite,” he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, opening your lips you let him press inside, you don’t answer.  “Who goes first then?” He doesn’t take his thumb out of your mouth, you flick a glance at Denki, then to Sero and last to Kirishima.  Chuckling he grins wide.

“Denki, you’ve been underestimated again,” he laughs as your eyes widen.  Digging his thumb deeper, he steps within an inch of your face, “our cameraman has delayed ejaculation, that’s why he mainly films, he takes too long.”

“Why?” You mouth around his thumb.  

“Cause I like a strong grip,” Denki sidles up alongside you, “been masturbating so long, I only cum with a tight fist, no pussy gives me that feeling.”  

Pulling out his thumb, Katsuki sweeps his gaze up your body, “so, I go last? How about you warm up Sero in your mouth while Denki fucks you for the next hour or until your senseless?”  He pulls off his T-shirt. Your eyes go owl wide as you stare at his chest.  Laughing at your expression, Katsuki tosses his shirt to the side, “this is like taking candy from a fucking baby.”

The rest of them take off their shirts, looking around, you realize you’re in the middle of four of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.  “My turn,” you shake off yourself mentally and slip off your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d chosen.  This piece has always been your favorite as it shows your breasts off perfectly.  You hear a soft whistle.

“Damn, (Y/n), you hide those way too well,” Kaminari’s eyes are glued to your chest.  He was definitely a boob man, reaching forward you take his hands and put them on your breasts feeling your nipples harden under his warmth.  Whatever it took to get him excited fast would make it easier to get him to cum.  His hands begin to knead you roughly, pinching your nipples, your body wakes up pushing a soft moan from your lips.

“Don’t make this too easy on us,” Kaminari leans over pushing aside the lace and suckles at your nipple.  Another moan, this one louder erupts from your lungs.  His tongue flicking at your hard nub.  His mouth feels amazing but you know getting yourself to orgasm isn’t easy, something only you’ve been able to do with your toys. You can hear the others begin removing the rest of their clothes, you reach and unclip your skirt letting it pool at your ankles, exposing black thigh highs and your strappy thong with small chains running around your hips.

“Fuck,” you hear Kiri breath out, turning to him, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, playing with his tongue.  Sero’s mouth closes around your other nipple, you utter a guttural groan in the kiss.  Two at once with different tempos is mind blowing.  

“Since everyone is so busy, let me start back here,” Bakugou walks behind you, slapping your ass appreciatively.  Getting down on his knees, he pulls your thong aside and pauses, tapping your butt plug.  “Looks like we have someone that likes ass play.”  

“What?” Sero snaps his head up, “seriously? Oh shit,” he breathes out.

“No ass for you Sero, you’ll cum just thinking about it, in fact, her fucking ass is off limits for everyone.”   

“Katsuki!”

“Fucking shut it, after she cums Sero, win the damn bet and you can fuck her ass all you want for the next thirty days.”  Pushing his face between your legs, he begins licking up your already drenched folds.  “She’s nice and wet already,” he laughs, reaching deep with his tongue.  

You shiver at the sudden intrusion, heat building into your pussy, you focus back on the kiss with Kiri, pushing away the intense throbbing now pulsing under your clit.

Sero latches back onto your nipple, now nipping, “I’ll fucking make you cum, (Y/n). I want that ass.”

“I think this little slut will cum before one cock splits this pussy,” Bakugou smiles as he feels your walls flutter in reaction to his mouth.  “You like that?”  He runs his hands up your legs enjoying the silky feel of your stockings.

“Mmmm,” you move your hips back to push his mouth against your clit.

“Kinda risky, don’t you think?”  His mouth wraps around your swollen clit as he begins to suck.  You mewl loudly at the sweet feeling of his tongue dragging you into his mouth rhythmically.  

“F-Fuck,” you kiss Eijiro deeper, reacting to the others working on your body.  You’ve never experienced so many sensations at once, you need to get Denki into your body before you give them too much time.  “Lube?” You pull back digging your fingers into Sero’s soft hair, he bites your nipple and looks up, black eyes glittering.  Reaching back, he pulls the bottle off the table.  Snagging it, you pump some in your hand, you grasp Denki’s swollen cock.  Slathering him liberally, you fist his dick tightly and begin to stroke.  His mouth falls open releasing your nipple as he gasps from your grip.  You feel Bakugou pull away from your pussy.

“Kaminari,”  he stands quickly, grabbing your hand.  “You’ll fucking cum too fast that way,” he growls, “fucking dunce head.”  Pushing him sideways, he grabs your face from Kiri’s mouth, squeezing your cheeks, “on all fours, now.” His hand presses hard on your back.  

Stumbling forward you grab Sero to balance yourself, his hands guide you down. “Thanks,” you mumble, getting yourself comfortable.

“Shove your dick in her mouth,” he nods to Sero.

“I know what the fuck to do Bakugou,” he grins as you look up opening your mouth wide, tongue hanging out.  “What a good fucking slut,” Sero strokes your cheek, “let’s see what you can do with this,” he smiles, shoving his dick into your face.

Playful, he likes playful.  Looping your fingers around his stiff cock, you suck hard, working the tip with your lips and tongue.  Denki’s hands are on your ass, spreading you open, you shudder waiting as he slides his hard dick against you.

“Damn you look so fucking good,” Denki licks his lips, “don’t even need lube, you’re so fucking wet.”  Sliding slowly into your pussy, his eyes close as you grip him tightly.  “Oh fuck yeah, that feels good.”

Bakugou wiggles himself under your body, his mouth latching onto your nipple, he sucks hard.   He reaches down at the same time, fingering your throbbing clit.  “Gonna make you cum fast,” he pinches your clit.

Squeezing your eyes shut you move your hips as his fingers start to pull at the increasing restlessness inside you.  Distract yourself.  Concentrating back on Sero, you tease him as you bounce and suck on his cock, slowly taking him all the way into your mouth.  Finally you plunge his cock against the back of your throat.  Glancing sideways you see Kiri is watching you with a tight expression on his face.  Pumping lube in your hand, you reach out for him.  He catches your fingers and guides you to his stiff cock, its huge, side-eyeing him again, you see it, thick and long.  You shudder again as Denki pushes deeper starting to pump into your pussy, the incredible jolt from his cock and Bakugou’s finger on your clit has you groaning on Sero’s cock.  

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” Bakugou times his rhythm on your clit with Denki’s thrusts. 

Clenching your throat around Sero, you’re surprised by the first telltale pops pulling tautly deep inside your body.  You have to finish Denki off and fast.  Fighting the growing orgasm, you lock down on him just as thrusts hard inside you.  He likes it tight. Caught in your vice grip, you feel him try to pull back a few times, his cock stuck in your pussy.

“Hey-”  Your next move rips the words from his brain.

Squeezing his cock with all your strength, you move the walls of your pussy back and forth, stroking him in a fast twisting motion. 

“H-HEY!” Denki squeals, you feel his hands on your ass trying to pull back even harder. His attempts make you almost giggle as you raise your eyes up to Sero and open your mouth around his dick, letting saliva spill down your chin, you smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs all of his attention on your mouth.

Keeping Denki in an iron grip, you begin to contract your pussy quickly, pulsing along his whole shaft, mimicking a tight hand job.  His cock bulges as you stroke faster.  Grinning, you continue to suckle Sero as you run a thumb over the tip of Kiri’s cock, precum gushes over your fingers.  The masterful finger on your clit is driving you wild but you continue to push it out of your mind concentrating hard on making Denki cum.  

“(Y/n)” Kaminari whimpers as his cock starts twitching, whatever you’re doing feels just like an iron fist squeezing his whole dick. “Don’t - fuck - don’t-“ his balls pull tight as a deep pulsing rips through his muscles.  Digging his fingers into your hips, he screams, “OH HELL!!”  

The finger on your clit stops as you pull Kaminari’s cock deeper into your pussy with another fast contraction, his body shaking as he lets out another loud cry, his hips thrusting unmoving against you as hot cum fills your pussy.  Sighing, you relax your body, pushing your mouth down Sero’s length again. One down.

Feeling your pussy release him, Denki pulls out fast, falling back, he catches himself as he lands on his ass.  Sagging onto the carpet, his body still trembling, he looks up to see Bakugou sit up and stare at him sprawled on the ground.

“Did you fucking cum?” Disbelief on his face.

You see Katsuki out of the corner of your eye move behind you, pulsing your pussy outward, you push Denki’s thick cum out so he can see your first victory.  If your mouth wasn’t filled with Sero’s cock, you’d laugh at his deep growl of frustration.  Opening wider as Sero thrusts, you catch his cock on the ridges of your throat, swallowing rapidly, you squeeze and release the tip of his dick.   His fingers dig into your hair as he starts shaking, yanking your face into his body, he thrusts hard.  Your tongue moves non-stop, coaxing him to orgasm.  A large hand grabs your fingers wrapped around Kiri’s dick.  

“Stop,”  Bakugou unhooks your hand.  

“Fuck!  Bakugou, that felt fucking good.” Kiri catches his breath.

“Yeah? Too fucking good, you wanna be her bitch for a month?”

“No?”  For a moment Eijiro isn’t really sure he cares.

“Sero!” He snaps, but he can see his jaw is slack as he thrusts into your mouth.  His head tips back as he moans loudly.  “Fuck! Sero!”  Too late, Katsuki watches his eyes flutter as he pumps hard, his mouth working open and shut, gritting his teeth at the last moment.

Sucking hard, you’re rewarded as cum fills your mouth, hot and tangy, sliding down your throat and overflowing over your tongue, you grin as you pull back.  Opening your mouth you turn to Katsuki, cum oozing down your lips, eyes twinkling, you hold up two fingers.

“Kaminari,” he yanks him to his feet.  “Go back to the study, get her vibrating thing, it's on the table.”

Sitting up on your knees, you smile, “worried?”  You try to keep a light teasing tone but your stomach clenches, if he uses the vibrator, you’re toast.  Standing slowly you press yourself against him.  “I guess you’re like all the others then?”  Licking the cum from your lips slowly, you frown, “no one can ever get me off without that toy.”  He squints at you, his eyes a fiery red.  Grabbing your throat, he tightens his hand for a moment, you relax under his fingers.  “Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, “don’t hurt me,” his hand starts to cut off your airflow.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarls.

“Not yet,” you croak, winking as you look towards Kiri, “he’s next.”  

“That’s right,” laughing harshly Katsuki releases your throat, “it’s his turn.”  Slapping his friend on the shoulder he smiles.  “Eijiro, time to use that big dick on our girl here and get her so cock drunk, she won’t know which end is fucking up.”  Denki bursts through the door with your toy handing it to him.  Palming the device, he puts it on the bookcase.  “We’ll see how you like Kiri first,” he smirks knowingly. Pushing you roughly down again, his hand lands on your ass with a loud crack.

Pain sings across your skin as you jerk up, pushing you down again, his hand lands on your other ass cheek.  Crying out you close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

“Those are fucking hot Bakugou,” Kiri fingers the perfect white hand prints outlined in red on each side of your ass.

“That’s right,” Katsuki settles himself in front of you, grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him.  “Daddy’s in fucking charge now and our little girl is gonna cum so hard, she’ll paint your dick white Kiri.”  Pointing, he nods at him, “no fucking mercy.”  Grinning wide, Eijiro grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you in one thrust. 

“F-f-f” you stutter as your pussy spreads wide, painfully full.  Thrusting deeper he manages to hit your favorite spot. “N-No,” you stammer as he begins to fuck you hard.

“That’s it,” Bakugou feels your body letting go, your eyes are clouding over. “Look at me,” he locks eyes with you, “Now I know why I've always liked you,” he grins, “you’re such a cocky little slut, would’ve never guessed.”  He laughs as your face begins to melt in pleasure.  “You rattled me by taking two out at once, but Kiri’s gonna drill you now.”   

FOCUS!  Your brain is numb but your body responds, wriggling forwards you try finding Kiri’s rhythm, “so big,” you whisper. 

“Where’re you going?” Kiri wraps his hands around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere slut,” pulling your body backwards, he relishes in the cries coming from you, your head jerking back at his merciless fucking.

“He's deep in there, huh, baby girl?”  Bakugou slides his fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he hisses at you.  

Nodding you wrap your lips around his hand, Kiri’s cock is pushing at building the climax at an unrelenting pace.  Control! Control! your mind chants, your endless training takes over, you clamp hard with all your muscles at once to slow him down. Timing your squeezing with his thrusts, you begin milking his cock.  

“Oh wow,” Kiri’s eyes grow wide, he’s struggling to thrust, stopping he begins to grind in deep instead, he gasps as your pussy begins sliding up and down his cock, starting at the base and moving upwards suckling the tip and back again.  

“What?”  Bakugou sees his pace change, he looks back at you.  “What the fuck’re you doing?”

Tears gather in your eyes, Eijiro’s cock is making you want to forget and just get carried away by the orgasm that’s growing beyond anything you’ve ever felt.  Moving your pussy furiously, you continue milking Kiri, your teeth biting down on Bakugou’s fingers still in your mouth.

Tugging his hand from your mouth, he sees the look on Kiri’s face, “don’t fucking cum!”  He leaps up to grab him.

Your pussy stretches painfully as Kiri’s cock bulges, YES!  Ignoring the pain you move faster, milking with speed now, no more slow strokes.  Closing your eyes you work hard as the telltale twitching begins, his fingers gripping painfully into your hips.  Katsuki yanks his hand from your mouth, but you’ve got him.  Eijiro’s balls, pressed hard against you, start jerking as a loud grunt fills the room.  More hot cum fills your pussy, gushing out, dribbling down your leg.  Panting hard, you drop to your forearms, letting him go as you relax trying to breathe. “Three,” you can barely talk, you're so close to cumming yourself.  You're tired, more than ever, you slide off his spent dick and fall to the floor, swiping at the sweat on your forehead.  Your hips thrusting unconsciously as your body is begging for release.

Seeing the look on Bakugou’s face, Kiri grimaces as he sits back. “I’m - I’m sorry, that,” he puts a hand on your ass gently, “she’s,” he grows quiet.  

“She’s what?”

“Fucking amazing,” Kiri moves back not making eye contact.  

Staring down at you, Katsuki watches as your hips move, you’re close to cumming, closer than you probably think.  Katsuki thinks for a moment, you obviously enjoyed Eijiro but you’d still managed to not orgasm, something has to take you over the edge.  Lifting his head, he points to the door, “everyone get the fuck out.”

“Hell no!” Denki’s lounging in the chair debating if he should still try to video everything, he wants everyone to hurry up so he can feel your pussy again.  “This is better than porn man!”  The look that crosses the big blonde’s face makes him jump up.  Grabbing his clothes he shoots out the door, “let me know if I’ve gotta fuck toy or if I’m the chump,” he laughs as he goes out the door.  Kiri stands unsteadily eyeing Bakugou.

“You sure?”  he picks up his pants and slides them on, “I can help-”

“Go!” 

“What about her ass?”  Sero sighs, he squats down running his hand up your back.

Turning you smile up at him laughing, “if he loses then I’ll still let you fuck my ass.” Sero glances up at his glowering friend.  

Leaning closer he smiles conspiratorially, “he loves his balls to be played with, he’ll cum in an instant.”  Jumping up, Sero races out the door.

“Damn idiot!” Katsuki roars.  

You try to call out thanks but you’re too tired.  Instead you turn back and smile at Bakugou, who’s glaring at Sero’s retreating body, “you and I alone?” You're not sure what he’s doing, but the few minutes rest has helped, you’ve caught your breath and managed to tamp down your orgasm as best as possible.  Flipping over you catch sight of Katsuki standing over you, his body is powerfully built, you see bruises across his left thigh, probably from football.  Your eyes drift to his cock, you wince inwardly, it’s stiff and almost as big as Kiri.  “Are you sure you want to be with me by yourself?” You keep your voice confident but you’re worried, Kiri had you at the edge.  Sero’s hint might help but considering how you’re feeling you’ll probably cum first.  His hand extends towards you, taking it hesitantly, he pulls you to your feet and into his arms.  

“You’re the one that slipped away a long time ago,”  he kisses your cheek, moving to your ear.

“Am I?” you practically purr as he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, teasing you.  

“Mmmm mmm.”

“Why don’t I believe that?”  You tip your head laughing softly.  “Are you trying to seduce me into cumming?”  His chuckle vibrates against your ear, sending a spray of chills down your arms.

His hands wander over your body, touching lightly, he nuzzles your neck feeling your pulse beating wildly.  “I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time.”

“You have?” Your voice hitches slightly, closing your eyes, his breath is warm as he kisses your neck, his tongue igniting every inch of skin he licks.  You’ve wanted to hear and feel him for so long, his touch is maddening, you have to keep it impersonal.  “Then fuck me,” you wrap your hand around his silky cock.  

Gritting his teeth, he pulls you into a kiss, “not yet,” he sucks at your lips, “I want to check out this body first,” pushing you back on the bed, he hauls you up propping you against the pillows.  His mouth works its way down your neck.  Listening to your gasps and moans, he follows your sounds as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, nipping at your skin, his rough hands massaging your breasts.  Dipping his head, he pulls your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.

His hands on your body are too much, you can feel the throbbing tension returning fast, the taut ball tightening under your clit. “No,” you groan, his mouth sucks harder.  Clamping your mouth shut you realize he’s reacting to your moans.  Holding your breath, you try to keep yourself from making any noise.  You try to focus on anything to keep from cumming but it’s just a matter of time, his mouth is stealing every thought from your head.  You need him to hurry and just fuck you but even then you could be out of luck.  

“That’s it,” Katsuki can see you can barely hold back anymore, you're trying to stay quiet but he can see you’re close.  Smiling in his victory, he moves down between your legs, now for the final blow.

“No!” Jerking up, you buck your hips away from him.

“Hold still,” he grabs you tight, his tongue already swiping up your clit.  “You taste like cum.” He lifts his head as you sit up grabbing his blonde spikes, your eyes wide.

“Please daddy,” you beg softly pulling out all the stops now, “just fuck me, isn’t that what this about? It’s me against you.”  You see him contemplating what you’re proposing.  Your exhaustion mixes into your broiling emotions, words start tumbling from your brain.  “I - I never stopped liking you,” red eyes register surprise and something else.  “I’ve been perfecting my technique for you, all of this time,” weaving your fingers into his hair, you tug, continuing your confession.  “I’m really tired and,” you laugh, “close to cumming, so you’re probably gonna win, but let me show off a little bit of what I can do,” your brows raise pleadingly.

Watching you closely Katsuki can tell you’re not bullshitting, sitting up he presses your legs open.  “Don’t worry (Y/n), when you lose you can show me all your little tricks, I plan on using you everyday for the next month.”  

Dragging his face to yours, you kiss him urgently, “fuck me then right now, please?”  You moan in relief as he lines up to slide into you.  Never have you wanted anyone so badly.  Moving his cock along your pussy, he flicks the tip of his dick against your clit, sending your hips straight off the bed. 

 “Beg me again,” he pulls away from the kiss to watch you.

Looking into those blazing eyes, you realize he’s dancing on the precipice with you, both so fucking turned on you’re ready to explode. Look only at me, remembering his words, you hold his gaze. “Please, I want you, I want your cock in me daddy,” you squirm your hips but he slaps your thigh.

“Hold still then baby girl.”  Sliding his hands under your ass he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath you.  “Gives me the perfect angle for that right spot,” rearing back, he slams deep into you in one thrust.  Pausing he closes his eyes, your tight, way fucking tighter than he expected, especially after Kiri’s big cock.  Waiting expectantly, he doesn’t feel anything but your soft tight pussy.  Licking his fingers he begins to rub your clit expertly.

His cock is so deep you convulse around him, “sh- fu-“ you stammer, the popping jolts under your clit start exploding, your walls clenching tight.  You try to relax, calm down.  Breathing deep, you use the fluttering of your building orgasm to work to your advantage.  Creating a whip-like motion with every clench, you massage his cock from bottom to top, stopping to contract and suckle the tip buried deep inside.  Licking your hand you reach down and gently clasp his balls at the same time.  A low growl erupts from Katsuki, you feel him bulge inside your pussy.  Your body erupts in a shuddering tremble.  Bucking your hips you push into him harder.   “Kat-”

“What the hell are you doing?”  He cuts you off, voice raspy, he can’t focus, his finger stalls as you grip his cock with another incredible squeeze that slides up, feeling like your pussy is sucking on his dick. Grinding against you, he tries to thrust but the pleasure is overwhelming.

His face, just inches above your own, is tense from holding back.  Using the last of your strength you clamp around him and begin to twist his cock back and forth, continuing to pulse from base to tip.  

“Sh-shit!” His head tips back as he feels the massive pull through his muscles, his balls jerking hard, grabbing your hips he drives hard as thick streams of cum drench your pussy, your cry surprises him as you rear back, body shaking.  Falling to his forearms he watches as you writhe in pleasure, his fingers moving again on your clit, “that’s it baby,” he concedes his loss “cum for me.” 

The orgasm hits so hard you cry out, your body clenching so tight you feel a cramp snake down your calf, then the deep tremors roll through you, one after another, holding Katuski’s body tight, you press into his chest, his arm wraps around you, finger moving on your clit, his voice echoing in your ear.  “Kat?”  You look up dazed, completely drained, you sink back into the pillows.  “Did I? Did I really win?”

“Uh, (y/n)?” Mina steps into your room, eyeing the clothes strewn on the bed.

“Oh hey Mina,” coming out of your bathroom you fasten your earring.  “What’s up, I thought you were going out?”

“I was, but Ochako ended up having an extra spot in her family's cabin in the mountains and invited me up with everyone for the week and,” she pauses and points over her shoulder, “more importantly, why the fuck is half the football team in our living room?”

Giggling you pluck your jacket off the hanger, “it isn’t half the team Mina, just four of them.”

Eyebrows shoot up as she leans out your bedroom door and looks down the hallway.  “Okay, why is Bakugou in our apartment?” She glares at you.

“When do you leave for the cabin?” you change the topic.

Blinking for a moment, she shakes her head, “them first.”

“We’re going out,” you shrug and slip past her.  Grabbing your arm she spins you around.

“You are going out with all of them?”

“I sure am,” you smile, “just having dinner and maybe a movie. Denki wants to see some strange horror film they’re presenting on campus.”

“Why are you talking like this is no big deal?”  She’s whispering loudly.  A small cough in the living room interrupts her. 

Patting her head, you push your finger on her lips, “because it is no big deal.”  Turning around, you smile and walk down the hall as she cautiously follows you. "So," you look at her, "when are you going to the mountains?”

“You’re going somewhere?” Kaminari’s head pops up from looking at his phone.

“I am,” Mina slinks into the room.  “I came to grab my bag and say goodbye.”  She looks at Bakugou lounging on the sofa before eyeing you again, “can I really leave you alone with them?”  

“You can,”  pushing yourself between Sero and Katsuki, you run your hands along both their thighs.  “We’re just hanging out, I promise.”  

Huffing slightly, Mina grabs her suitcase and walks slowly to the front door, “okay, text me if you need anything,” squinting hard at each man, she thins her lips, “I mean anything.”

“See you,” you sigh as she leaves.  

“Are you really alone all week?”  Katsuki runs his finger along your cheek, he grins as you shiver.

“I guess I am, I didn’t realize she was going too,” Sero lifts you up and slides underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m hungry but we could just get delivery.”

Sitting down at your feet, Kiri nudges your legs apart, laying his head on one leg.  “The movie doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”

“Wait, are we going to fool around?” Denki jumps up, “I get to go first!”

“Fuck you, you went first last time, I go first,”  Kiri pushes up your skirt, nipping at your tender skin.

“I don’t care when I go, but (Y/n) promise me her ass,” Sero nuzzles your neck.

“Hold up,” Katsuki growls at them, keeping his hand pressed on your cheek, twisting his lips, he smirks slightly,  “what do you want to do (y/n)?”

Laughing, you catch his hand and kiss his palm, “another bet?”

“No,” his red eyes catch fire, “no more bets, tonight, we’re gonna make you cum.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen.

“Really,” Sero chimes in with Katsuki.

Kiri licks your leg, “absolutely.”

“How many times?” Your voice is hesitant.

Coming up behind you on the sofa, Denki kisses the back of your neck, a thrill slides down your spine.  “How many times do you want to cum?”

“Ten,” you blush a deep red, “please, I want to cum ten times.”

“Whatever you say,” pulling you into a deep kiss, Katsuki begins to slide your jacket off your shoulders.

[bellaramseysgf]

Helper (M.W)

Warning(s); smut!! (piv),cockwarming,soft dumbifaction, daddy kink,hand kink.

Pairing(s); Mike Wheeler X girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you’re feeling needy while Mikey is trying to work on college homework.

A/n; my hyperfixation on Mike came outta no where. Mike is 19!!

You were laid on the couch in the wheelers house waiting for Mike to get done with homework. You were bored and the soft pangs of arousal that shot through you every few seconds made you squirm. No one else was home just the two of you and the tv could only entertain you for so long.

You got up with a huff and made your way into the office where he was working peaking your head in the door. “Mikey!!” You whined and he stopped spinning around to look at you. “Yes baby?” “M’bored!” You walked inside closing the door. Mike eyed you for a minute “bored or needy?” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Both..?” He hummed.

“I’m almost done. Sit” he said pointing to the couch in the office, you quickly walked over sitting down. You watched him continue to type away. You loved watching his fingers move the muscles in his fingers and hands flexing, veins becoming prominent under his pale skin.

All you could think about was how they felt digging into your sensitive spots until you cried. The way they felt on your tongue when he’d let you suck against them until you fall asleep.

“Baby, you’re whining.” Mikey informed you and you jerked back to reality “sorry, daddy” “daddy? You feeling fuzzy baby?” You nodded and he motioned for you to come to him. You scurried over to his side “tell daddy what you want.” “Daddy’s cock, Please.” he glanced at the computer and then back at you.

“Alright, you gotta let me finish though okay? Then you can have all your fun.” You nod and he spins his chair unbuckling his belt. He lifted one hand to your hip while the other worked his jeans opens and pulled himself from his boxers. He pumped himself a few times before he gripped your hip spinning you around.

“Sit back” he instructed and your did so, Mike lifted your dress up slipping your panties to the side as he slowly pushed himself inside. “Why’re you so wet hmm?” “I don’t…don’t know” he let a chuckle out as he fixed you in his lap. “You don’t know? Just a brainless baby for me?” You nodded. “Awh baby, daddy should’ve payed more attention. Poor thing! probably been needy since this morning.” You whimpered as he shifted again.

“None of that now” he pecked your cheek “let me finish so I can take care of your messy little self” you nodded and laid back into his chest as he wrapped a arm around your stomach. “Yeah, that’s my good girl” he went back to work while you sat there perfectly still like a good girl.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Need you now

AN: Apologies again for the late posting today- computer wasn't playing ball. But I'm making up for it with some Alpha! Nomad Steve. I hope you enjoy.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Pairing: Alpha! Nomad Steve x Omega! Reader

CW: A/B/O, Biting, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Heats, Scenting, Smidge angst, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 1.9k

You were warm. And the discomfort in your abdomen was growing.

You whimpered as you rifled through your bedside drawer for the phone you’d been given, only for use in emergencies. Turning it on and opening up the message app you typed in the number you knew by heart and sent off your one-word missive.

Now.

Shutting it down again, you tossed it back in its place. Then, grabbing hold of the too large, white tee out of your other drawer, you pulled it over your head, inhaling the scent that clung to it. You whimpered again and rubbed your thighs together, before settling back into your nest, drawing your blankets close and trying to get any sort of rest you could. Whatever the response to your text, the next few days were going to be hard on your body.

It was the suffocating, body suffusing heat that woke you. Your eyes shot open, but it only took a moment to realise that you weren’t feeling any of the lancing pain you expected. Discomfort still, yes, but no needle like darts, which meant…

You didn’t even need to inhale to know. He was here. You flipped over to your other side and buried your head in his chest, a reedy noise of primal need making its way out of your throat as you scented him.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m here. Gonna take care of you, real good, okay?”

His voice rumbled through his chest, deep and calming and you could feel the slick leaking out between your legs. You tilted your head back, eyes wide, to see his ocean blue ones staring back. His mouth was turned up into a soft smile under his beard, and you drew in a shuddering breath, only really realising in that moment how much you’d missed him.

“St-steve…” It was the only word your fuzzy brain was able to form before you were shifting up his body, climbing him like a tree, so you could press your lips to his, press your bodies together. You whined as you tasted him, rolling your hips and your sodden panties against his stomach. You were glad he’d discarded his tac suit before climbing into your nest, and even more happy that he hadn’t showered. 

You needed his scent. His sweat. His very essence.

You nipped and kissed and mewled at him, completely taken over by your base needs and desires. You were impatient too. Why wasn’t he in you already?

“Slow it down, baby. We got time. And I know it aches. I’ll soothe it soon, yeah. Just gotta get you ready for my knot. It’s big, remember? You’re heat makes you a little dumb, doesn’t it?”

You nodded into his neck, not really sure what you were agreeing too, just knowing that you wanted to please your alpha, agree with everything he said, so he would fuck you sooner. His large hands spanned your waist, pushing the fabric of the t-shirt up your body. His fingertips branded your skin, his touch making you feel even dizzier.

“Is that my shirt, Omega?” You nodded again. “You needed Alpha’s smell all over you, didn’t you? But I’m here now – let’s get that off you, huh?”

He eased the soft fabric over your head, and you let go of him to snatch it into your arms, twisting in his embrace to thread it into the wall of your nest, near your pillow, near where your head would be later when he…

You let out a pained cry as your arousal grew.

“Alpha, please!”

He eased you down to lie flat, a comforting smile still on his face.

“Alright, here we go, baby. Here we go.”

He pressed his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, where the small scar that proclaimed your bond lay. His hands swept up your waist to cup your breasts, and he massaged the flesh, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You squirmed as the pleasure flowed through you, and you tried to rid yourself of your panties, him of his briefs. His beard tickled your neck as he halted your desperate actions by moving down your body. His lips replaced his thumbs in turn, and you keened. If they were this sensitive already, what would they be like when you were swollen with his pups? The thought caused a fresh gush of slick to leave you, the sweet scent now taking over your room. Steve chuckled against you.

“Aww, poor, needy Omega.”

His rough fingers ripped your ruined panties from you, and you cried out in pleasure as he pushed two into your sodden core.

“Fuck, ‘mega. Sucking me in. Such a good girl for your Alpha.”

He pumped his fingers slowly. Too slowly for your liking, and you reached down to grab his wrist and roll your hips against his hand, but he batted them away.

“Let me do this, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Remember what happened the first time?”

You didn’t really. All you did remember was the feeling of absolute fullness, of being stretched to your limit. There was a hazy recollection of not being able to walk properly the next day, but in your heat-addled state you didn’t care. If that were to happen again, it would be a problem for ‘future you’.

There was a tightness in your belly, and you felt Steve crook his fingers and stroke your insides, finding that special spot and…

Your orgasm ripped through you, and you clung to Steve’s bicep as he continued to fingerfuck you through it, sneakily adding in a third digit while you were in the throes of pleasure. You recovered your breath, but your ache was still there, unassuaged by the ecstasy Steve had brought you to with his fingers.

“Please…” Your plea was whispered. Pathetic. A request for clemency.

“Just give me another, Omega. One more for your Alpha, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Steve dipped his head, suckling on your clit as his fingers continued their mission to stretch you out. Still reeling from your first orgasm, and with your heat raging through you, you felt the build up to your next one come quickly. His facial hair rubbed over your sensitive flesh, stinging you just right and your hands fisted in the sheets as you felt yourself ready to explode. Your legs trembled and your mate growled against your pussy.

“Cum, Omega. Cum for your Alpha. Now!”

Like a switch that had been flipped, you were unable to control yourself at his command. You came. Hard. Gushing over his hand and face. Soaking his beard with your sweet slick.

Your legs were like jelly, your whole body boneless, but you still mewled needily at him. He rose up from between your legs, wiping his hand over his beard and marvelling at the amount of wetness, before grinning as he moved over you.

“There you go.” With a shimmy he discarded his briefs and his erection sprang free, slapping against your stomach with its weight. “So perfect for me, baby. Even if you are all heat drunk and stupid. Let’s get you properly ready, huh?”

Steve flipped you over on your stomach easily, pulling your hips into the air so you could present for him properly. Your hips swayed, as though you were trying to fuck the air, and your Alpha chuckled and swatted your backside.

“You wanna be bred, baby? Want me to fill you with pups and make you all round and beautiful?”

It was a pitiful sound that left your mouth as you nodded into your blankets, your face pressed up against the t-shirt that Steve had taken off you earlier. His warm body curled over your back and his scent surrounded you, soothing you slightly, but his cock nudged between your legs, making you wiggle again.

“Okay, okay. I know, enough teasing. You ready, Omega?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, he knew what your reply would be if you’d even been capable of speech.

You wailed as he breached you, his thick cock carving a space for itself inside your pussy and your hands clawed at the sheets, the sensations almost overwhelming you. Steve groaned when he bottomed out, taking a moment just to enjoy the feel of your wet heat surrounding him. But he didn’t leave you unsatisfied for long, knowing that you needed something that only he, as your Alpha, could provide. With one hand on your hip and another on your shoulder he started to fuck into you, hard. Each punishing thrust was just what you needed, scratching the itch inside you and making you cry out in joy. 

It didn’t take long for you to cum again, Steve’s cock stroking you even better than his fingers had. You were barely coherent when you shouted out to him, through the ripples of your orgasm.

“Alpha! Knot! Bite! Please!”

The hand on your shoulder moved to your other hip and Steve lowered to lie fully flat on the mattress, still fucking into you. His body pressed you down, pushing you deep into your nest, his mouth moving over your mating scar again.

“You’re going to cum with me, aren’t you Omega? I need your orgasm, so I can give you all my cum.” 

All you could manage was a series of punched out moans as you felt his knot start to swell, stretching the entrance of your pussy as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Your body was one raw nerve ending, it’s only purpose to feel pleasure. But you needed a little extra to cum again.

“Bite! Bite!” Your voice was muffled by the sheets, but Steve knew what you needed. You felt his teeth scrape over your scarred flesh, finding the right spot, and then he bit down.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and you screamed, your whole body spasming at the force of your orgasm. You felt Steve’s knot pop, locking the pair of you together, and then the warmth of his cum flooded you. You floated off into bliss.

You awoke. It had been four days since Steve had appeared. Four days in which he’d fucked you beyond reason, working your through your heat with orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. But it had passed. You’d both known it last night, although neither of you had said anything. The sex had turned less frenetic; less fucking and more love-making. 

You didn’t want to open your eyes, because you knew what you would find when you did. He was a criminal on the run, hiding from multiple governments and international agencies, so as much as it pained the pair of you, you couldn’t be together, properly. 

Not yet.

You rolled over in your nest, the small space now feeling too big without Steve in it. Your hand reached out to brush over the space where he had lain and you bowed to the inevitable. You opened your eyes and lying there on the mattress was a black t-shirt. Steve’s t-shirt. He’d left you a fresh one, still imbued with his scent. You gathered it to you and breathed it in. It would have to sustain you until you could see him again. 

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[kanene-yaaay]

The Shine in My Eyes (Can Someone Turn Off The Lights?)

Kanene’s notes: Heya heyaaa! I received that request AGES ago and thank you very much for your patience, bean! I hope you like the story, even tho I strayed from the original prompt.

I didn’t proofread it because I really wanted to post it as soon as I could sdfghjjhgfd so maybe some parts are confusing or repetitive, pls just hmu if that is the case ^.^)

Warnings: Light angst and hurt/comfort. Light and rough tickles. Ticklish!Reader and Ler!Moon. Around 4.000 words. Can be platonic or romantic. Sun is mentioned.

[~*~]

“Sleep?” The raspy voice questioned, so quiet that you would almost believe that it was part of your imagination if it wasn’t the amount of times you heard that same question in the last months. It spiked a warm feeling on your chest.

You would almost smile if it wasn’t the mild headache taking over your entire brain. 

“No.”

Cold, metallic hands touched your elbow, leading to an involuntary flinch that quickly disappeared when your mind catched up to whom the hand was. Moon continued, traveling his hands upwards your arm with careful, light and slow touches, telegraphing his movements enough that you could perfectly picture his form slouched next to you on the couch, head tilted, attentive eyes watching your body language and scans looking for signals of distress. It was good that you didn’t even need to open your own eyes to see that, knowing pretty well that doing so would only aggravate your pain.

Frustration ran hot on your throat, making you clench your jaw in response. Your eyes itched, still aching after hours staring at the computer’s screen after an entire morning of going out to do chores and shopping. There was an uncomfortable pressure on the back of your head. Yesterday it all wasn’t good either. This sucked. This really sucked.

Moon pulled you up from the urge to give up to the darkest thoughts peeking on the corner of your mind by taking the light fabric over your eyes and changing it for another one, damp from being recently bathed in cold water. A relieved sigh flees through your lips, your fists unclenching (when did you start pressing your nails in your palms again?) and being lifted to clean a couple of stray tears that now ran across your cheeks.

Two bigger hands overlapped yours, silicone digits wiping the water away before a humming began filling the air. You could almost picture the way the animatronic’s body was swaying from one side to another in the rhythm of the lullaby.

“Fuzzy, fuzzy.” The touch quickly changed directions so it would be playing with your hair, massaging and scratching your scalp with the skill of an animatronic that passed weeks fixated on human hairs and would spend another plentiful of weeks being amazed by their softness, form and type, waiting for you to lower your guards so he could try to convince you to let him try another hairstyle. Maybe you should consider buying them a wing. Sun would love it. You could almost hear the uncontrollably, excited rambling already. A small grin grazed your lips. A finger booped your nose. “You’re fuzzy because you’re tired. Sleep. Go to sleep.”

“Contrary to your belief, sleep doesn’t solve all the problems in the world.” Moon huffed at the lightheaded poke of fun, instead choosing to pinch your poor nose in retaliation. You swatted at his general direction, knowing very well it wouldn’t hit the target nevertheless. It was the thought that counts. “Besides, if I take a nap now it will destroy my sleep schedule for today. I am at least trying to keep it healthy.”

More like, you had now two animatronics that would either began to fuzz over your bad habits, nervously twisting his fingers and anxiously spinning his sunrays, hovering and doing his best to make you feel better while trying to not overstep any boundaries and respect your (bad) choices or follow you at night with light steps and clicking sounds, calmly and happily accompanying you through your chosen night activities while also attempting to subtly nudge you to the direction of your room (and, consequently, your bed).

Of course, every now and then all of you would have your missteps. Some days Sun would tremble uncontrollably and hug you tightly when you tried to go out, chatting non stop over your and Moon’s attempts to comfort him. Another nights you would move too quickly or suddenly and Moon’s eyelights would go to a bright red and he would tackle you on the floor, body frozen on a security code he no longer had, but that still affected him. Other weeks everything would feel too much and you would push them far and away and wonder when it all came to this. Why did all came to this.

But… 

But then there were also be days where Sun would skip around the house, a happy humming that made his entire circuits vibrate - and kind of reminded you of a cat - on the tip of his tongue, a batch of homemade cookies or a new colored drawing waiting for you after a long day. There would be moments when your presence and Moon’s comforting, teasy banter would be able to make his sunrays twitch less anxiously and for him to smile brighter, every shoulder bump, every poke, every half hug and every lingering touch would be a promise and a confession (I am here I am here I care I am here).

There would be moments when Moon would come at your room with his hands once again tangled in a mess of yarn’s strands and he would grumble at your light pokes of fun and refuse to tell about his new project so he could catch you and Sun by surprise and tease you both about your reactions afterwards. There would be nights when he would be frozen and twitchy and feel the worst because he can’t get his body to move and you would start telling him about your day, about a funny meme you saw on internet and and interesting something he maybe didn’t know yet about humans or the world that exists around them, and then, bit by bit, he would be able to move (his entire systems blastring friend friend my friend my dear friend over and over above the instinct of threat catch eliminate) and you would watch a movie.

And there would be moments when you gave them surprise gifts because it seems like their wonder about the world, the universe and humanity would never disappear no matter how much time they spent out of that mall. There would be days they would leave warm dishes and hot drinks on your desk, when they would hug and hold you close when you were ready to face them, when they would listen to you and sing soft lullabies or distract you with games and banter until a smile and a soft feeling took over the sadness and red eyes.

There would be days that you spent looking for new activities or experiences the animatronics hadn’t tried yet, preparing another good memory for them to have. There would be afternoons when Sun would dance with you across the living room because he knew how much you loved that song. There would be evenings when Moon would wipe your tears and distract you from your aching eyes because he knew that bad thoughts are easier to fight when you’re not alone.

Evenings just like this one.

“Thinking too hard.” Moon pressed his thumb firmly on your forehead, pulling you out of your thoughts (again). “Too hard. Must rest. Sush.”

You snorted. “Wow. Thank you, man. I have no idea how I lived until now without your rich life advices.”

“Cheeky brat.” A playful poke was jabbed on your side, fishing a surprised yelp from your lips. 

Silence.

“Let’s play a game.”

A jumpy ‘zing!’ ran across your spine at the dangerous and incredibly joyful tune that took over his raspy voice, and you immediately knew that there wouldn’t be another ending for this day other than you becoming a mess of laughter on the couch. Still, even when a wobbly smile stretched on your face you tried to sound firm.

“No.” It didn’t work very well. There was no heat in it, titters already bubbling in the back of your throat. Your arms began moving and flailing in the general direction of his snickers.  “Moon, no. Give me your hands. Give me your hands right no-o-ow, come on!” Your words began fading and twinkling in between stubborn giggles and squeaks as a wave of pokes and squeezes began attacking your entire torso from seemingly everywhere. 

"Sorrrrry, Moonlight. Can you repeat that?" He was prodding your ribs now, tapping his fingers on each one of them, escaping from your grabbing hands with ease, not taking long before his attack changed to a light pinching of that absurdly vulnerable spot that connected your belly with your sides. His delighted tune showed that he was not sorry at all. "Can't hear you over all of those wiggly giggly giggles. Care to repeat what you just said? Hm?"

His attacks were getting even harder to predict, the cloth on your eyes helping in nothing your current state, actually, the fact that you couldn’t see where he would strike next only made butterflies fly excitedly on your nerves.

Before a reply could leave your mouth, however, his hands began spidering all across your midsection, digits fluttering and dancing on your stomach, barely scratching the sensitive skin next to your bellybutton, teasing and worming their way up and down, from a side to another on your stomach, exploring and tickling every available space until it could calmly rest on your hips, still softly scribbling the ticklish spot with no worries in his heart.

It was hard to not squirm with the tickles, even more so to control the yelps and chuckles that kept falling from your mouth like a waterfall. Especially with Moon's taunting squeezes that never failed to appear when you never expected and fish a squeaky snort.

You tried to talk once again.

He digged his fingers just the slightly bit on the flesh of your hips.

Your hands flew to hold his wrists, lips pressed firmly shut with the willpower that he, the evil jester, the mean clown wouldn't get not even a single more yelp from you.

"I think someone wants to laugh. ~" The whispering wasn't even that close, the animatronic not even having a breath to make it so taunting but you still felt the urge to scrunch your neck and protect your sensitive ears, knowing very well they were one of their favorite places to attack. "Someone here, a very ticklish, very giggly and silly-silly-silly someone wants to laugh sooo much right now… isn’t that right, starlight?"

His hands (still being held but not pushed away by yours) calmly crawled across your sides, drumming on your ribs and still going up until both of them laid on your shoulders, scribbles and scratches leading their way up to your chin, leading your squirms even worse with all the giddy anticipation that traveled across your nerves and made it hard to stay still in the same place.

"Such precious, beautiful laughter and giggles trapped right here." He tsked, one of his hands traveling slowly - all his movements now were surprisingly and still slow, as if he was telegraphing his moves for you - to tease the underline of your jaw. "Greedy, greedy. Wanting to keep all of your adorable reactions all for yourself. You need to learn to share."

His voice was closer. Much closer than before. Danger sirens blasted on your brain but the effort to not laugh and succumb to the ticklish scratches now focusing on unfairly attacking the shell of your ears and the spot right behind them distracted you too much to realize what was about to happen. Why was his voice closer? 

A low, half filled with joy and half with mischief chuckle filled the air. And suddenly you knew the answer. 

“Moon, don’t you dare-!” But it was too late, the unbearable buzzing already taking over your senses, the raspberry spreading like electricity across every single inch of ticklish skin on your neck, pulling all the laughter, all the squeaks, snorts and titters from their hiding spots, making a smile stretch from a side to another on your face.

It didn’t last more than one or two minutes, however. And soon enough Moon was changing and re-adjusting the cloth over your eyes since the last one was already dry and it had fallen from its place with all the struggles. It was dark and your vision was still slightly blurry, but the smirk over the other’s faceplate was crystal clear, his head spinning twice before it bobbed in your direction. 

You mentioned for him to come closer, giggles still running away from your mouth uncontrollably. When he did as asked, your hands held his face with care, thumbs caressing the metal of his cheeks, red eyes watching your expression with adoration and wariness.

“I…” You took a good gulp of oxygen, letting your voice in a sweet, lovely tune, giant smile still plastered on your features. “Will destroy you once I’m free.”

The wheezing sound that came out of his system was loud and uncontrollable, a few parts of his exoskeleton clicking non stop in a kind of amusement that only happened when his guard was down and he was caught by surprise.

You probably just made it even worse to yourself. It was clear for the way that Moon’s eyes squinted until they looked like a crooked smile.

But the promise was worth it. Maybe you could even ask for Sun’s help. His teases were basically unbearable to endure.

“Lay down, lay down, troublemaker.” Careful touches pushed your shoulders so they would go back to a laying position, the piece of fabric being again put over your eyes and bringing a sense of cold relief. It almost made up for the fact that you were walking to a trap.

Well, at least it was a comfortable one.

“Perrrrrfect.” You felt Moon lifting your legs, sitting on the free space on the couch and then laying said ones on his lap. “You laughed, now it means you have to play my game.~”

You wondered if you would be able to get to your room and lock yourself before the animatronic could catch you.

As if reading your thoughts, two hands locked on the spot right above your knees, not squeezing (not yet) but being close enough that a wobbly tune began painting your grin and the need to wiggle away started itching on your nerves.

“Alright.” You acquiesced, the grumpy pout being quickly erased when a single finger skittered on the ticklish skin under your knees. Cheater. “Alright. What is the game?” 

“Say the word.” Confusion must have shown on your face, because Moon continued his sentence. “I write and you say the word, right, squeaky mouse?” As if to confirm his words, he clawed your kneecap, fishing a squeal.

You didn’t answer right away, the squeezes became more and more quicker.

“Ok, ok!!” Kicks did nothing to dislodge the attack, and by the way Moon snickered, he knew very well that. Laughter began bubbling once again on your throat. “I agree! I already agrehehehed, stohohop!”

Satisfied, the animatronic relented his tickling, hands not more touching anything.

Strangely enough that only made you feel even more ticklish, tingles and shivers running and spreading everywhere.

“Guess.”

And then they were back.

The tip of his index finger touches your thigh in a straight line, goosebumps following the scribbling as it changed to lay in the middle of the previous straight line only to make another, tiny, tickly, horribly tickly bolts of electricity teasing the nerves as he repeated the sign, over and over again.

“Guess.”

An only finger dancing and tracing your thigh. It shouldn’t be able to tickle so much. It shouldn’t affect you this much. But it was so light. It was so unbearably light and soft. It was…

It was a letter.

“Ihihihi! It’s an ‘I’!”

“Yesss.” Moon seemed delighted at the snickers, more than happy to see you playing along the silly game and forgetting the reason for your earlier tears. “Second one. Four letters” He got closer to your knee, but instead of one, now two fingers danced and scratched the sensitive skin, going up - once again in a straight line - before going down and to the right - another line, - repeating the movements thrice before moving to the kneecap, softly tracing circles on it again and again and again and again and-

“Move on!” You could feel the heat creeping on your neck and face, the airy giggles becoming more and more frenetic and uncontrollable as the previous daycare attendant refused to focus his attention elsewhere. He did, however, continue after a few more seconds, not wanting to scramble your thoughts so much. 

Moon lifted your leg just a little bit, just enough for him to reach with no problem behind your knee, pulling his touch downwards before going right up, as if his touch was doing little jumps on the spot, zings and more zings of tickly electricity pulling hints of snorts on your reactions.

Lowering his tracing a bit more he arrived to your calf. One straight line up. One to the right. Go a tad downwards the first line. Another line. More downwards. One more line.

He began repeating the tracing. You felt like all of your other tickle spots were tingling in empathy for the calve’s struggles.

“Lohohove! It’s ‘I love’!” A wheeze escaped from your lips and filled the air. Was he really writing I love you? “That is so chehehesy.”

“Sush, sush, sush, cute teapot.” A couple of squeezes. More kicks in protest. “Third word. Five letters.”

Wait. Five?

Now, Moon moved closer to your ankles, three fingers scribbling and drawing the letters, slipping way too close to your soles for it to be only a mistake. It took him having to ‘write’ the word more three times since your brain simply erased any and every knowledge as soon as he felt those nails scraping the skin of  your ankles.

“Being!” You shouted, once again descending in breathless laughter and squirms when the animatronic confirmed that your guess was right, firmly rubbing and massaging the sensitive skin so that you could get a break and breathe more steadily. 

It took a while before snorts and quiet squeals stopped taking over your voice and your legs stopped tingling and sending shivers across your body. You didn’t even was usually that ticklish on your legs, but the mix of light and soft teases and not being able to see what he would do next making your sensitivity spike to the sky.

The game had a logic, however. Thighs, knees, calves, ankles… If you weren’t mistaken, then the next one would be…

Another ‘zing!’ ran down your spine.

“Last word. Seven letters.”

Seven letters.

I love being…

“Wait, wait, wait!” You tried pulling your legs away, but the hands were keeping them nice and cozy in his firm grip. The cloth fell from your eyes and you looked for his, an unstable, pleading grin on your face. “Moon, wait, you know I can’t!” His eyes only squinted more in mischief, smirk growing on his mouth unashamedly. That son of a- “I can’t say it, Moon, please! I swear Moon, I cahahan’t!”

He lifted his hands, fingers wiggling in the air. For a moment you thought that the sentient robot was waving you goodbye since he was about to absolutely kill you dead. But then you heard it.

A faint buzzing, dancing and filling the room.

“No!”

The clawing hand slowly began moving to your feet.

“Last word. Five letters.”

“Don’t you dare!” You had no idea how your voice didn’t break any windows with how high pitched and loud it was, the hysterical, belly laughter already bubbling in the back of your throat as pleas fell like flocks from your lips. “Moon, don’t you dare! No! Come on! Do NOT-”

The buzzing, still discharging small ticklish sparks of electricity touched your sole.

Everything, for a blissful moment, froze.

Then it all came crashing down.

The buzzing filled every single inch of your nerves, tickling in ways that should be illegal, especially as the animatronic - the traitor - began moving to trace the spot as if you could concentrate in the letters being written over all the incoherent babbles and pleas that generously painted the laughter taking over your senses.

You already knew the word that was being written, and was very aware that said one didn’t need all the scratches being delivered to the arch of your feet, or the scribbles that attacked without mercy the balls of your feet and digged under and in between your toes, wiggling and tickling and tickling there without a care in the word.

“I will write it again.” Moon basically purred, sounding too much like the perfect personification of a very smug cat. “Pay attention, gigglebug.”

Before you could protest the fingers were once again traveling across your soles, repeating the attacks and now focusing on all the weak spots they found in their way, fishing plentiful of squeals, squeals, yelps, giggles, titters and snorts in their way.

Everything stayed like that for a few pieces of time. Laughing filling the air, buzzing and tickling taking over every sense. The melodious symphony fulfilling hearts.

And then it stopped.

Moon chuckled, once again rubbing the spot so the ghost tickle feeling would disappear faster, even if your remanent tittering laughter still stretched between you both.

“Did you discover the word?” 

You opened your eyes, wiping a few tears that escaped and trying to look chastising at the robot in front of you, although your burrowed frown didn’t hold any heat, especially with the wide smile still blossoming on your face, shining eyes staring directly at him.

Moon only chuckled more.

“Alright, alright. Troublemaker. But one day you’ll have to admit that you love it.~” 

Before you could answer with a snarky remark, the animatronic surprised you by picking you up and laying down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest.

“Game is not over. One more sentence.” It was an affirmation, but you lived enough with him to recognize the questioning tune in his words.

“No more.” You established.

He grumbled. You were pretty sure that if he could pout, he would.

Silence.

“Gentle tickles…?” 

A sigh left your lungs at the hopeful feeling in his voice.

“… Sssstarlight?”

And how could you ever say no to that?

“Ok. But only light ones.” You agreed. Because when it came to Sun and Moon you had a piece of butter in the place that should be your heart, as it seems.

Moon began carelessly grazing the tip of his fingers on your back, the tickles just light enough to make one or two giggles jump here and there, a pleasant feeling of comfort and softness spreading and relaxing your muscles, making them melt and a warmth to blossom on your chest.

So caring. So comfortable. So soft…

Your mind began drifting away, breaths coming out more steadily, thoughts becoming less and less coherent as the minutes passed by.

You only realized Moon’s plan too late, when your conscience was already slipping away and the tiredness of the day was already catching up.

That freaking cheater.

Well, at least it was probably already late enough that a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

[makeitallmarvel]

SNOWFALL

Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Your ears were practically ringing by the time Bruce had a chance to look at you and assess your injuries. The exhaustion fully kicked in as you swayed back and forth slowly trying to keep yourself awake. “Looks like we got to you just in time. By the looks of your scans and listening to your lungs you’ve suffered from major contusions from blunt force trauma.” He stated putting his stethoscope around his neck. “You need to rest for the rest of the day with light activity as needed. Stay on campus. I’ll monitor you throughout the day.” He recommended in his soft tone.

“Thanks B” you finally said after a long yawn. He gently kissed the top of your head, “Of course. Go see Fury and then get some rest.” He chuckled before returning to his charts. Slowly you trudged out of the room smiling to yourself. Seeing your friend so happy in a medical setting helping his friends and staying actively engaged with the Avengers lightened your heart. You could tell Bruce felt so much better in this role, able to leave the Hulk behind.

After a quick elevator ride and a long walk down the hallway in the east wing, you arrived at a lobby space. Behind the desk was a red head with glasses buried deep in her computer. “Hey Stace” you mumbled pleasantly as you passed by still in your gear from the mission. “Morning y/n. Go right in” she ushered as you approached Nick’s office door. Once inside his large office you took a look outside through the glass window that wrapped around the whole office. The morning light was a bit too much for how tired you truly were. You winced as you sat down in a chair and took a look around the room. Steve sat three chairs down the long boardroom table. Bucky sat at the end opposite of you. Your eyes locked for a moment causing your heart to malfunction. Your already low blood pressure dipped even lower and your head became fuzzy. “How did this seemingly simple assignment become such a shit show?” Fury asked with a bite in his tone. You gulped slightly, “see what happened was” you began. “I don’t want to hear it!” He yelled causing you to close your eyes tightly in regret. You shared a quick glance with Steve feeling like a kid who just got slapped on the wrist. “I expect more from you three. You are my first strings! I don’t want to see this again” he growled. The warning came across loud and clear. “Go get yourselves cleaned up” he dismissed you, “and Cap I want to see the debrief on this on my desk by tonight” he ordered. Steve stood to his full height and curtly nodded his head in agreement, “yes sir”.

“Ahh someone looks like they got a good nights sleep!” Tony joked as he placed a giant family style plate of eggs in front of you. “Yeah yeah not all of us are old enough to claim our AARP benefits and have retired.” You grumbled playfully. “Ouch. See that really is a comment for our good friend Capsicle over there” he gestured in Steve’s direction. From across the room you could see the smirk on Buckys face as his expertly trained ears picked up on your words. “And I’m not retired. Just pulling back my hours” Tony jested popping a forkful of eggs in his mouth. “Eat up Y/N we had a long night” Steve advised as he sat down next to you. Even after an entire night of combat he managed to still smell fresh while you were purposefully hiding your armpits in hopes no one smelled them with the slightest of arm movement. “Not that hungry, just ready to shower” you shot back quickly stealing two pieces of toast and bouncing to your feet. You were eager to get clean and go to sleep to aid your sore body.

On the way back to your room you had to walk by the medical suite. The glass let you see Bruce hard at work. He casually looked up and put a thumbs up in the air as if to ask of you were feeling ok. You quickly responded with a thumbs up as well before heading down the south hallway. While you waited for the elevator at the end of the hall you couldn’t help but relive every moment of last night in your mind. The way he held you so tight. His scent. His voice in your ear. It sent chills down your spine. The beep alerting you of the elevator snapped you out of your thoughts which left you feeling empty and cold. Traveling up four floors and to the end suite with a black door and a wreath made of thorns adorning it, you finally made it home. You were one of the lucky ones. Tony, Bucky, you and Spidey had vast balconies with open views all around to see the grounds. On your fourth floor southern wing you had neighbors of Wanda and Vision not to mention Loki. At last after another hour of slowly getting out of your suit from last night and getting stuck in your ripped leather pants for awhile, you were finally laying your body to rest. Every muscle screamed with an ache as you tried to relax yourself enough to drift into a sleep.

You had blacked out for three hours when your eyes opened again. Groaning you looked at the clock highly annoyed with your body’s natural rhythm. “Come on y/n go back to sleep. Don’t do this now” you coached yourself out loud. You were a notorious one for roaming the halls at night due to your insomnia. You closed your eyes to try again and laid still for about five minutes. The sounds of the birds and recruits running drills on the grounds filled your ears. It became overwhelming. Without even thinking you had tossed your pillow across the room in anger. You angrily walked out to your balcony taking in the scenes of the day around you. The sun shone bright in the sky warming your skin. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt incredibly good. It was calling you back into the hustle and bustle of the day rather than your bed. Quickly you tied up your hair and poured a drink from your bar cart. A double jack and coke. Taking a sip you moaned in satisfaction and headed out your door.

Your feet took you outside to the back main grounds. Maybe a walk would coax you back into the relaxation you desperately needed. Only a few moments passed by before your training had alerted you that someone was behind you and indeed your ears picked up on the footsteps. These were well trained and mostly silent. They stayed in the path of your own. “I thought you only roamed at nighttime” Buckys soft voice wafted into your ears and down to your chest where he made it hard to breathe. “Couldn’t sleep?” You asked him and he nodded his head yes pushing back his long hair. “Something like that” he sighed, “mind if I join?” He motioned to the path ahead of you. “Of course not” you smiled as you sipped your drink. “Let me try that” he demanded softly grabbing your glass before you could say no. He took a sip and coughed. “Damn you could give Tony a run for his money. You are a heavy handed bartender. That’s a woman after my own heart” he chuckled handing the glass back to you. The blush evident on your cheeks and it wasn’t the alcohol. It made it hard to walk thinking of you being his. That was something you didn’t think could ever be possible. You were always going to be his team mate and that’s all. “Tell me something I wouldn’t know about you” he wondered opening up conversation after a few beats of comfortable silence. “Bucky you know me pretty well.” You argued. “Eh just try. I’m sure you could surprise me.” He pressured with a devilish smile on his face. “Ok fine” you accepted the challenges and fell silent staring at the clouds as you thought of something good. “Ok one time when I was six I went horseback riding. And it was amazing! Probably the happiest I had been the whole summer that is…until I fell face first in a pile of mud.” You admitted. “Did the horse buck you off?” He asked clearly interested. “Hell yeah he bucked me off and when I looked up wiping mud from my eyes a giant toad was sitting there and croaked at me. I ran away screaming! And ever since that day I’ve been afraid of all frogs and toads. You will not see me ever dressing up as the princess and the frog for Halloween” you laughed. Bucky threw his head back with a smile as he took in the story. You had never seen him so alive. More importantly you had never been the person to make him feel this way.

An hour of passing anecdotes back and forth and you both were ready to rest your legs. Underneath the shade of a willow tree you laid on the soft, warm grass. Bucky lay next to you. “You make things seem normal. You make me feel normal” he mumbled but your ears caught every word. All you could do was lay there and try not  to get the big fat smile on your face noticed by him. “I’m glad” was all you could say even though your heart was about to take off into space. The pair of you laid in the grass for another two hours side by side in silence. Bucky looked over at you and found you facing him with closed eyes now peacefully asleep. He smiled to himself taking you in and feeling content for the first time in awhile. He turned his head back to the sky and closed his eyes as well. He finally felt safe enough to do so.

[wildbornsiren]

You want some happy? The first thing that came to mind is Beau becoming Dad!Beau. I'm feral at the very thought!

Love you, Shelly! ❤️

You darling sap. I do so adore you. Beau "Cyclone" Simpson/F!Reader.

"Occasionally this particular procedure can reverse itself, especially if you had it earlier on." The doctor hands over a bundle of paperwork and print-outs. Beau stares at him, mind spinning a mile a minute, a bit wide-eyed, his hand shaking slightly as he reaches for you. "What are the risks?" He finally manages to say. The doctor glances at the computer screen, then back to the two of you. "Admiral, there's no concern for your health, your wife's health or the health of the fetus." He offers a reassuring smile. "In a few months you'll be welcoming a baby into this world."

That was eight months ago. He had doted on you hand and foot, taking you to classes, appointments, more often than not you'd find him squinting at forums on his phone, or behind his desk in the office looking at studies, research and whatever caught his attention. There was a go bag in both of your cars, and a third by the door. ------- "I'm scared." The admission came in the middle of the night. You were awake, it was hard to get comfortable enough to sleep, and the only thing that appealed to you were fruit loops that had been pulverized into dust. He was on his side, his back to you, his voice quiet--small. You licked the dust from your fingers, drying them on the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. "I am too. But we can do this together." "Isn't that how we got into this?" You smile and shake your head. "You know Beau, when a man and a woman love each other very much." He reaches back, taking your hand, pulling you so gently to him. Chapped lips brush your knuckles. The gesture is soft and sweet and everything he rarely says out loud. ------ The days creep closer to the date on the calendar circled with red. With it, your nerves increase. Beau is constantly at your side, making sure you don’t lift a finger. It would be sweet if you weren’t so tired of everything.  You go into labor three days before the circled date. Beau is calm, stoic, holding your hand as he drives, taking each increasingly painful squeeze from your hand without complaint. He’s with, you every step of the way, a reassuring presence at your side calm and patient as he talks to you. There’s a tenseness to his jaw, worry in his eyes, but whenever you call for him he’s there, wiping sweat from your brow or holding your hand as contractions happen.  That tension eases from his face when he hears the cry of your daughter, and the congratulations of the delivery staff. He leans in, kissing your forehead gently.  “Good job baby.” His voice shakes and you bring your joined hands to your lips, kissing the back of his hand.  “I love you.” You murmur, fuzzy from the pain drugs and exhaustion.  You watch the flurry of activity as your daughter is weighed, measured, wrapped in a swaddling blanket and returned to you. “Beau look at what we made.” You look up at him, and blink. His face is so soft, eyes a bit watery and full of wonder. “We’re so happy to meet you Ellie.”  He drops shakily into the chair at your bedside, exhaling heavily. “She’s perfect.”  “Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes and a lil nose.” You grin at him.  -----  You wake up a few hours later, the seat next to you empty. You can hear the quiet rumble of Beau’s voice, and when you turn to look, you find him by the window. There’s a bundle of pink in his arms, and he’s talking softly to her.  “I’m so glad you’re here baby girl. Your momma did so well keeping you safe and helping you grow.”  You relax against the pillows, watching him as he gently rocks the cooing bundle.  “It’s my turn to keep you safe now. I promise I’ll protect you, and keep you safe. You’re going to grow up so strong, and brave, and smart. And so, so very loved. You know, your momma fixed all my cracks. Showed me that there’s still a lot of good out there.” He points out the window. “I can’t wait to show you everything little one.”  /end