#congrats to new release sir!!

[nyomkitten]

KIRK WHALUM out here releasing sex(y) songs HA

[nctstar]

Hello!

I saw that your requests are opened so can you write something cute with a smut about period sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun?

Your writing is really good, congrats!!

hello! this is so late and you probably forgot about this already lmao but here it is! hope you like it <3 and thanks so much! appreciate the support.

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“You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

other members: nil

word count: 2.7k

genre: smuuutttt with a touch of fluff throughout

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual and implied that reader x doyoung has discussed boundaries and safewords prior to the scene taking place + discussion takes place throughout, talking about periods and cramps throughout (reader has painful cramps and these are described), period sex, hard & soft dom doyoung, use of restraints, oral (male receiving), crying during and after sex, sex pausing because of pain, reader is manhandled + held down, sir kink, degradation (use of slut, whore, brat), spanking, pussy slapping, begging, sexual punishment, reader slowly slips into subspace towards the end, intense orgasms, penetrative sex (unprotected - please be safe irl guys), use of good girl, fingering + clitoral stimulation, squirting, profanity (f word, s word once)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: happy new year guys <3 YES IK I said I would finish the old requests by the end of the year but...it got crazier than I expected so...anyways here I am. new year same old me (but worse it seems). I thought the markhyuckno and dojaejung fic was the most graphic nasty thing I could write but...here we are :D

Your dutiful stares were enough to send him over the edge. Thick, glassy eyes rimmed with black and adorned by lashes as sensitive as butterfly wings, fluttering as you whimpered. “P-please.”

Doyoung stood so tall in front of you, you could barely make out the outlines of his face, ones you knew so well. His slacks smelled of laundry detergent, and you gulped as he used one hand to press your head to the front of his thigh, another unbuckling his belt. The scent elevated your senses, thighs squeezing around nothing in anticipation. Your arms and legs tied tightly behind you with silky black ribbons, just the way he liked it, you were forced to balance on your knees, your body seesawing as he prepared himself. A cramp hit you then, and you shut your eyes, breathing through your mouth, letting it pass.

“Keep your eyes open.” He sounded emotionless, careless, like he wasn’t even looking in your direction, but you nodded anyway, looking up at his face. Bits of light in the room was now illuminating parts of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose. The hand behind your head contracted, fingers digging into your scalp roughly. You gasped, parts of your scalp now throbbing as he pushed your open mouth onto him.

“Nghhh…” you gargled noisily, your eyes silently pleading at him to go easy on you. But he persisted, even as your hands curled into fists, fighting against the restraints as he used your mouth as he pleased. Tears and drool ran down your face and onto the grooves of your collarbone, and that was when the next cramp hit.

The pain was sudden and immobilising, like a lightning strike on the most sensitive parts of your body. Your whole body jerked, and Doyoung’s hand release from your scalp. You cried out, doubling over, and you felt soft skin all over your bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You began to cry softly, your stomach turning as embarrassment settled into your body. “Mmm, sorry, s-sir.”

“Shh, we’re not doing the scene right now, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry…” You rubbed your face on his shoulder, feeling his fingers quickly work to release you from your restraints. Once you did, your hands wrapped around his body instinctively, knees separated so you could sit on his lap. He patted your hair and upper back gently as you cried in his lap, the remnants of the cramp ebbing away inside your stomach. Once your breath slowed, Doyoung pulled your face away from him, but you still couldn’t look him in the eye. His thumb was gently circling the bare skin above the edges of your underwear. “Hey. This is for both of us to enjoy, right? If you’re in pain, we’re not doing it. And I’m not having fun either if you’re not, okay? Baby?” He kissed the top of your shoulder affectionately, and you felt your insides warm instantly, as if he had doused you in warm water. “Let’s get you relaxed and comfortable now, okay? What would you-“

“Doie, it’s fine. We can continue.”

“No, honey. It’s enough for today. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Your head snapped up to look at him, but there was no hint of frustration or anger lining his face. “It’s okay.” He rubbed up your arms, making you sigh inaudibly. “You don’t need to tell me right now, okay?”

“No, I…” You stopped, looking up and sighing, loudly this time. “I’ll tell you. I don’t know, I was just…embarrassed, I guess? But it’s not really a big deal, it’s just, well…something we haven’t really, um…” You were fumbling, playing with the bow on your bra as the anxiety rose up your body, threatening to silence you once again.

Doyoung’s plush lips pressed against yours, a clean, musky scent overtaking your senses. He squeezed your waist supportively as he pulled away.

You lashes fluttered as you spoke. “I’m on my period.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, maybe a second too long. Then, he sighed, resting back on his hands. “Oh, thank God.”

“What?”

“I thought you were gonna drop some huge bomb on me, like you had some weird fetish or something.”

“Doyoung!” You slapped his arm, making him laugh deeply. Your heart felt full as his face crinkled, your favourite feature on him being the way his entire face brightens when he smiles or laughs. You kissed his nose. “Thanks for not being weird about this.”

“Come on. Who would be weird about this? It’s such a normal thing.” Then, his face slowly dropped, darkened, and the worry started to creep again, tingling up the back of your neck. “Does it hurt? Is that why- oh.” He looked away, his hand slipping from your waist. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“Wha- Doyoung, no. It’s not your fault, we agreed beforehand and, well, I thought the cramps would go away eventually! I mean, they usually do when I-“ You stopped, but Doyoung stared at you, willing you to continue. “What? What makes them stop?”

A blush crept up your cheeks, the exhilaration overtaking you as if you were 13 years old preparing to make your first sex joke rather than a grown woman who had just sucked her boyfriend’s cock for two minutes. “Um, well, you know. You know what they say about orgasms and cramps, right?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow at you, before the realisation washed over his face. “Oh.”

You laughed awkwardly. “See, it’s so embarrassing, even if it’s not, technically. God, this is so weird. Let’s just finish here for today.” As you went to get off his lap, his hands pressed your hips down again, bare thighs slipping against his unbuttoned slacks. “I have a better idea.”

You looked into your eyes as your panty-clad core rubbed against the bulge of his cock in his boxers, making you shiver. “But if we do this…”

“Doie, are you sure?”

“Are you?” You nodded, almost too enthusiastically, which made him chuckle darkly. It was true that you were horny as fuck, despite the earth-shattering electric-shock level pain that was ravishing your body every now and then.

He grazed his lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck. “Good girl.” He gripped your ass with both hands, making you moan almost instantaneously. “We’ll play by the same rules we decided before then, okay? Promise me you’ll use your safeword, and tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” You muttered a mh-hm, starting to get impatient and grind against him, but he stopped your movements in place. “Words, sweetie. This is important.”

“Y-yeah, Doie. Fuck, I w-want it – I need it, please, sir…” You bit your lip, grabbing his hands to push them away from your hips and let you grind against him. Doyoung let go, but he hooked his arm around your lower back, other hand spanking your clothed ass harder now. “Oh my God!” The sting took you by surprise, and as he stood up, his shoulder pressed against your stomach, giving you some relief from the dull ache that came every time you were on your period. “S-sir, where are we-“

The wind whooshed out of your lungs as he threw you onto your bed, the covers warm against your skin. As you caught your breath, Doyoung slammed himself over you, throwing both of your arms above your head recklessly. “So disrespectful, speaking out of turn like that.” You bit your lip in response.

As he rose above you, you yelped as you felt your world spin again. Lying on your front now, you tried to move onto all fours, but a hard whack to your backside stopped you in your place. You yelped, feeling him push you down onto the bed and spank you three times in a row. The third hit make you cry out. “S-sorry, sir!”

Leaning over you, trapping you in between his knees, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Your neck bent backwards awkwardly as he pulled your face off the bed. “A-ah!”

“Naughty girl, hmm? And what happens to brats like you, baby? I want to hear you beg for it.” The way the word beg fell off his lips, like poison from a vial, made your legs shake in anticipation. The burn in your scalp was overwhelming, and you managed to make out, with shaky breaths, “Please, sir, please punish m-me.”

You yelped as he grabbed at the plush of your ass, fighting every urge to move. “Please, please, I need it, I need this.” He pulled the waistband of your black panties down to your upper thighs with one hand, landing hits as he let his other hand keep your face buried in the sheets. “Stupid whore. Grinding on me like my cock is all you can think about. Is that right, baby? Is my cock all that you’re good for, slut?” His words made you melt like butter, your heart racing as the arousal that was now collecting threatened to send you over the edge too early. “Ah- fuck! H-hurts…” Your voice croaked. Doyoung paused, but his hand still pressed you to the bed. Realising he was probably waiting for a verbal all-clear, you wriggled your ass teasingly. “Sir, please, I deserve it. I’m your brat, please, please punish-“

The next few hits took your breath away, and you wondered how all of this strength was coming from one arm. Your eyes watered as he travelled down your thighs before coming back to the curves of your bare ass, now probably red on impact. Your body began to fight the pain, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored to the bed. “Fuck, y-yes sir, I’m all yours, please, please, take me.” You babbled nonsensically as you felt yourself relinquish control, wetness now dribbling down your inner thighs.

When he stopped, you felt yourself breathe out, and in one go, Doyoung lifted you backwards so your back was pressed against his. The first thing you noticed was the pad that lined your underwear, now on full display. “Oh shit.” You scrambled to untangle your legs to throw it away, out of sight, making Doyoung laugh. “You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

He was slipping in and out of the scene with so much ease. Tears sprung to your eyes for the third time that day as you unfolded the towel, leaning over to open it onto the bedsheets. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He didn’t hesitate as he laid you down on your front, aligning you with the towel properly. “You ready, my love?”

Nodding furiously, you felt him push you down on your upper shoulders with a tantalising amount of strength. “Stupid brat is always ready for cock, right?” You moaned, loudly, making him groan and slap your soaked core. “Ah! Fuck, s-sir.” You felt his engorged bulb run through your folds, so slowly, teasing you with an agonisingly slow pace. “You need this to put you in your place, right?” Another slap, this time hitting your clit and making you cry out. “And where is your place, baby?”

As he landed another slap, you cried out. “U-under you, sir! I belong under you, stuffed with your coc-“ He thrusted inside without warning, making you arch your back almost involuntarily. Your brain catching up with the sensations now running rampant through your body, you began to cry, the tears flooding your vision as your body shook with the strength of his hips.

He mocked. “Cock so good you’re crying, is that it?” Doyoung slowed, signalling to you that he needed some sort of verbal encouragement to keep going when you were crying. He was always like this, no matter how many times you assured him you would use your safeword if it was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your open mouth. “Fuck, please, wan’ cum, please.” You managed to make out these words as you climaxed, white hot pleasure running through your lower body.

Even as the overstimulation sunk into your body, you gripped onto the sheets, throwing yourself back onto him, not wanting him to stop. “Please! Please fill me up, make me, ah…” His sped-up thrusts and quietened demeanour could only mean one thing. As you felt his hot cum inside you, he muttered deeply, throaty moans and gasps escaping him. “Good fucking girl. That’s it, gonna stuff you full of me, isn’t that right?” You nodded dumbly, the pleasure overtaking all of your senses. You snuck one hand down your body, toying with your clit, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Doyoung slapped the hand away, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your back with one hand. “Filthy girl.” You whined, but a screamed ripped itself out of your throat as Doyoung pushed two fingers inside you, thumb pressing directly on your clit. “Fuck, wait, ah, too much…” You tried to wriggle away, and he pulled out momentarily to slap you hard on your ass, the sting on your already sore skin making you jerk off the bed. He released you from his grip. “Get up. Now.”

You were shaking, half confusion and arousal clouding your vision as you high-kneeled on the bed. “Legs out and hands behind your back.” You complied, aware now that your core was exposed. One of his arms snaked around your shoulders, fingers dangerously close to your boobs. “So you can be a good girl.”

“Mmm, only for you.” You kissed the skin of his arm, the one in front of you, and gasped when he pressed his bare body close to you. “Not getting my cock again, slut. But you can come. Only when I say so. Understand?” His free hand gripped your chin, strong enough to leave bruises. “Y-yes, yes, sir!”

“Oh, and, these,” he slapped the thin skin of your inner thighs, left, then right, “aren’t moving.” You nodded relentlessly, the waiting driving you mad now. When he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, slow but firm, you gasped, engulfing the air as if it would help you ground yourself. “Fuck, I’m all yours, p-please!” His pace quickened, and it took everything in you to keep your thighs where they were. They shook almost painfully, and Doyoung stopped, pausing to spread your own fluids over your inner thighs. “I’m so close,” you cried softly, and Doyoung shushed you, pressing kisses on your shoulder. “Good girl, you kept still for me. You think you can soak the towel under us, baby? Hmm?” Your thighs pushed together at his words, but you snapped them apart again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Sorry, sir! I’m sorry!” You felt yourself slipping slowly into subspace, kept afloat only by the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Doyoung cooed. “Obedient slut, aren’t you? It’s okay. We’ll keep going. You can come now.” You thanked him profusely as he rubbed firm circles on your clit. You gasped for air, random words flying out of your mouth without restraint. “Sir, feels so good, I- oh, I think I’m gon-, nggh, fuck, sir, it’s so much, please, please…” You came hard, seeing stars as you felt yourself let go completely. The feeling of the wet towel and your legs seemed to slowly bring you back to reality as you looked down, mortified. “Wait, did I…” your chest rose and fell. “Did I pee or something?”

Doyoung laughed delicately in your ear. “No, darling, you just squirted.” Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. “You’re so pretty when you let go. We should do this more often.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Wow, I…didn’t think that was possible.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay humble if you keep saying stuff like this, baby.” You laughed, anxieties lifting off your shoulders for a moment. You turned your head, moving your hair out of your face to kiss him deeply.

When you pulled away, he pecked you again on the forehead, cuddling you against his body. “So…you hungry?”

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[kindestofkings]

sunshine baby [1]

robert keating x reader (she/her)

faceclaim: gracie abrams (ofc hahah)

authors note: hello hello! this is a really random one, I am a broken record but I am self projecting in these hence why the reader is always home friends with the boys. also theres so many time skips lol

I really home you enjoy, would really appreciate any feedback or comments yee might have <33

2020

yourusername

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yourusername 2 months into lockdown we are playing, we are hot girl walking and most importantly we are hot girl drinking 💅

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bobbyskeetz thanks for choosing the most flattering photos luv x

yourusername any time baby any time :))

yourbestfriend i miss you and your impromptu sing songs <3

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elijahhewson there is very little going on behind those eyes

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joshjenkinson_ keep our boy sane !

yourusername and whos gonna keep me sane?? whos gonna keep me alive? ryanmcmahon_15 did you put yourself on the line?

yourusername

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yourusername as y'all know I dabble with playing some piano andddd my very cool, talented boyfriend and his friends asked me to play on a few tunes for their DEBUT ALBUM. thank you for briefly employing me :))

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joshjenkinson_ no thank YOU

ryanmcmahon_15 we owe you forever, this is so exciting !

bobbyskeetz as your boss can you make me a cuppa?

yourusername and your legs stopped working when?? also you're closer to the kitchen than I am rn!

bobbyskeetz they just cant take the weight of being such a musical success 😔 friend1 @bobbyskeetz how does she put up with you? bobbyskeetz shh dont make her reflect on her decisions

yourmam so proud of you chicken!!

yourbestfriend and the start of your music career is when?

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yourusername posted to their story!

if the boys have zero fans, i am dead.

bobbyskeetz so extreme but I love you <3

bobbyskeetz

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bobbyskeetz EVEN BIGGER NEWS !!! Our greatest hits debut album is coming out on July 16th for all you beautiful people to hear. We poured our hearts and souls into this and can’t wait for you to listen . Couldn’t have done it without @theantski @thedrewmanshow @johncatlin @andrea.cozzaglio and all the other talented people who helped get this record finished.

IT WONT ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS !

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bobbyskeetz ALSO @yourusername for the pretty piano playing

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bobbyskeetz thank you :))

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yourusername it is very cool and a lil strange seeing my fella on posters while im on my daily hot girl walk....

it always be wont this like is out today woooo!

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elijahhewson I dont remember that photo being taken 😑

yourusername you just release your debut album you gotta celebrate! yourfriend shes just too nice, you were locked.

yourmam lovely photo, why are yee outdoors though? 😂

bobbyskeetz sure we're following covid restrictions! you're looking at four v responsible boys!! yourmam hmmm I don't know about that one now!

yourbestfriend no cause robert and sir hewson would wanna stop looking into my soul..

elijahhewson 😐😐 bobbyskeetz 😐😐 bobbyskeetz what about josh huh he's also throwin some looks yourbestfriend josh can do whatever he wants 🫶🏼 (liked by joshjenkson_ and yourusername)

yourusername oh also everyone compliment ryan on his GORGEOUS hair

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bobbyskeetz not sure if you got the album name exactly right there..

yourusername huh I dont see anything wrong 🤔

2021

yourusername

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yourusername the trio is back and just in time to see the boys killing it at fairview park 🔥

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yourbestfriend forget about them WE are killing it

yourfriend mmhmm we slay 😤

yourbestfriend posted to their story!

when the base player with a staring problem is away, the girlies can steal his girlfriend 🤘🏼

bobbyskeetz oi oi get your feet of my dining table 😤

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bobbyskeetz happy birthday beautiful.

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inhalerfanupdates I hope its real cause I need a gun after seeing bobbys soft launch

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inhalerfan1 im so sad I cant

inhalerfan2 im afraid to ask but how long do you think they've been together

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part 2

[papillon-mechant]

CONGRATS

can you do poly!marauders and a free use roommate? something dark heheh

this was more of a remus focused thing sorry lol

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“Fuck, don’t think i’ll ever get tired of using this tight little cunt.” Remus groans from behind you, his nails digging into your hips, leaving behind crescent shaped indents. You let out a sound that can only be descriptive as animalistic as you push your face further into the pillow, attempting to muffle your loud noises.

“Oi, we’ve all had a long day moony, don’t hog her.” Sirius argues from across the room, James on his knees below him, expertly sucking on his cock as Sirius fucks into the curly haired boy’s throat.

“Looks like you’ve got everything you need over there,” Remus quips, motioning to the male on his knees, “right now this pussy is mine to use, isn’t that right little fleshlight?” Remus grabs hold of your hair, using his hold to pull your back flush against his chest. The new angle causes his cock to brush perfectly against your g-spot, your mouth falling open and releasing squeals of ecstasy.

Suddenly, a hand comes down between your legs, a rough slap being landed on your over abused clit. “I asked you a fucking question.” The lycanthrope growls, drilling his hips against yours with one hand gripped tightly in your hair and the other around your throat.

“y-yes sir, your pussy, m’just a fleshlight for you to use.” You choke out, your words slurred between small cries of pleasure. Remus chuckles darkly, releasing your hair and roughly pushing your face back into the pillow. You arch your back into him, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, you’re nothing but a walking cumdump. Now be a good little toy and take everything we’re gonna give you tonight.”

[sableseb]

Congrats!!! 500 followers, you deserve every one ❤️❤️ can you write something with alpha Bucky and his sweet little mate? 🥰

Thank you sm💞 Lucky to have you as a fellow writer and follower😙 I had too much fun with this request😅

word count: 955

warnings: smut, praise kink, cock warming, belly bulge, biting/marking, licking of blood

tags: @fuckandfluff @stucky-my-ship @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44

a/n: This is my first attempt at this trope. My knowledge of this is only from other fics I’ve read. So, if anything is off, feel free to correct me! And if you have any pointers for abo, shoot me a message and help your girl out.

You can always tell when your heat is approaching. Everything is heightened. Every sound, every smell, every feeling hits you with such a force at times that you have to brace yourself against the counter to regain control of your body.

You’re sprawled on the couch, rubbing your legs together trying to relive the constant ache that overtakes your core. You can’t risk touching yourself. If Bucky came home to your hand shoved down your shorts, there’d be hell to pay. That said hell is overstimulating you till you had tears, till you were completely numb and fucked out.

So, you wait patiently for your alpha to return home like the good little mate he created you to be. You know Bucky will help you with your situation down there. He never denied you, but he wasn’t scared to dish out plentiful punishments. You have the marks to prove it.

After what seemed like hours of struggling on the couch, you hear the door click open. Your skin is damp with sweat, clit throbbing painfully, and an urge to be filled overtakes you as you catch Bucky’s scent. It’s always the same, fresh, masculine, and addicting.

Arousal starts to pool in your gray shorts, nipples hardening through your flimsy white tank. Bucky smells you as soon as he enters the door. The smell of your dripping sex goes right to his dick.

He makes his way to the living room, seeing you playing with your chest, legs spread wide. His eyes rake over your drenched center. The gray material turned almost black from how wet you are. 

“Did you touch yourself, sweetness?” he asks, coming to stand over your wriggling form.

Bucky knows you didn’t fuck yourself by the way your hand is dry and how worked up you are. He just wants to hear your pretty mouth say it.

“No. Waited for you, like your good girl.” you tell him in a desperate whine, trying to search for some praise. You always loved when your alpha told you how good you are, how warm and tight you are, how pretty you are.

“Hm. That you did, princess. Want me to help you? Wanna cream on my dick? Is that what you want?”

A moan escapes your parted lips. “Yes. I want you to make me feel good, sir. Please. It hurts.”

God, how he loves to hear you beg and whine. His sweet girl, always so obedient, so willing. He pushes your legs to the side to sit perched on the leather couch. 

“Sit up, princess. Come sit on your alpha’s lap.”

You rush to put your legs around his waist, core meeting his clothed erection, already grinding pathetically on him, trying your best to find your release. His hands stop your erratic movements, a smirk forming along his mouth at how utterly desperate you are.

“My sweet girl, that horny? Know your heat’s close. Let me take care of you.”

Bucky’s hand undoes his zipper to fish out his cock. The sight of his swollen tip and thick shaft has a whole new wave of arousal ruining your shorts further. You take off your clothing as fast as you can, your body needing him now.

He sees the harsh marks littered along the expanse of your skin. Bruises and bites fall along the swells of your breasts and the slope of your neck, all of which he created. The bond marking is darker than the rest, showing how he owns you. Mind, body, and soul all belong to him and it turns him on to no end, seeing you painted in his teeth and lips. Knowing you only belong to him.

Bucky aids in helping you sink down on him. The stretch is a big one, but a welcomed one. You crave his fullness, wanting him in you as much as possible. You go to move, to fuck yourself on his throbbing cock, but he stops you once more.

“Nuh uh. Don’t move. It’ll feel good, sweetie.”

His thumb finds your clit, the rest of his fingers resting atop the bulge he creates in your tiny frame. You cry out as he starts rolling your bundle of nerves. You feel so full. You know how good it feels to cum around him, you try to move your hips to match his flicks. His metal hand shoots out to grab your hair, yanking your head back.

He shoves his face in your neck, biting you hard. “I said sit still, princess. Do you want to cum or not?”

“Yes, I wanna cum so badly.”

Bucky goes back to work his finger over you once more, the other hand still fisting your locks as he continues to mark you, teeth sinking in far enough to bring blood that he happily licks up. He feels your walls pulsing around him, he feels so good buried inside you. Your wetness is intoxicating, always gripping him tight and milking him for all he’s worth.

Heat creeps along your spine. The feeling in your lower abdomen is building up, ready to burst. “Faster, please sir. M’ so close.”

He chuckles against your bared throat. “Always my needy baby.”

Bucky swirls his thumb faster, making your thighs tremble. All of a sudden, the coil snaps and you're cumming with broken sobs. You hunch over him from how hard the pleasure hit you. 

“That’s my girl, so good for me.” he whispers against your ear, sucking and nibbling on it. 

You fall limp against him, the throbbing no longer as you lay completely spent. You’re almost asleep before he brings your head up, deep voice snapping you out of your post-bliss haze.

“Want you to taste yourself on my cock, princess. Show your alpha how thankful you are.”

[donutloverxo]

Forever

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is for @buckyownsmylife 's 2k celebration and birthday. Congrats and happy birthday! I've never done a breeding kink so it's very new to me but I hope you like it.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You've been in a secret relationship with Steve for two years. What happens when he tells you he wants to be with you forever?

Warnings - 18+ ONLY PLEASE, smut, breeding kink, sir kink, cum play, anal play, d/s relationship, deepthroating, boss/employee relationship, loosely edited.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You watched him carefully, on the edge of your seat to see how he’d react, although you had a pretty good idea of what he’d say.

“Mm,” Steve made a face, scrunching his nose up, “What is this?”

“Why, it’s pumpkin spiced latte!” you gushed, “Starbucks most popular drink,” trying to hold in a giggle to not give away your little scheme of annoying him.

“I--that’s not my drink, doll,” he frowned.

“Yes! I remember, your drink is iced black coffee, no sugar or cream. I’ve been working for you for two years, sir, it'll be pretty hard to forget.”

“Then why did you get--whatever this is?” he put the cup on his desk, too disgusted to even hold it in his hand.

“I thought you’d like to try something new! Be a bit more adventurous!”

It’ll be pretty hard to get your sir to be anything like that. He has always been so uptight and set in his ways, he had a rigid routine, a clean and proper house which was frankly kinda boring looking which is why you refused to live with him. He had asked you so many times. But you always refused. There’s no way you could live in a house that looked like it was taken out of a magazine catalogue. Where you’d be afraid to even eat anything on or near his expensive and spotless furniture. You’d probably murder him in a month or so.

But maybe he can be more open to other possibilities, he was with you, he should adopt maybe a little bit of your personality as you had done his.

“I’ve got all the adventure right here,” he smiled, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, putting his cheek on the softness of your stomach.

“Hm, your next meetings in thirty minutes,” you hummed as you felt his fingers massage your hips, tempted to run your hands through his golden hair but not wanting to mess it up or make him look sloppy for his important meeting.

“Well, princess, I didn’t have my coffee so now my days off to a bad start. How will I sit through a meeting with Tony Stark? It’s impossible to keep up with that man.

“Um...” you bit your lip, “I didn’t really think of that... maybe I’ll go run and get you a new one right now!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at your naiveté, you were too innocent for you own good, even after being with him and doing the most depraved of things for so long.

He leant back in his chair, spreading his legs, “There is a way you can make it up to me and help me clear my mind.”

You blinked for a moment trying to process his words, “Oh,” you let out when you realised what he meant. “I’m, but...”

“What?”

“My implants expired. I need to get a new one, I’ve got an appoint in two days and I don’t want to take a chance...” you trailed off. There was no way you’d make him come in a condom or anywhere that wasn’t inside you either. So sex was off the table.

“Doll, you need to use that brain of yours sometimes, I know you can, you’re so much more than a pretty face,” he taunted you.

His harsh words really shouldn’t make your panties wet, so much so that you could feel slick running down your thigh but they did.

“You act as if you’ve got just the one hole,” he gave you a faux pout, a hand trailing up your thigh, up your skirt and past your stockings, “I can just use your mouth

....or your ass.”

“What? My ass?” you jumped, wanting to get away from him but he firmly held onto your hip.

You were well aware of his unhealthy obsession with your ass. He had ate it and fingered it, made you wear all sorts and colors of butt plugs so many times, sometimes even in the office. But you absolutely refused to take his dick up your ass.

Nope. Never. Absolutely not. No. Nada.

No matter how many times he’d ask for it, you were not taking his nine inch dick up your poor small ass.

“Relax, doll,” he grinned, “Get to work. I don’t have much time,” he motioned to his bulge.

You simply nodded, quickly scrambling to get on your knees. There were many ways to have sex than the good ol' penis in vagina--even if that was your personal favorite. You could just blow him for the next couple of days and ride his face.

It was honestly ridiculous how you literally couldn’t go just two days without his dick.

You were using your hands to pump his throbbing shaft, giving light kitten licks to his tip to rile him up and to maybe get a taste of your favorite creamy goodies.

“No hands,” he commanded.

And you almost whined. He always does this! Ruins your fun by taking away control from you.

“Not fair!” you mumbled, putting your hands behind your back as he held onto your face to properly use it.

“I decide what’s fair and what’s not, princess,” he stated, pushing your head down on him.

Lifting his hips up, cooing when you choked on him, tears streaming down your face and ruining your sweet makeup.

He tutted, brushing them away with his thumb, “Look at me, doll,” he told you and like the subservient secretary that you were, you immediately looked up. “What the fuck do you spend thousands of dollars on Sephora for if you can’t even get waterproof makeup?”

You frowned in confusion because you didn’t he if he was seriously asking or not. Did he expect you to answer? With your mouth full of dick?”

It wasn’t surprising that he knew what you spent money on, he let you spend as much money as you wanted on anything you liked, but he insisted on having a joint account so you both could be transparent with each other.

He shushed you when you tried to speak--to explain that you’ll try a better mascara next time.

“You look so pretty with your face stuffed,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied his load in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, knowing well and good by now that sir didn’tlike it when you let anything go to waste, “Thank you, sir,” you smiled up at him as you popped his dick out of your mouth. “I’ll go clean up.”

“You go do that. And remember to be at my place at seven sharp for dinner.”

“Yes sir,” you answered as you tried to stand on wobbly legs.

💍💍💍

He looked at the ring in the turquoise blue box, so bright and shiny and beautiful, so much like you. A big diamond with smaller ones on the band. He was sure you’ll love it. With the fortune that he had spent on it--you have to.

He just wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.

Or how he should go about asking you.

He couldn’t do it at a public restaurant. Even after all this time your relationship was still very much a secret. If people found out you’d have to stop being his secretary. And he wasn’t sure he could bear going so many hours everyday without you. YOU were his life now. How did he ever even live without you?

“Guess who,” he smiled when he heard your sweet voice, and felt your soft hands over his eyes, closing the box in his hand on instinct.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, removing your hands and jumping up and down in mirth, “Is that Tiffany’s?! Is it for me!”

All the screeching and the screaming made him flinch, he got up from his chair, turning around to see you, “Who else would it be for, doll?”

You squealed again, clapping your hands, you tried to snatch it away from him but he held it away, making you frown. You whined like a petulant child when he held it above his head, too tall for you to get your hands on.

“Sir!” you stomped your foot.“Please give it to me! What is it?” you jumped, hoping to snatch but with Steve being over a foot taller than you, it proved to be difficult.

“Uh... honey, you’ll have to wait a bit...” he had planned on cooking a five course meal for you and asking over candle lights, but you decided to show up over an hour early.

You stopped your ministrations, your lip wobbling, “Why...”

He sighed, his heart breaking at the mere thought of upsetting you, “You just have to, princess. Do you trust me?”

You nodded without a second thought. You most definitely did.

“Then you’ll just have to wait.”

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“Oo sir...,” you moaned, pushing on his wide shoulders when you felt his tip brushing against your pussy lips, “Not on birth control. Remember? Just... um.. just.”

He released your nipple from his mouth with a loud, obscene pop, his elbows on either side of your face as he looked down at you, “Just what, princess?”

“Just... um... well could you just eat my pussy tonight? I was so good in the morning to you!” And you missed having his talented tongue on you. Even though you were pretty sure he made you pass out by eating you out just two days ago.

“Of course I can, princess, you know I love the way your cunt tastes.”

Your cheeks heated up as he moved you onto your stomach, propping your hops up with a pillow.

Shivers running down your spine as he pressed kisses to it with his soft lips, over your butt before biting it and making you gasp.

“Love how I can pull all those sounds out of you,” Steve mused. There was no way in hell he could ever be with anyone who wasn’t you. He looked up at your empty hands, how he should have out a ring on it ages ago. He can’t let you go.

He wanted to do this forever. To be with you forever. What was he even waiting for?

“I want to give you my name,” he blurted.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, meeting your lust blown dark eyes, “Huh?” you asked, not sure that you heard him right.

“Mrs Rogers. It has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“Um, yes, maybe,” you immediately pushed your head into your pillow, too shy to even look at his beautiful face.

You had thought about being Mrs Steve Rogers the moment you met him. You loved the idea of being his wife and bride. You liked practicing your signature with his name, write your name along with his whenever you wanted to doodle or pass time. He had caught you more than once but never mentioned it.

Since he didn’t even want to tell others about your relationship, you doubted he’d want that kind of life long commitment.

Which was okay. For now.

It sucked but you were never going to beg him or even ask him to marry you.

“Are you just teasing me? If so... then that’s very cruel.”

You knew he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that but then why would he bring that up out of nowhere?

“You know I never lie, sweetheart,” he said, spreading your cheeks to reveal your glistening cunt and your small hole to him. “In fact I think I should prove it to you. Pump you full of my come tonight and knock you up.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked back at him, stuttering over your words and gaping at him like a goldfish.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Hopefully I can we can conceive tonight itself.”

“I – uh – I don’t wanna be pregnant on my wedding day, I don’t want anyone thinking that it’s a shotgun wedding or that I’m trapping you,” you stammered.

“Then we can get married in a month, or even a week. I can’t wait anymore. I want a family with you, I want the whole world to know that you’re mine.” What better way to do that then to literally make you round with his child?

Before you he hadn’t really given having kids any thought. But now he knew he wanted to have a little you. He imagined having just one kid with you. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you so maybe one would be more than enough.

But he hadn’t thought about this aspect of it. The trying phase. How he'd get to keep you full of his cum till you got pregnant.

And how much more beautiful you’d look when you were round with his child, carrying his seed.

“Uh, okay,” you whispered you couldn’t really think straight, it was all happening so fast, but there was one thing you knew for sure--this was all that you ever wanted. To be married to the love of your life and to have his kids.

“What? You’ll have to speak up, doll.”

“Yes, sir, I want to have a baby with you. I want us to be married. Please make me yours,” your eyes watery as you bore yourself to him.

He smiled, moving up to press a kiss to your temple, “That’s all I needed to hear,” he promised.

Turning you to your back, “Wanna see your face when I come in your pussy, doll.” He told you.

Your face was heating up, with the way he was looking at you--as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, you couldn’t bear to keep facing him but decided to look into his eyes, dig your nails into his biceps as he entered your channel.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, doll, will make me come, ugh,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours once he was completely sheathed in you. He wrapped you up in his strong arms, slowly rocking into you.

“Steve,” you whimpered, “wanna come...”

“I got you, baby,” he hushed you, pecking your lips before being his hand down between your bodies to roll your bud, which had you squeezing him even tighter.

Your entire body quivered as you clenched around his length, gushing all over him. Laying limp in his arms as he started fucking into you.

“You’ll make such an amazing mother... your titts,” he looked down at them, bouncing due to the force of his hips driving into yours. He latched his lips onto a hardened nipple, imagining them fuller and heavier.

“They’ll be even bigger, your hips too...” he whispered against your skin, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave scars.

“Oh... you’d... you’d...” Make good dad too. He had all the qualities it took to be a good father. And where he lacked you flourished.

You sighed, feeling his warm cum fill you up, he stayed inside you, a leg between and under yours as he laid on his side.

Wiggling his hips to make sure his softening cock was as deep as it could be, so his spend would stay inside you. He collected some that leaked out of your joined sexes with his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth, “Don’t let it go to waste, sweetheart.” As you eagerly sucked his fingers clean.

“Hopefully it takes,” he said, drawing random patterns on your stomach.

“Mhm, guess I can cancel my appointment...” you murmured before drifting off to sleep.

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You yawned widely, sitting up and stretching out all your limbs, aching so painfully since Steve was hell bent on keeping you full of his seed, you could still feel it seeping out of you, he made love to you three more times before he finally let you get some shut eye.

Something sparkly caught your eye, you looked in at your hand and the diamond on it. Smiling in awe at just how lucky you were.

“Wonder if it worked,” you said to yourself, rubbing hand over your tummy.

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yeehaw unova

Fun summary train bandit ancestors, via server brainstorming power with jokes I couldn't have thought off on my own. A lot of fun buildup so im putting this under the cut!

Player has a quest that leads them to Nimbasa City Town, either one in the town itself or you've been told the train can get them to their destination sooner

On your way through town, some chatty passerby mention that the train they'll be taking has a fun theme! Can you guess what it is?

- [Fighting?] - [Fashion?] - [Food?]

No matter the answer, you only get a giggle and 'You'll see!' in response. One might assume the first one, because of the battle subway, buuuuut...

Now on the train, it's surprisingly quiet. Not entirely, mind you, because people are talking in excited stage whispers as they hurry to stash their bags aside and get into their seats. You can make out them talking about wanting to see "the masks" and being ready for "the show". A little odd, but you hurry to your seat as well to see what's going on

A bell rings, and enter a small, orange... rat? The entire car goes silent, aside from excited shushing, and the dedenne lights up the car with a Flash, poses with a Charm, and steals the hearts of everyone in the car with a Nuzzle.

In enter a person in a large coat and hat. They strike a pose with Dedenne, and a Dazzling Gleam blinds the audience.

Revealed is someone in uuuuh nice fashion clothes for wild west times, and the owner of the train station. (Their name's "Tessie, derivative of Tesla and is also Elesas ancestor" thanks junie)

So basically the Pokemon Amie system in on the go! Very epic, very cool, and probably very fun...

Until the train passes under a tunnel.

Darkness! Windows break! People scream! What on earth is going on? You grip one of your pokeballs protectively when the train exits the tunnel.

Standing there are two NEW people: Both wear bandanas and theatre styled masks (yknow, the smile and frown one? yeah i'm funny) and a funny hats; classic bandit look. They pose with their old unovan variant Arbok and Fearow (or somethin') and announce that-

"Howdy!" says the frowny one. "We'll be taking this 'ere train." says the smiley one. "Yup! Buh-bye!"

Arbok uses Smog. The two vanish from sight, and while some passengers seem panicked, most are... cheering?

You don't get time to think about this before Tessie reappears, frazzled, and asks if anyone could please help stop The Masks from taking over the train!

There's some chatter and, again, while some seem genuinely worried, others are talking like this isn't a big deal ("Yeah, they were strong last time. I think I'll pass, but maybe if I train some more I could try!" like what dude your shit's probably gonna get stolen). But congrats on being the main character cuz ofc the person to help is gonna be you.

So you head up the train cars and encounter other trainers (heh, train-) who want to run up ahead and fight the bandits. But they insist that they wanna go first, or that they're gonna be the one to beat em, or you're too young, etc reasons for them to challenge you to a fight first.

Now this functions somewhat like the Battle Subway, as your main items are stashed away, but you're healed after every encounter ("Aw, well, good luck up ahead!") until you finally reach the front car.

Th conductor is tied up in the car before, who you released, and now you're faced with.. something you weren't expecting

Both of the bandits are fawning over the train controls, the view, the speed, and practically speaking in tongue in train lingo. What the hell, you probably think before one of them notices you

"Howdy again, ma'am/sir!" "Lil' lambs shouldn't get to close to wolves." "Which means we have to fight!" "Mhm, and a fight we'll have." "Exciting! Now, hit stand back!" "Smile!" "AND LET THE SHOW BEGIN!"

Cool ok now uh it's late so I'ma end this with fun notes.

- Their names (thanks to junie again) are Indigo and Emile! Their hilarious cover names (thank to pixal) are Yee and Haw... or is it Haw and Yee? No clue, but very funny

- After you win, you'll get a request to further investigate bandits by some sheriff. The Masks, as they've also been called, don't SEEM to be actually taking anything or obstructing travel, but it's still hitching a free ride and causing a disturbance

- They always leave a calling card of sorts of which train they'll hijack next. This is because they're actually working with Tessie! It's a fun show and Tessie admires their train enthusiasm.

- By day, they work at the Nimbasa Town Saloon, owned by a big dude with rainbow hair who has three darling girls... who's monkeys keep ruining his curtains. He also has a husband who works out in Striaton Town cuz he has gay hair (the chat had fun with that idea)

- The player probably figures them out quickly upon meeting them in the Saloon (again, if you've been there before) but they're not upset! They just ask if you'd keep their little secret. If you agree, someone said they give you an honorary bandit outfit ("If you'd like to join us, sometime.") and you kinda get to do the reverse of being on the subway (instead, think champion seat defending from sun/moon. Challenger waves)

- If you disagree, that's mean so Indigo just goes "please." and if you disagree AGAIN, Emile also repeats "please". Disagree? Indigo asks now. Disagree? Emile asks again. Disagree-? You're stuck in an eternal loop. They know they'll wear you down.

- You can choose to report them, but Tessie will cut you off before you do. Rip, you're stuck

- I feel the twins' personalities would be roughly the same, mostly. Maybe more thoughts when it's not nearly midnight

uuuh thanks for reading this far, bYE

*uses smog and vanishes*

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Warning: 18+ content. Sexual intercourse, masturbation, sex toy(s), cursing, yandere tendencies, abuse, noncon, dubcon, degrading, punishment, overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much. I love this idea. Yandere is one of my favorite things to write along with bdsm. I’ve actually been thinking of doing a personal one shot like this so I’m happy you requested it. Hopefully it meets what you’re looking for.

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You thought you were so slick, masturbating while the pro-hero was at work. You thought you were so clever buying that vibrator online. It was hidden inside a stuffed animal so when Katsuki glanced over your purchase before hitting submit, he never noticed. He thought it was just another stupid stuffed animal you wanted for your collection.

You kept the toy hidden inside the bear, but once Katsuki left, you unzipped the back to pull out the pleasure device. The amount of orgasms and cum you produced was more than you have in months. This was going to be your little secret and Katsuki will never even think to look. Except, you seem to not have noticed Katsuki had cameras. They are hidden, of course, but they are there.

They saw everything and so did Katsuki.

You’re used to Katsuki coming home in a mood when he had a long day at work and honestly, Katsuki could expect the same out of you. So, when Katsuki arrived home with his usual attitude, you didn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he called as he closed the front door behind him. His work boots were already off and resting by the couch along with his gauntlets, mask, gloves, and any other armor. You jogged over to him, a smile on your face as you approached the man.

“Welcome home, Katsuki!” You greet with enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on the cheek. This was no different than your normal act you put on. Katsuki trained you to act this way, after all.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your plump ass, his red eyes clearly not showing the same amount of enthusiasm you held. When your irises met his, your smile dropped into a concern frown.

“Been good while I was away?” He asked as usual.

You nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Is that a lie?” Katsuki interrogated, raising an eyebrow. You started to sweat and tremble within his hold. Sadly, he noticed.

“No, not at all.” You managed to utter out. A little too quick for your own good.

Katsuki chuckled scornfully. “Really? Because,” his fingers reached into the front of your pants to swipe your delicate pussy. You started to become flustered as he pulled out his slick covered fingers, clicking his tongue at his confirmed suspicion. “You’re one wet little girl.”

“I-I,” you stammered, tears welling in your scared eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not keeping track of the time. You were enjoying time with your new toy when you heard the door unlock and Katsuki call your name. Your whole core is a slick covered mess and Katsuki knows about it.

“Bedroom,” he delivers a hard slap to your ass with one hand while pointing towards the hall with the other, “Now.”

Not pushing your luck, you did as your told. Katsuki was closely behind you, his dark crimson eyes glaring at the back of your skull. You should have known better than to think you were going to get away with this. Now, you have to suffer through whatever punishment Katsuki feelings like handing out tonight.

Walking inside the bedroom, Katsuki examined the room. The only thing out of place was the soaked gray towel laying on the wooden bed frame. You did not have time to hide it. You could lie about the towel, the vibrator? Not so much.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki.” You whined as he grabbed the towel. He shook his head.

“I’m sure you are. Strip.” He ordered. You did exactly that.

You stood still, the air hitting your soaked cunt. Goosebumps arises on your arms and you shiver slightly. Katsuki eyes your slick covered pussy and thighs.

“Bend over the bed, slut.” Katsuki demands, pointing towards the bed. Tears are streaming down your face as you do as your told. He spreads your legs apart more so your cunt can weep some more. Using the soaked towel, he cleans you up. You let out pathetic apologies and whimpers, but this did not make Katsuki any less angry.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You repeat with a sniffle, hoping he will show you some mercy when he punishes you. You both know he is a merciless man, though. Your apologies are useless.

Giving your ass another hard slap like earlier, you let out a yelp. “Stand up.” Katsuki orders. As expected, you listen. Katsuki retrieves a dry towel from the bathroom and lay it down on the bed. Your heart is racing and you are clearly nervous.

“Lay down on your back.”

You lay down on your back. Katsuki grabbed your wrist and tied rope around it then proceed to attach it to the bedpost. He did the same action with each limb so you are spread eagle on the bed. So many questions raced through your mind. You didn’t dare ask what his cruel mind wanted to do to your exposed body, but his devious smirk and invading gaze did not help you draw good conclusions.

You were too busy in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Katsuki retrieving your teal vibrator. Your eyes grew wide as he shake it in front of your face. All the dots are connecting and now you understand why he is so mad.

“Look familiar?” He chuckled. “Thought you would really get away with it, didn’t you? I’ve done told you I see everything.”

“Katsuki—“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses and pathetic apologies for the rest of the night. You’ve done lied to me more than once. I need to teach your lying ass a lesson.” Katsuki scolds.

Turning the sex toy on the highest setting possible, he lays the vibrator on your sensitive clit. You automatically moan and sob. Katsuki snickers.

“Such a selfish whore. Always want your pussy pleased, but never want to pleasure me in return.” He growls them walks closer to you and grabs your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “That changes today. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t cum within,” he gazed at his Rolex then back at you,” ten minutes, I’ll let your ass go. If you cum, though, you are stuck with me for good and I’m going to stuff every hole you got. Deal?”

Not giving you much of an option, you nod. You so desperately want to escape Katsuki. You miss normalcy. You miss your friends and family. You miss the freedoms of being a normal human being. This is your ticket out, you better take it.

Gently slapping your cheek, he smirks. “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit. Have fun, cum loving slut. I’ll have fun stuffing you later.”

You watched as Katsuki left the room. Your moans filled the empty space and your pulsating cunt is already begging for dear release. You struggle against the restraints, panting and whining. You wanted out. Katsuki did not tie the rope gently at all. Even if you were strong, these restraints would be hard to escape from.

What was once enjoyable is now being used as punishment. Regrets seep in. You have already overstimulated your poor pussy today. You are exhausted and all you wanted to do is rest, but the loud vibrations are preventing you from doing so. You attempted to withhold your cum. You wanted to so badly. Not only for a chance of freedom, but you will be dammed if Katsuki fills your holes. You did not want that man’s filthy hands anywhere near you let alone his erected cock.

You did your best to wiggle the device off of your clit, but it was no use as an orgasm arise. Gasp escaped your lips as your pussy cried. Your cum covered your cunt, vibratory, and even squirted onto the bed. You began to feel flustered, but your punishment was not over with. You have several more minutes left and Katsuki does not plan on coming in a minute too early. You will be covered in your own arousal by the time he arrives.

Just like he wanted.

You reached your climax again and again, leaving the towel, sex toy, cunt, and thighs soaked. You’re sweating, panting, and out of moans to release. Another orgasm overcame you when Katsuki walked in. A smug grin was plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you meet your next high. This made it even worse.

“I came just in time. I get to see you be a filthy slut in person.” Katsuki teased. You wanted to glare at him, but your eyes are rolling back and any insult came out as incoherent babbles. Your pussy released more cum much to your dismay and Katsuki’s enjoyment. Embarrassment washed over you as Katsuki came over to pick on you some more.

“You done squirtin’ yet?” He snickered. “You soaked the whole damn bed.”

“Katsuki, please,” you whine and struggle against the restraints, “make it stop.”

“Aw, is someone going to cum again, isn’t she?” Katsuki coo’s, faux sympathy clear in his tone. You shake your head no, but by your lewd faces, he can tell your close again. He glances at your whimpering pussy then back at you. “Yeah, you are. Go ‘head and cum for me. I know you got plenty in there.”

You don’t even have the energy to protest anymore. Any fight you have left has vanished as you release, closing your eyes in the process. Katsuki was sure to watch every moment of it, too.

Katsuki removed the vibrator, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief is short lived once you remember the deal. Katsuki is not going to wait until you are ready to be quote-on-quote ‘stuffed.’ No, he is a man with needs that you agreed to meet if you failed your part. You were doomed from the start, in all honesty. There was no way you were going to succeed and you both knew that.

You were untied, sitting up on the towel. You did not enjoy sitting in your pool of cum, but as usual, you have no say in the matter. Your eyes never left Katsuki as he put back the items. Before putting the sex toy away, he looked at you with the slick covered device in his hand.

“We’re keeping this for future use.” Katsuki smirked. You sigh, regretting even buying the damn thing to begin with. It was only a matter of time until Katsuki got his greedy calloused fingers onto it.

Katsuki returned over to you, looking down at you with disgust. That almost felt worse than the punishment itself. Yes, you hated Katsuki, but somehow, you still craved his approval. You did not like making him unhappy. Your body and bones depended on you making him happy.

“Like sitting in your own filth?” He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“No.” You answer, bowing your head down in shame.

“Why? Don’t like being reminded how much of a disgusting whore you are?” Katsuki tsk. He has always been the degrading type, but when he is angry and trying to prove a point, he is much worse.

“No.” You replied, whimpering slightly. You refused to look at him, but you know he is enjoying this. He enjoys putting you in your place. He enjoys winning.

Katsuki began taking off the rest of his work clothes. His erected cock is already throbbing from watching you bust everywhere. He may not have been in the room physically, but he sure did enjoy watching you downstairs on the flat screen. He didn’t even need to turn on the sound because your moans traveled down to the living room.

“Get in the position I like you in.” Katsuki instructed. Tears stream down your face. You didn’t want to do it. You’re tired and just the thought of Katsuki putting his length deep within you disturbed you emotionally.

“You deaf or somethin’?” Katsuki growls as he grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. “I said get in the fuckin’ position.”

You scurry to do as your told, Katsuki letting go of your hair so you can do so. Face down, ass up is Katsuki’s favorite position to fuck you in. He loves seeing all of your exposed holes to please and toy with. Call him greedy, but he knows you secretly enjoy it too. At least, that is what he tells himself as he makes you moan out his name.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Katsuki praises as you get into position. He spreads you open more so he can get a nice view of all of you. Your cunt is damp and ready for Katsuki’s length, but he is deciding to be nice. “Which hole you want me to fuck first?”

Neither, you thought.

“Any.” You huffed out, wanting this over with already. Your annoyed tone bought you a hard slap to your ass. You wince in pain.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You cry, instinctively. “My pussy, please.”

Katsuki rubs your ass cheek in approval. His hands hold onto your hips, positioning you the perfect angle to take all of his dick. The tip rest at your weeping entrance then proceeds to slide inside. You cry out in pleasure and pain. No matter how wet you are, no matter how many times Katsuki has sex with you, your cunt will never be able to handle all of his girth. Your tight walls will always hug his length to his enjoyment. Katsuki just can’t get enough.

Katsuki continued his constant rough rhythm, delivering a few slaps to your ass and thighs in the process. He loves seeing your ass bounce as he thrust deep into you. The way you sing him beautiful melodies of moans, groans, and whines just encourages his behavior.

“Katsuki—“ You cry, incoherently, as he hits your ass again.

“What’s the matter? Too much dick for ya?” Katsuki mocks. “Bet that stupid little toy of yours can’t make you feel this good. Look at you, can’t even make coherent sentences. Such a,” he grunts as his dick twitches deep inside you, “dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You grip the bedsheets as Katsuki pushes down on your tailbone to move a slightly different angle. Your breast still bounced though they were pressed against the soaked cotton beneath you. You tried to muffle your moans, but Katsuki will not allow that to happen. He wants to hear you stroke his ego. He wants to be reassured he is making you feel this amazing.

Katsuki continued pumping into your sore cunt until he met his goal. You have no choice but to milk every single drop he has to offer. Once you are nice and full of his cum, he taps your putter thigh.

“Sit up.”

As commanded, you sit up. Your back is pressed against Katsuki’s chest. His hand hugs your neck, squeezing it nicely. You cough slightly, looking up at him.

“Think I better take care of this mouth of yours next. Seems to get you in the most trouble.”

“Please no.” You whisper, more tears falling. Katsuki releases your throat, now holding your chin, and brushes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t want me to stuff your dirty little mouth, hm?”

“I’ll be good, Katsuki.” You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, doing your best to sound small. He liked when you sound weak. “I promise.”

“Y’know better than to make promises you can’t keep. You’ve broken several of them already. Be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Katsuki.”

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Welcome, Father...

"Tell us, demon scum." The male agent grabbed the light from the female agent, shoving it in his face, "Who do you work for? Satan?"

"How did you get to our world from the afterlife?"

"Why are youse killing humans?"

"When did you show up here?"

The damned agents finally stoped passing the lights about, giving him a moment to adjust to the situation.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch." He snapped at the humans, "First of all, we just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling fuckin' woozy, so I'm gonna request you fetch us some coffee before we get into this. I mean, everyone gets coffees in shitty movies with scenes like this, am I right? I want something iced, bitch." Looking over his shoulder, he asked his employee, "Mox?"

Raising his nose, Moxxie began, "I'll have a Neopolitan cappuccino, more cappu than cino, make sure it's got no more than four ounces of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise, and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup they always put "Foxy" or "Roxy", I hate that."

"If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto. Please use soy milk with two blond shots Affogato and Ristretto. I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom. Then, add the coffee after, then-"

"Enough!" The male agent snapped, "We aren't getting youse coffee!"

"Wow, I was getting massive douche chills just there, Mox." He told him proudly, "Congrats!"

"If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!" The female agent failed to sound threatening.

"When you say "tortured", do you mean physical or psychological?" Moxxie asked in his typical know-it-all tone, "Physical seems counterproductive; we would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you have no way of knowing what was true." He spouted at the humans.

"Or we might like it too much." He but in, "And then you got a whole new thing to deal with."

The male agent leaned down, raising a bore "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you're stupid, huh? I can work with stupid. Daddy Likey Dummy!" Blitzø taunted the agent.

"Good one sir, Daddy likey-" Moxxie sputtered, squirming in his chair.

"You better stop laughin' at us." The female agent threatened.

"Yeah! You're the ones at our mercy!" The male agent yelled at him, grabbing his collar

"It's hard to resist, I'm really sorry. I mean, considering your approach thus far, you've had us tied up here for what, hours?" Mox cut in, "And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are!" Moxxie mocked the agents like the nerd he was.

"What are you?" The female agent asked, a curious tone coming to the females voice.

"I'm a Virgo." Moxxie told her, smugness dripping from his voice.

Both Imps burst into laughter, the agents only getting more frustrated.

Just as the male agent was gonna snap at them, the door to the room suddenly swung open.

An unnatural amount 9f light poured into the room, blinding them all for a brief moment. Once there eyes adjust, they found a silhouette standing in the doorway.

They were dressed in black, looking up a distinct shine came from his eyes, the figure wearing glasses.

Walking into the room, the figure spoke, "The question isn't what they are? The question is why there here?" He spoke cryptically.

Stepping closer the male agent came to meet the stranger halfway, "Who da Hell ah' you and how'd you get in here?" The male agent demanded.

Raising his gaze the stranger wore a smile.

The agent noticeably reacted. Stumbling back "F-f-f-father Cain... W-what are you's doin here?" He sputtered.

This 'father' just smile at him, "My associates informed me you acquired two new specimens." He looked at him, "I've come to process them." He spoke menacingly.

Father cain looked over the agents shoulder, gazing at him and Moxxie. "Excellent job My child. I always knew my faith was well placed." The father told the agent, patting his shoulder.

The agent seemed taken aback, "Th-thank you Sir." He spoke, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

"Father Cain?" The female agent asked, walking up to 'father' Cain. "Last I heard you were down at some beach on Spring break."

Smiling at the pair, father cain raised a finger, "Ive no time for such hedonistic pleasures. Not while the Lords work is to be done" He said happily.

"Now" He began cheerfully "I need a table if I am to do my work." He spoke firmly, raising a medium sized doctors bag, that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The male agent snapped to attention, quickly running about before rushing into the back room.

Walking forwards, Father Cain removed his glasses, staring down at him. "My, my, my, they certainly did a good job. Quite a pair of specimens you have here." He spoke to himself.

Raising a brow, Blitzø wore a little grin. "Oh yeah? You should see my junk, now thats a specimen." He spoke in his usual cocky tone.

'Father' Cain just smiled, slowly walking around to Moxxie inspecting him as well. "And unharmed, very impressive." The 'Father' told the female agent.

A moment later, the male agent returned, awkwardly dragging in a large wooden table. Dropping it down, he gave a few deep puffs, "There ya go 'Fatha', will this do?"

'Father' Cain smiled told him, gratefully telling him "That will do perfectly, thank you my child."

Walking over, the 'Father' placed his bag down before opening it and pulling out a myriad of odd and strange objects.

There was a series of shiny items and tools. Although a small wooden case caught his attention, the Imp couldn't help but think it didn't belong.

"Hey, uh, you guys seem pretty chummy and we'd hate to be a third wheel, so we'd be happy to leave you to it." He cut in smugly, hoping to get a rise from one of them.

And that he did, the male agent trying to snap at him, only to be tempered by this 'Father' Cain

Calming down, the male agent asked, "What did you mean, when you came in Sit. That it's not "What they are, it's why there here?'"

Smiling, Father Cain patted his shoulder, "I'm glad you caught that, I always knew you were sharp."

He smoke warmly, "I said that because, simply put. I know what they are. They are Imps." He said it simply.

That actually surprised him, even Moxxie reacted, releasing the slightest gasp.

Looking over the father just had a eerie smile, clearly happy with there reaction.

Both agents looked confused, "Imps?" They asked each other.

The father released a deep sigh, "Yes, Imps. Imps are the very lowest of the low in hell, as well as the lowest of the Hellbornes, or Hellspawn, I can never seem to remember which is the proper term."

Walking over, Father Cain placed a finger under his chin, raising his head to meet his gaze. "Your responsible for the death of a two hundred and sixty three humans." He told him coldly.

"Yeah, but I wanna know is why?" The female agent asked, "If they were just killing humans for shits and giggles, why not just kill wherever and whenever?" She asked.

Nodding his head, "Because..." Father Cain stood up, "They do serve a higher demon, but not Satan."

Standing up, the 'Father' walked to his bag, pulling a yellow folder out. "They've killed hundreds, and the only thing that connects them...? Death."

There was another pause, before he spoke again, "But not there deaths. Each person they've killed has had someone directly related to there lives die in the past decade."

Walking over to the Imps, the 'Father' showed them a series of pictures. Blitzø recognised them... they were targets they'd killed.

"There not killing them for a demon lord, there killing them for other human souls. I imagine with a the ability to travel to the human world, you've turned revenge into a buisness." He said simply, tossing the pictures to the side.

Crouching down, the 'Father' stared at him coldly before asking "Who's book did you use to get here, Demon?"

Blitzø stared back at him, the Imp doing his best to keep calm. But he could tell this human was clearly more dangerous than the other two idiot 'demon hunters'.

Standing up, 'Father' Cain told the other agents coldly, "Leave us. Remove any cameras. I dont want any sort of witness."

"What?" The female agent asked aghast, "We caught these 'Imps' there our score and we'll be interrogating them." She snapped at the 'Father', only for the the father to calmly stare at her.

Before he could speak, the male agent grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of the room he spoke hastily "P-please forgive her, Sir. She doesn't fully understand the importance of your work."

The female agent put a fight, but was quickly pulled out of the room, slamming it behind him.

Now with just the three of them, 'Father' Cain removed his glasses before placing them on the table.

Stretching his neck, he removed the white collar piece at the front of his shirt, placing it in his coat pocket.

"Now" he began coldly "shall we begin the fun?"

Turning around, Blitzø decided now was a good time to speak up. "Fun, aye? What kinda fun we talkin. Shots, blow, maybe a good old fashioned threesome?" He asked, hoping to get under this 'Father' Cain's skin.

He was surprised, however, when the 'Father' just laughed, glancing over his shoulder at him.

"Your tricks won't work on me demon. I'm used to your tricks by now." He spoke happily, grabbing a small gun like object. Placing that down, he inspected a series of bottles.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Blitzø spoke up. "You clearly know more us then those dumbass agent dickwads did, so... what's your game?" He asked, trying to be serious.

The human stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, he spoke up, "I know much about you. For instance, your the other Imps boss, hence he calls you Sir." He spoke coyly, still inspecting the myriad of items he'd brought.

"I also know you've killed people on three different continants, although I wonder how many you came up to kill specifically and how many were collateral." He spoke again.

Turning around he held a small bottle, walking forwards he leaned over Blitzø "I also know you can only get to the living world if your a succubus, a demon lord, or... you have a Grimoire."

Blitzø chuckled, "What is that some kinda fish?" He asked, trying to play dumb.

The 'Father' chuckled, shaking his head, "Besides how do you know I'm not a succubus, I can hold my own in the sack." He spoke smugly.

The 'Father' stared at him, an eerie smile crossing his lips.

"You want to know how i know what you are?" He asked coldly, cold eyes sending a shiver down his spine and not in the good way.

Before he could ask what I was, the father reach forwards, ripping a hole in his pants leg. "What the fuck?!" He yelled at him, "These are my good pants!"

Not minding him, the 'Father' removed a second bottle. "This" He showed him a small blue bottle, "Is poisen to Succubus." He said simply, opening the bottle and revealing an eye dropper, dropping two little droplets on his leg.

Nothing happened, the cool liquid sliding down and observing into his pant leg. Putting the bottle away He showed the original brown bottle, "This... is for Imps." He said simply.

Opening the bottle, it revealed another eye drop, holding it over his thigh, he dropped a single drop on his leg.

This time his whole body reacted, he pulled against his bindings as he released a blood curdling screech.

It felt like someone was jamming a molten hot poker into his thigh. It went on for minutes, the Imp whining in pain. "What the fuck do you want you sick fuck?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

A small smile crossed the 'Father's' lips before he stood up and told him "I want to show you something."

Walking over to the table, he grabbed that wooden case before bringing it over to the Imps.

Crouching down besides the both of them, he told the both of them "These are my most prized possessions." He spoke warmly, running his hand across the wooden case.

"What'cha got there? Ya dildo collection?" He tried to sound smug, though the Imp was still writhing in pain.

He heard moxxie tried to laugh, but it died in his throat, the smaller Imp still terrified by his boss's earlier reaction.

Opening the case, he revealed several colourful arrow heads, each one varying in size, shape and colour.

It took a long time, the imp looking over the arrow heads before he realised, 'Those aren't arrow heads... there demon tails.'

"Fuck..." Blitzø gasped, he heard Moxxie sputter out a similar cuss, just as scared behind him.

The 'Father' on the other hand, seemed quite proud, gently trailing his fingers across the tail heads.

"These are my life's work" He spoke calmly, "I've dedicated my life to hunting demons like you." He trailed his fingers across the tails, "Most of these are from Succubus. They can come and go from my world to yours the easiest, so most of the demons we find are Succubus."

He pointed to two crimson tail tips, "But these two... these two are special."

Leaning in, he spoke gently "These two... are from Imps." The revelation seemed to bring bile into the back of Blitzøs throat.

"Jesus..." moxxie said shakily, turning his head and throwing up.

Blitzø took a deep breath, doing his best not to throw up. Looking back at the human he found him holding up a tail head.

"This one" he told him, twirling it between his fingers, "I got at a little beach city. The city getting my attention after a giant demonic fish had popped up. Sound familiar." He asked with a smirk.

"Unfortunately most of them had used there demonic charm to escaped the police before I arrived... key word being, 'most'." He told him, turning his attention back on the tail head.

"I got this one from a succubus. She hid herself as a chubby little black woman. She played dumb, just like you, and much like you she was cocky and ignorant." Placing the tail tip into the container, he said coldly, "But now..."

He left the question open, clearly trying get in there heads. The problem being... it was working.

Standing up the human didn't speak for several long moments, before he placed the case on Blitzøs lap, gently telling him "Hold this"

Blitzø's whole body froze up, a deep sickness growing in his stomach as he felt the cool wooden case on his lap.

The human walked over to the mirror Blitzø only just noticed. The human stared at it for a long moment, the silence in the room becoming palpable.

Until the silence was dashed when the 'Father' smashed his arm through the mirror, before throwing his body back smashing the male agent through the mirror and slamming him into the wall.

Looking at his slumped form, 'Father Cain turned back to the now broken mirror, finding the terrified female agent standing there.

Releasing a deep sigh, the 'father' began climbing in through the now broken double sided mirror.

"It was your doing, wasn't it?" He asked, "I said I needed no witnesses, but you always did hold him back. What a waste of potential." The 'Father' told her, before grabbing her and dragging her through the window.

Bringing her to her knees, he grasped the sides of her head.

The woman desperately clawing at his arms. The female agent releasing a desperate cry for mercy as he began crushing her head.

Blood began trailing from her eyes and nose, crying out until her head splattered between his hands, sending a splatter of bone and brain matter across his face.

Dropping her now destroyed head, he realised it, the now sludge like head hit the ground with a wet splat.

Before the 'Father' flicked his hands, looked back at the Imps, "What the fuck are you?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

The human only smiled, walking over, he gently grabbed the wooden case before walking back over and placing it on the table.

Walking over to the now collapsed male agent, he placed his foot on the side of his head. "I... am alpha and Omega." He said coldly, staring him right in the eyes before crushing the other agents head beneath his foot.

Walking back to the table, he grabbed a red cloth, wiping his face before placing on his glasses he turned to the two Imps.

"Oh Satan... Oh, Satan please, please help me" Moxxie begged, clearly losing his shit. "Please just let me see Millie one last time, I don't want to die."

Before Blitzø could snap at his limp dick employee for showing weakness, the roof began to rumble, bit suddenly gave way, Millie falling through carrying a battle axe.

"MILLIE!!!" Moxxie practically cried, tears of joy beading in his eyes.

"MOX!" Millie cried back, rushing over and getting them out of ther bindings.

Just after that Loona broke through the door, Blitzø taking a moment to tell her how proud he was to see her in the field.

Now all free and together they turned to the 'Father', finding him still very much cool and collected, the sight sending a bone chilling shiver down his spine.

"Just in time" The human spoke, seemingly happy at the outcome "Its so good to see a family reunited."

"Now I imagine one of you have my Grimoire?" He asked inspecting his fingers. "Give it to me and I'll let you leave."

Now it was Blitzøs turn to chuckle, "Nah, I don't think so." He spoke cockily, reaching into his emergency pack for a gun.

The 'Father' just chuckled again, standing up straight he snapped his finger. And like it were choreographed, dozens of suit wearing humans burst into the room.

"Gentlemen!" He addressed them "These demonic scum have killed your commanders. And they shall do it again and again and again, until you send them back to hell." He told them, stepping into the back room.

The fight after that was one of the best Blitzø had ever had, although it would have been even better if he didn't have this injured leg.

Regardless, the whole thing was so bad ass and everyone was working together so well. He even got to see his Loony kick some ass.

Firing a missle, from his over sized launcher, he cleared what was left of the agents.

He'd though that was it, there weren't anybody left to stop them.

He was wrong.

The lights to switch to red, an alarm start blaring through the facility.

They all made for the door, only for a series of doors to slam in there face, locking them in the room.

His Loony tried desperately to read the book, but couldn't see anything in the crimson light that filled the room

It was then he heard a slow clapping, all of them turning to find the 'Father' giving them a condescending clap.

"Well done, Hellspawn, Well done. You've killed all the witnesses, depleted your ammunition and now I know you can't read the Grimoire in crimson light. Well done."

Standing before them, even outnumbered and unharmed, the 'Father' seemed to hold total control of the situation.

Before he could think of something any, all the air seemed to such out of the room, demonic whispers filling the room like shadows.

"You dare threaten my Impish little plaything~" the whispers spoke.

He knew this voice, but like his friends and family, he chose not to speak, too caught up in the moment.

Screens flew off the wall, avian footprints trailed across the floor. The bodies of the dead agents rose to there feet, eyes black as they began the intricate process of drawing some demonic symbol from there own blood.

Stepping back the 'Fther' looked about, before smiling, "Finally" He whispered, pulling out a flask and began chugging it.

Shadows seemed to slither like a million black snakes crawled across the floor, disappearing at the 'Fathers' feet.

There was a long pause before the human bent over and violently projectile vomited, throwing up what seemed like gallons of black liquid from his mouth.

The vomiting stopped, the human standing back up.

The back liquid slowly pulled itself to gathering, slowly morphing into a figure.

The black tar slowly formed into feathers, limbs and fingers, a set of crimson eyes appearing in the black goo.

The figure appeared to be Stolas. But this was not the elegant demon lord of hell.

This being was a wretched, wounded animal, covered in filth.

The 'Father' just wiped his mouth, that cold gaze returning to his eyes. Stepping forwards he grabbed Stolas by the filthy collar, staring him down.

The owl demon was a sputtering mess, coughing up black liquids as he tried to breathproperly.

The owl looked up at him.

And for the very first time in wjat was likely a millennia of existence, Stolas looked Terrified.

Not scared.

Terrified.

Grabbing at the arms of the human, the Prince of Hell sputtered out, "W-what are you?"

The human stopped, looking down at the owl, leaning down and whispered, "I am the beginning... and i am the end..."

The owl just stared up at him in horror, the humans hand coming to wrap around his throat, the demon feebly attempting to break free from his grasp.

There was a long moment where the only sound in the room was the prince's pitiful wheezing, frail little cries coming from the owl as the life was squeezed out of him.

The sounds were seemingly corked by a wet smack ringing out.

Blitzø had taken one of the agents weapons, a large knife and had impaled the 'Human' through the lower stomach.

There was a long moment of silence, before the 'human' slowly turned to look at him with that same cold gaze.

Without releasing Stolas, he pulled his arm back and smacked Blitzø, sending him sliding back to his friends.

Reaching down, he grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his back without hesitation.

Nothing came from his wound, and when pulling the knife out, no blood stained it's blade.

With knife in hand, he released the owl, letting his pathetic form hit the ground, the owl desperately gasping for breath.

Leaning down, you grasped Stolas' wrist, the owl releasing a pathetic little gasp of pain, followed by a frail little whimper as the 'Human' slid the blade across his wrist.

But what came next left them all shocked.

Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he pressed his mouth down before greedily suckling the foul blood straight from his veins.

He drank down the demons fowl blood, not making a sound cept the muscles of his throat contracting to push the fowl liquid down his throat.

The demons black blood flowed down his throat. Every demon in the room just watched, to shocked to think and to fearful to do anything as you had your way with the Prince.

After a few minutes of the 'Father' drinking the demons blood, he finally released the demons wrist. The owl quickly clutching his wrist to his chest as he desperately clawing to get away from the 'human'.

The 'Father' stood there, panting as a demons black blood stained his lips.

When he finally opened his eyes, they held a Unholy glint to them.

Wiping his lips he walked forwards, calmly packing what few items had survived the fighting into his bag before Putting on his glasses and placing the small white band into his shirt collar.

Walking past the now cowering demon Prince, he leaned over and pressed one of the buttons on the dashboard, instantly the lights returned to normal.

Stepping before the group they awaited some sort of attack, or threat, what they got instead was a single phrase "Excuse me."

He said it so simply, each hellborne took a moment to make sure they'd heard correctly.

Each of them just stared for a moment before Millie spoke up, "What?"

The human raised a brow, lowering his glasses he asked again, this time his voice cold, threateningly cold, "Excuse me."

The demons awkwardly stepped to the side, giving him a clear path to walk.

Walking past them he gave them a slight nod, "Thank you."

The demons were all in shock, silently watching the 'human' walk away from them.

"That's it?" Blitzø asked before he could stop himself, quickly slamming his hands to his mouth.

The 'Father' stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, he smiled, "Kill you later." He told them playfully, lowering his glasses and giving them a wink.

He walked away, the eerie sound of his shoes on cold tile floors permanently burned into there memory.

Hey Hey, I hope you enjoyed. I really wanted to try something a bit different. I had the idea for this in my head since episode 6 came out and I just really like the idea of an unknown entity showing up with either motive or intentions clear to anyone.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, I really wanna start writing more of my own original ideas, so expect more content in the future. Bye Bye.

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can u maybe do one of those instagram thingys with ariana grande? maybe when she’s releasing 34+35 and she’s been dating harry for a while so the song is about him and he’s being cheeky in the comments? if not it’s totally okay. have a great day!!

i did one like that already with ari and 34+35 but i will gladly do it again cuz i love her and harry HARIANA SUPREMACY

my other ariana grande one

also i didnt do the hariana edits credits to them on instagram

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yourinstagram just give me them babies

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y/nfan1 queen don’t play with me

harrystyles Say less ;)

harryfan1 is that your dog? 😖

↳ yourinstagram no he just...took him from someone

y/nfan2 wait are we getting a y/n and harry baby

harryfan2 his face please he’s so cute 😊

harryfan3 i wanna squish his cheeks 🥺😩

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harrystyles But who’s counting the time when we got it for life?

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yourinstagram sir i’m still waiting for a ring

↳ harrystyles Well it’s supposed to be a surprise ma’am.

annetwist my cuties!! ❤️

harryfan1 i’m ✨lonely✨

y/nfan1 hey god 🧎‍♀️it’s me again

y/nfan2 harry hurry and get down on one knee we’re waiting

harryfan2 he’s gonna start calling her wifey just to tease us or something

↳ harrystyles Good idea.

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yourinstagram treat people with mf kindness. also new song tomorrow :)

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harrystyles Hey wifey, wanna 69?

↳ yourinstagram shut up

harryfan1 she has his merch 😩

y/nfan1 harry’s being real...honest on the tl

harryfan2 anyway...y/n you’re beautiful

y/nfan2 do they wear each other’s merch? 🥲

harryfan3 harry you good?

y/nfan3 i’m so excited for the new song i missed you

↳ yourinstagram i miss you guys too i’m coming back

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harrystyles Do you guys want to know what happened after this? ;)

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yourinstagram NO

harryfan1 harry what is going on with you?

y/nfan1 should we be concerned?

harryfan2 hornyrry?

harryfan2 y/n is that your scrunchie? 😫

↳ yourinstagram it is and he won’t give it back

harryfan3 bunrry

y/nfan2 they are the type of couple i want to be with my nonexistent boyfriend

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yourinstagram imma ignore harry being horny and just say my new song “34+35” is out!!! this was the most fun song i’ve ever worked on :)

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harrystyles We keep the neighbors up ;)

↳ yourinstagram STOP IT

y/nfan1 oh so you’re both horny?

harryfan1 so dick is bomb? i wouldn’t know i’m lesbian

↳ yourinstagram PLEASE THIS SENT ME

y/nfan2 have y’all’s mamas heard this?

gemmastyles gonna pretend this is not about my brother and just say this a damn good song i love you

↳ yourinstagram i’m so sorry but i love you more

harryfan2 so you guys have been busy huh?

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harrystyles You guys should go listen to my wifeys new song about me.

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harryfan1 i can’t tell if you’re joking

y/nfan1 oh i knowww that bling will be huge

harryfan2 you guys are the only thing keeping me sane.

y/nfan2 bi panic in one picture

yourinstagram it’s not like you haven’t written any about me 🙄✋

harryfan3 harry respond if she’s actually your wife

↳ harrystyles I have responded.

y/nfan3 wait-

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yourinstagram he gave me them babies

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y/nfan1 STOP WAIT OMG

harryfan1 now 4/5 of 1d have kids...@niallhoran we’re looking at you

↳ niallhoran Not any time soon. But congrats you guys!

annetwist My first grandbaby!! 🤗❤️

harryfan2 OH I THINK SHE SAID IM HAVING YOUR BABY

↳ harrystyles It’s kind of my business.

y/nfan2 okay gonna go tell my parents like it’s my child

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yay i hope you liked it!

@chillingonlife @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @letsgoparty-ah-ah-ah-yeah @tom-hollands-wife

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congrats on 300 man! listen I’m a big ol nanami simp so i’d like to request nanami sfw 1 and 8 !

This is part of my 300 event 💖

Nanami

Does he want kids?

How does he flirt?

Hello, my fellow Nanami simp.

I could talk about him the whole day.

Despite being canon that Nanami would be a good father, I don't feel he would actually plan to have kids, for the solo reason that he wants a peaceful life and his retirement plans don't include paying a huge amount of money in school/college.

But of course he would be pleasantly surprised if a baby was coming, even though it wasn't planned.

And the idea of family vacations suddenly seem much more fun with a third family member.

Nanami as a dad would probably be very strict, if his kid wants to hang out in their friend's house he must meet the parents first.

But he would also spoil the hell out of his kid.

Want this new popular toy? He will get it before it's even released for the general public. Disneyland vacations? He will go on every attraction and buy all the toys his kid points to. Mamanami please stop him you don't have space for all these toys.

Retirement plans can be delayed when his baby smile like that.

Regarding Nanami flirting skills.

They are... smooth.

Nanami has the most sincere compliments.

"This red dress make your eyes shine brighter" it's not the dress sir, it's you.

And he's very straight about his intentions.

"You seem tired, why don't you let me take care of you tonight?" his palm touches your cheek, thumb caressing your dark undereye, "We can get a hotel room with a hot tub, I can get that body lotion you like and rub over your shoulders and back. How does that sound?"

Gojo probably tried to give him some corny flirting tips. But once he saw his friend in action... he was the one asking for tips.

[bts-reveries]

young one | 26

(images at the end)

Jungkook stood in the dressing room of a very fancy clothing store in Seoul, trying out suits. Why you may ask?

“Is everything okay in there?” called a woman outside of the curtains. Jungkook scrunched up his brows at the familiar voice. Pulling the curtains back, both persons were surprised to see one another.

“Jungkook?”

“Yuri?”

She scoffs at the sight of him, “why do you look so surprised? Didn’t you know I work here?” Jungkook shakes his head no. 

“I thought you work at like an office or something… not a clothing store..” Jungkook turns towards the mirror and back at Yuri.

“What do you think?” he asks, turning around, showcasing himself.

“You look great,” she says with a straight face. “I’m obligated to say that.” Jungkook sighs.

“You’re still mad?” he asks, putting his hands in his pocket. Yuri gives him a face.

“What do you think? Your friends embarrassed us--”

“You’re embarrassed because you felt guilty.”

“Y-yeah.. but,” she sighs. “I’m sorry..” She mumbles. Jungkook’s smiles, turning his ear and leaning in to her.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he jokes. 

“I.. am sorry.. for everything,” she says, much louder and clearer. 

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sure the boys would want to apologize too.. if you want, you can join us for dinner tonight. Literally just eating, no alcohol, no parties, no nothing..”

“No alcohol? That’s different,” Jungkook says, tilting his head at her. 

“Well..”

“Yuri!” Someone calls, running to Yuri’s side. Guessing it’s her coworker, considering they’re wearing matching uniforms. “I just got back from my break,” the woman says. “I got what you asked for,” she says, handing her a box.

“O-oh, thanks,” she says, hurriedly hiding the box behind her back. The woman then turns to Jungkook and he shyly waves at her.

“Oh I didn’t know you were assisting a customer, I’m so sorry sir,” she bows. “Go and take the test, I’ll take care of him.” Yuri’s eyes widens and she quickly shakes her head no.

“Test?” Jungkook says, looking at the woman, then at Yuri. He walks over to Yuri and grabs the box she was hiding from behind her.

“A pregnancy test?” he asks, he looks up at her and smiles. “Congrats.”

Yuri frowns at him. “Shut up,” she says. “It’s not for sure yet.. I’m just taking it just in case.”

“No wonder you’re canceling the drinking tonight,” he laughs.

“I mean, you guys can drink, I--” 

“It’s okay, I won’t be able to go anyways. I’m going to Busan to propose to Yn,” Jungkook says casually, hence the suit shopping.

“O-oh.. congratulations,” Yuri says. “I’m happy for you two-- ah-- three I mean.” 

“You know, I can already tell that this baby is going to change you for the better.”

“I’m not pregnant!” Yuri yells, her coworker’s eyes widens at her sudden loudness. “Sorry.. I mean.. I don’t know yet, but I’m not sure I’m ready so let’s not hope too much.”

“Well if you are… then your life’s about to start. And it’ll be better than whatever it is now,” Jungkook turns to the other woman next to her. “Speaking from experience,” he explains. “But anyways…” he checks the watch on his wrist, “I really have to go.. I have a long drive ahead of me. I’ll take this,” Jungkook says, pointing to the suit he’s wearing. “I don’t think it matters what I’m wearing.. But knowing my mom, she’s going to take lots and lots of pictures.”

-

A few hours later, Jungkook, in his new suit, finally got to Busan. His heart was beating out of his chest. He didn’t tell anyone that he was going here. Not his hyungs, noonas, not his mom, his dad, not your parents, not Sian, not you… obviously. It’s supposed to be a surprise, so why would he tell anyone?

Parking in your parent’s driveway, Jungkook grabbed Sian’s bunny ,who sat in the passenger’s seat, and the small box that contained the ring he’s proposing with. He kept that one in the cup holder for safe keeping. 

“Our life’s about to begin.. again,” Jungkook says to himself, holding the ring to his chest. “I got this.” With that he got out of the car, putting the ring box in his pocket. He hopes you’ll be happy to see him and that you’re not busy right now. The last thing he wants to do is bother you.

Standing at the front door, Jungkook takes a deep breath. With one press of the doorbell, he leaned in to listen for Sian’s excited footsteps. Sian told him one facetime call ago that he runs to the door every time it rings hoping daddy’s visiting.

But instead he heard nothing. 

He rings the bell again and this time he hears something. Not Sian, and not you, but your mom yelling, “Coming!”

In a matter of a few seconds, the door opens. Right when your mom sees Jungkook’s face, her smile drops.

“Jungkookah… w-what are you doing here? Why aren’t you in Seoul?” She asks in panic. Jungkook’s still smiling at her, ignoring the worrying questions she’s asking.

“Where’s Sian and Yn?” He asks, looking over her head. 

“Ah..” she laughs awkwardly, “come in, come in sweetheart, I need to tell you something.”

Jungkook walks into their house, taking his shoes off at the door. 

“Is Yn busy?” he asks, looking around. Your mom sits on the couch, pulling Jungkook down with her.

“Sweetie, they’re not home,” she says. “What are you doing here?.. And why are you wearing a suit?”

“They’re not? Well when are they coming back? I need to talk to Yn, I need to ask her a question,” Jungkook says, still not answering her question.

“They’re not coming back any time soon,” your mom laughs.

-

Your eyes widen as Sian releases a high pitch scream, along with a few other screams coming from inside your apartment. You know exactly who’s screams those were. The door was opened wider by Namjoon and you smile up at him.

“Hey Joo-- E-every.. One?” You say as everyone’s face comes into view. Your eyes scan the room and everyone seems to be in there… except for the one you were looking for.

“YES FREE COFFEE FOR. A. MONTH!” Byul yells, throwing her arms into the air. Yoongi rolls his eyes. 

“Hi Yn,” Yoongi says, a little disappointed. You don’t know if you were hurt by that or what.

“Hey… Where’s Jungkook?” You ask, looking around. Suddenly, all of your nieces and nephews comes running out of Sian’s room, making Sian scream with joy once more. 

“You’re back!” Soojin yells, running to hug Sian. 

“My turn! My turn!” The two youngests yell, pushing Soojin out of the way. 

“Looks like the babies missed Sian more than me?” you say, kneeling down to get some hugs too.

“Auntie Yn!” Huimang and Minseok yells, running into your arms. 

“I missed you little munchkins,” you laugh, pressing kisses to their heads. 

“I want some,” Bora says, coming to hug you as well. You laugh, standing up to hug her. 

“Jungkook isn’t here,” Taehyung says, answering your previous question. You look up, confused.

“What?” you say as he comes and gives you a hug as well. “Is he coming back soon?”

Yoongi shrugs, “he didn’t say where he was going or if he was coming back. Just said he was leaving.”

“What?” you repeat. He left without saying anything?

-

“Honey, they’re in Seoul. They both miss you so much, Yn decided to go back and fix things with you,” she explains. Jungkook’s eyes widen, he gets up in a hurry.

“I have to go back then,” he says, heading for the door. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks your dad, along with Jungkook’s parents. 

“Dad,” Jungkook says, seeing your dad’s face. 

“Jungkook?” his mom says from behind. Jungkook turns to your mom and then back at his parents, and your dad. 

“Why are you here?” his dad asks. Jungkook laughs.

“You know I thought you all would be more excited to see me,” he says. Instead of walking past them and to his car so that he can leave as fast as possible to see you, Jungkook turns around and sits back down with your mom. 

“We are!” his mom says, “but Yn is back in Seoul! She left this morning to come and fix things with you.”

“I heard.. Like a minute ago,” he says. “And to answer your questions, I came here to propose to her.” Everyone’s eyes go wide. 

“I know I haven’t talked to you all about this so while I’m here… I might as well ask for your blessing now. Right?” 

-

Byul excitedly runs up to you, “Well we think he went to--”

*Ding Ding*

*Beep Beep*

*Ring Ring!*

You furrow your brows as everyone gets a text at once. You take out your phone to check yours, but nothing.

“What were you saying Byul?” You ask, getting back their attention.

“O-oh, I.. what was I saying?” she laughs nervously, slowly putting her phone down. Namjoon eyes her and you suddenly feel like they’re hiding something. 

“Where do you guys think Kook went?” you ask, turning to everyone who seemed to be sucked into their phones suddenly.

“I..” Hoseok tilts his head to the side and shyly laughs. “We have no idea.. where he went.” Sarang rolls her eyes and you knew exactly what was happening. Everyone knew how bad Hoseok was at lying. 

“O… kay..” you say. “Whatever then.” At that, they all go back to their phones and start texting. You let out a big sigh. “Hey, I’m back!” you yell out, waving your arms as everyone became texting zombies. “I spent the past weeks texting you all, do I have to do that still to get your attention??” With this, no one bothered to look up and you roll your eyes, about to go see what the kids were up to instead.

“Hey Yn?” Namjoon calls, you turn to him with a bright smile.

“Yes Joon?”

“You guys have no plants, Jungkook said to take care of them and we came here and you have no fresh oxygen in your house,” he says in a serious manner, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh.. we had a few,” you say, thinking of the ones Jungkook picked up a couple months ago.

“Where is it?” Namjoon asks, grabbing his spray bottle.

“Had,” you emphasized. It didn’t last long, Jungkook got three. You forgot to give yours water, Jungkook didn’t give his enough sunlight, and Sian over-watered his.

“We should go get some,” Namjoon suddenly says, walking up to you and grabbing your arm.

“Uhh.. Byul your boyfriend is kidnapping me,” you say, concerned. 

“We’re going to go plant shopping,” Namjoon says, not bothering to turn around, instead he pulls you out the door along with him.

“Have fun!” Byul calls, again, glued to her phone.

young one

♛ part twenty-six: operation: finally ♛

pairings: photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader

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Day 1 Prompt: Names and Numbers

Series Featured: TTTE

Central character(s): Tornado

Side note: Please for the love of all that is possibly holy do not interpret this as a Ship.

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WOOO first Traintober day! now due to the Blackout and other things this is pretty late, this was originally about something else however it ended up not working out (i didn’t like the first draft). and then this went through a SECOND draft but that Also didn’t work out.

All Traintober days will possibly vary in length, content, and also release because uh motivation.

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/🚂✨💨/

When you were famous, it was expected for Everyone to know your name, Tornado is aware of this.

Sure, they were an operational Steam locomotive built in the 21st century, and then went on to become a celebrity because of that, going to many rail celebrations (and making new friends along the way!).

There were times where they couldn’t really understand the hubbub around them, all the people flocking to their every appearance with a camera in hand. Bit strange they thought.

Tornado never really understood why.

(rest of the story below the readmore)

2012

One day, they had received a letter from an “S.G”, Tornado had asked who this S.G was but the most they got was a “You’ll meet him eventually!” or something else.

Come the NRM’s rail festival and well, nothing came of it besides getting a new friend in Sir Nigel Gresley as well as the other engines they managed to talk to at the event. After a bit of thinking, they asked the A4 a question,

“Say you’re named Sir nigel Gresley right?”

“i do not like the lack of emphasis on the Nigel but yes that’s my name, it’s molded on my nameplate see!” Nigel smiled proudly.

“oh i can kind of see that.” Tornado notes, despite the fact that their smoke deflectors do not allow for left or right vision.

“But why do you ask Tory?”

“Well,” Tornado took a deep breath, “Did you happen send a letter of any sort? y’know a written one, in cursive, and y’know now that i’m listening to you, you Would be the kind of engine to sound so somewhat-er dramatic.”

Nigel let out a gasp, “Nonsense! i can’t write!”

“I Know that but did you have someone write it out for you and then decided to send it to me?” Tornado continued.

The dark blue A4 hummed to himself, “i don’t really remember sending anyone Anything, but i now i Do sort of want to now.”

Days after the Rail festival they received a signed picture of the dark blue A4 named after a deceased LNER chief engineer.

Tornado didn’t know how to feel about it.

/🚂✨💨/

For the next few years they and S.G had become pen pals of sorts, usually sending each other messages about recent events and what not.

By 2016, after their 100 mile run, they received a parcel, one that contained a blue “You did a Hundred miles!” ribbon and another letter,

Tornado, i’m Proud of your run!

you have really outdone yourself after that speed limit race with a car and a motorcycle on television and you’ve probably made records by now!

Unfortunately this letter is less well written because i am Very tired right now but Just know that you did Amazing despite the few slow downs

I hope to meet you in person one day to give you a more personal congrats.

S.G

Tornado couldn’t help but let out an offended snort at the speed limit race with a car and a motorcycle on television line, but that

2017

They’ve heard of a famous engine called the Flying Scotsman, everyone and every engine would immediately go into what they call “hype person mega fan” mode whenever the engine was brought up.

and now this some engine is getting talked about a Lot as of recent, Tornado wondered why they haven’t been told much about him beyond “oh he’s hidden at the NRM for reasons.” with a smile that to the new build clearly for other reasons.

This Flying Scotsman has also recently started running again after a long overhaul and has existed since 1923, what stories they’ll possibly bring must certainly be interesting ones!

The thought mostly stuck as they stopped at Barrow Hill, it looked the same as before, just with more diesels and a lack of a blue duck.

a whistle that sounded like a shrill Banshee filled the air, Tornado yelped at the sound.

“Scared you didn’t I friend?” a voice teased.

Soon an engine rolled up, bearing the same 60163 on their tender as them and the same configuration as them. Not that Tornado could see that since their blinkers were in the way.

“Do i know you?”

“Oh you do, but you’ve most likely been Told about me, being stuck in a room is Rarely fun without anyone to talk to!”

“…what.”

there were a few murmurs, “Does S.G ring any bells hm?”

oh

oh

Chuckles from the crew filled the relatively quiet air as Tornado sat there in silence as the famous engine who shared their number laughed.

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something for nico getting C? masc/gender neutral

Hi!! Here's the thing you requested!! Hope you enjoy!

(I read somewhere that the captaincy was revealed to Nico with a video of former captains. Scott, Scott, and Andy are the only three I knew off the top of my head. Thus, I used them. Okay? Okay.)

You had insisted on tagging along to practice that morning. Normally, Nico went alone and you went to class instead. However, you knew something Nico didn’t know and you wanted to be present for when he found it out. Nico had allowed you along, knowing full well that you would’ve asked P.K. for a ride had he told you no. He basically had no choice but you thanked him anyway.

Once you got to the arena, you and Nico were whisked into Lindy’s office. Nico seemed nervous but settled down when he saw the smile on your face. You grabbed Nico’s hand as you both took a seat in the chairs in front of Lindy’s desk. You squeezed it when you felt some nervous energy pulsing through Nico’s veins. Nico relaxed a little, dropping some tension from his shoulders.

“What’s this about?” Nico asked, looking anywhere but at his coach. “Am I being traded? You’re trading me right after I get back from the protocol list…?”

“What? No,” Lindy said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What gave you that idea, kid?”

“What other reason would I be in the coach’s office for?”

Instead of answering, Lindy turned his computer monitor towards you and Nico. There was a video cued up and it was freeze-framed on an image of Scott Stevens. Nico blinked as he looked at you, the monitor, and then Lindy. Lindy pressed the play button and Scott’s image sprung to life and started speaking directly to Nico.

“Hey, Nico,” Scott smiled and waved. “First of all, I’d like to say I’m glad you made it back safely. I can only imagine what you had to go through to get back to the game. If you aren’t one hundred percent right now, I hope you get there soon. Secondly, I’d like to say it’s a great honour to be doing this for you. You’ve worked your ass off in the short time you’ve been in the league and fought through a lot of stuff to get where you are. You are definitely deserving of this honour. Congratulations, Nico. You’ve earned it.”

You looked at Nico and noticed that he wasn’t showing much in the way of emotions. His face was blank and his eyes were trained on the monitor. You squeezed his hand. When Nico squeezed back, you let out a breath you hadn’t been aware that you had been holding. It was a good feeling to know that he was still tuned into his surroundings.

When you looked back at the monitor, Scott Stevens’ image had faded away into an image of Scott Niedermayer. You felt Nico’s heartbeat increase through the pulse point in his wrist. You took your thumb and carefully smoothed it along the bone, hoping that it would calm Nico down some. It had somewhat of the desired effect because Nico released a breath and dropped his head on top of your head. You let go of Nico’s hand and slung your arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer to you. Nico hummed, wiggling his head in the crook of your neck.

“Nico, hey,” Niedermayer said, smiling and raising his hand in greeting. “I’m really proud of you for persevering and making it out of the other side of the protocol in one piece. It couldn’t have been easy to have to handle all of that. That being said, perseverance is exactly why you’ll fit this role so well. You know how to give hockey your all and that’s exactly what this role requires. Guys on the team already go to you for guidance so this decision was practically a no-brainer. Good luck, kid. You’ll do great.”

You glanced at Nico and saw that he was trying his best to hold his emotions inside. You brought your other hand up and ran your fingers through his hair, stopping briefly to rub Nico’s temples. Nico mumbled what you thought was his thanks but it was so jumbled and you couldn’t decipher whether it was English or French that you were just as certain it could’ve been his grocery list for the week. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple before directing him to look back at the monitor where Scott Niedermayer’s image had faded away into an image of Andy Greene.

“I know you’ve figured out what’s happening already,” Andy said, chuckling. “But, it’s my honour as the previous captain of the New Jersey Devils to officially declare that you, Nico Hischier, are my replacement. I knew right from the very first time I played a game with you that you’d be the next captain whenever my time there was over. I’m proud of how far you’ve come as a player. Doesn’t mean I’ll take it easy on ya whenever we play in the future. Still. Congrats, kid. You’ve earned it.”

When Andy’s image faded, so did the video. Lindy turned the monitor back around and looked at Nico. You looked over and saw that Nico had his head buried as deeply in your neck as he could manage at his current angle. You carded your fingers through his hair, whispering soft encouragements in French. Nico lifted his head and looked between you and Lindy. That’s when you noticed that there were tear stains down his cheeks; his eyes were also the slightest bit red and puffy. You brought your thumbs up and wiped away the stains. You caressed Nico’s cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling back. Nico smiled weakly as he dropped his head back into the crook of your neck. You slung your arm over his shoulders again, pulling him in as closely as you could manage.

“Thank you, sir,” Nico said, voice muffled by your neck.

“You’ve worked your ass off for your entire career. I’m the one that should be thanking you for being so dedicated.” Lindy said, chuckling. “Now, there was one other video I wanted to show you.”

Lindy clicked the mouse a few times before he turned the monitor back around. You felt your heartbeat speed up when it was displaying a freeze-framed image of P.K. holding a piece of bristle board. You knew what that meant and it was only a matter of time before Nico did as well.

Lindy looked at you and you nodded. He pressed the play button and P.K.’s image burst to life.

“Nico, my man,” he said, lifting the bristle board higher. “How about you read this and let your partner know what you think?”

“‘You’re the captain of my heart. Will you marry me?’” Nico read.

“Yes. Holy shit. Yes. A million times over,” he said without missing a beat.

You smiled as you lifted Nico’s face and kissed him. Nico hummed happily and grabbed the front of your shirt, gripping tightly. When you pulled apart, Nico was out of breath and you had hair stuck to your forehead. Nico smiled and dropped his forehead against your forehead. You softly kissed his nose and caressed his cheek. Nico rubbed your shoulder and huffed a hot breath against your lips. You shivered and pulled your head back, dropping it against Nico’s shoulder. Nico carded his fingers through your hair and whispered softly against your scalp.

“You’ll make an amazing captain,” you mumbled. “I love you.”

Nico smiled and brushed your hair out of your face. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, squeezing your cheek.

“And you’ll make an amazing first mate. I love you, too.”

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Finding Home ~ Chpt 16

Catch Up      Masterlist      AO3

AN: And we have officially reached the end of this fic!  I really hope you enjoy the last chapter to Finding Home. I've so appreciated all the love that this story has received. Happy reading and much love!!

New York’s elite have been in pursuit of a modern day Robin Hood. While no one has been able to catch him, it seems as though all bank account hacking has ceased. Robin Hood first attacked those considered the biggest tyrant of those who live in the upper east side of the city. Making his way down to those who control the printed press, even going so far as to make their children know that he’s keeping a watch on them.

Many have shown support for Robin Hood’s tactics, imploring those living amongst riches to learn from the lesson. Those who had benefited from the hackings ask that they consider to continue to make donations to their causes. A good portion of those affected have agreed.

Authorities are still searching for Robin Hood but with the hacker quieting down for the unforeseen future, the case may run cold. During these tense times, Robin Hood has reminded the people of New York just how generosity can go a long way. Below is a list of all organizations money had been donated to. Take a look to see if any of them speak to you and think about donating your time or money to help these great causes.

“Good work, Plumber.” Her editor said as he tossed the paper on her desk.

There on the front page was her story, her byline. Modern Day Robin Hood Still At Large by Katherine Plumber. She grinned looking it over before looking up at her editor. “Thank you, sir.”

“Denton wants to have a word with you before the team meeting. So go on up there.” Her editor pointed towards Bryan Denton’s office.

She nodded her head and grabbed her notebook before making her way to the chief editor’s office. Katherine knocked on the door before entering. “You wanted to see me?”

Bryan looked up from his computer and motioned for her to have a seat. “Did you know that just an hour after the paper had been delivered, the organizations you listed has seen an increase in donations and volunteers?”

Her eyes widened and shook her head. “No, sir.”

“And did you know that ticket sales are also affected the week after your reviews are released?”

Once more she shook her head.

“You, Miss Plumber, are an incredibly persuasive writer. Your editor showed me your story notes. I want you as a regular reporter for the front page. You have a way to get people to care about what you’re telling them and they listen. You have a gift and while those on and off Broadway will surely miss it, I need that power to help sell papers. I’m putting you with the investigative team, effective immediately. Tell Corey to show you where your new desk will be.” He turned back to his computer and began typing.

Katherine couldn’t believe it. She was finally an investigative journalist. She grinned as she stood from her chair. “Yes, sir. Thank you so much.”

After she was done getting settled into her new desk, she snapped a picture and sent it to Jack with the caption: guess where I am?

Uh, at work?

Yes but where?

At your desk? What are you trying to get at here, princess? Did you redecorate?

Something like that. You are now texting The Sun’s newest Investigative Journalist.

CONGRATS! So proud of you, ace. Meet at Jacobi’s after work. We’ll celebrate with the fellas and then tomorrow we’ll celebrate just you and me.

She smiled at her phone. While she would much prefer to celebrate with just her and Jack, she knew that her new family would be hurt that they didn’t get to celebrate first. As expected the celebration was full of cheers, laughs, and chaos. Katherine was actually quite surprised Jacobi didn’t kick them out. Then again, she was pretty sure that he was used to the boys by now.

When they couldn’t take not being alone to celebrate anymore, Jack and Katherine said their goodbyes, deciding to walk back to their loft together. “I really am proud of ya, ace. You’re gonna take the world by storm.” Jack spoke up, swinging their hands softly between them.

“And so are you. I sense multiple Tony’s coming your way.” Katherine said with a proud smile.

“No one’s gonna write that news as good as you. You left some big shoes to fill.” He teased, causing her to roll her eyes.

“I’ll do ya one better.”

He raised an eyebrow in silent question, urging her to continue.

“I’ll be by your side at every one. No more having to follow press rules at those events. I actually get to enjoy them and show my biais.” She grinned up at him.

Jack easily returned her smile. “I think that’s something I could get used to.”

“For sure?” Katherine asked, enjoying the thought of a ong, happy future with Jack.

“For sure.” He replied, leaning down to kiss her. “If you ever need a stake out partner, just say the word.” He told her as he pulled back.

“You’ll be the first person I call.” She returned his smile before selling into his side. Oh, yes, she could most definitely get used to this feeling. What really drove it home was the feeling of Jack’s hand in hers as they celebrated and spoke of their future. Katherine Plumber had indeed finally found her home.