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#idk it just sits wrong with me and i want her to stop spreading that
complexcritterscave · 8 hours
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So I just found out that it’s pretty a popular headcanon in the fandom that DrRETRO was placed in solitary confinement/a padded cell while being blindfolded and shit
So I’m gonna TRY and include that into the story the best I can
Erm yup! Any who!!!!! Forgive me if I mess something up, I did a bit of research on this before deciding to write (and while writing) so I hope this isn’t dogshit 💔💔
Anyway enjoy! Or don’t you do you idk
Everything had gone wrong.
Everything was overwhelming despite nothing being around.
She couldn’t see.
She couldn’t move.
She could barely speak without cold and sharp metal poking her mouth.
The silence was deafening. She could hear everything and nothing at the same time.
And it scared her…
Every few blind steps she took she was met with soft, padded wall.
She felt like a caged bird, desperate to spread her wings and fly only to be met with the bars of her small enclosure.
Her breathing grew laboured as she struggled to keep calm.
What had she done to deserve this? Why was she being punished like this? She followed the rules, did what she was supposed to, and yet she was still forced to endure this cruel fate.
She wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out, but that would only extend her time. She didn’t wanna spend any longer in this plushy hell, she refused to stay longer.
She hated it here. She was innocent! Why was she being punished for something she didn’t do?! She felt a twinge of frustration itch beneath her skin, her ears flattened as she let out a guttural growl whilst leaning against the wall.
She wanted revenge, to get back at those who lied about her. She wanted them to feel the same way she did.
But how could she?
She was the one trapped within a rubber cell. She was the one stuck in pillowy prison. She was the one who had been locked away…
An overwhelming wave of emotions washed over her, drowning her within its currents. Despair, frustration, sorrow, anger, all mixed into a depressing cocktail that she was forced to drink.
Before long she found herself crying silently, weeping as each breath became more irregular than the last. But there was at least one plus…
No one would be able to see her state of weakness… At least not yet…
DrRETRO let out a groggy meow as her alarm clock went off, jerking her from her painful nightmare into the real. Time to get up already?! She swore just went to bed! Then again, staying awake would probably be the best decision for now… But GOD that constant beeping was more annoying than Poob’s party horn. If it weren’t for the fact that they were so darn friendly, she would’ve definitely done something about that now.
The katball swatted the clock with her paw, sighing as it was finally silenced. If it was broken, she’ll suffer the consequences later, for now, she was too tired to deal with it.
Rolling out of bed, she trudged to her bathroom, physically and mentally preparing herself to get ready for the long day ahead of her. She could only assume what the others would get themselves into…
Once ready, she put on her coat and grabbed an energy bar for breakfast. She had no clue what time it was, but assumed she had no time to sit down and eat. Besides, she’ll probably stop by the RedBall Diner or somewhere for a proper meal in the afternoon. She carefully descended down the machine’s spiral before approaching the elevator, humming quietly as she pressed the button and opened her snack.
Before she could even get a bite in, the doors had opened revealing an overly curious robot who smiled politely at her.
"Woah! A giant cat! My sensors are telling me a lot about you!"
"…"
"Based off the information I have received from my database you are apart of a species known as Katballs correct? Oh! And you speak a language similar to that of regular domesticated felines!"
"Mrrow…" «Uh, yeah…»
"This is wonderful! BZZT! Ah! Pardon me, a large stone man taught me that it is considered impolite to engage in conversation before introducing oneself. My name is Prototype!"
"Meow…" «Hello… Prototype…»
"Hm, I can’t properly translate your message, perhaps, if you don’t mind, I could stay with you for the time being and learn it? Or maybe you could teach me as to avoid language barriers in the near future!"
The katball stared at him, he was sickeningly sweet and clearly eager to learn, she wasn’t sure she could deal with that right now, especially after going through that horrible nightmare. Just thinking of it made her fur rise.
"Is everything alright? I am detecting an elevated heart rate and body temperature. Was my request too strange? I apologize for intruding! I’m just so excited!"
"Meoww…" «No you’re fine. Ah wait, you can’t understand me… Oh well.»
She signalled to the robot that it was okay with her paws, nodding as she stepped into the elevator and sighed.
"Ah… So is that a yes..? Everything is alright?"
She nodded.
"Does this mean I can stay with you for now?"
She hesitated before reluctantly nodding.
"WONDERFUL-! Oh sorry! I did not mean to shout. I was also told that shouting is impolite!"
She already regretted her decision…
The two ascended together within the elevator, Retro eating her energy bar and Prototype watching her with intrigue.
"Is this what your species eat for nutrition?"
She shrugged.
"So it varies? That’s so interesting!"
While he was a bit more active than the others, she found their enthusiasm adorable in an annoying way.
"Does this imply katballs do not have the same carnivorous diet as domesticated felines? Would this not make you omnivorous?"
He asked a LOT of questions though…
Before she could properly answer, the elevator came to a stop, letting out its iconic ding as the doors opened, before she knew it, an exhausted lamp stepped onto the elevator along with his sickly friend.
"W04H! h3llo R3tR0!!! :D"
"Good morning…"
The doctor only gave the two a curt nod, she knew that Lampert would possibly try and pester her about Infected, per usual, but as she mentally prepared herself for his questions, Prototype had spoken up.
"Oh! Are you also a robot? You seem to be artificially made! Just like me!"
"What-"
"My scanners are so far confirming my theory as well!"
"Don’t do that.."
"Huh? May I be mistaken? Are you not artificially made?"
"I am, but I don’t appreciate being scanned. It’s weird to do that without at least asking first."
"So would it be considered… impolite?"
"Uh yeah I guess."
"It seems I have many things to learn about the mannerisms of this elevator and its riders. I apologize for my impoliteness. I should have asked."
"It’s fine. Anyway… DrRETRO-"
"Meoww." «If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, I already told you there’s nothing else I can do.»
"You didn’t even let me finish."
"Mrrw.." «You’re very predictable.»
"You’re rather growly today…"
Lampert was tempted to question her, but didn’t bother pushing his luck. There weren’t a lot of things he knew about Retro but he knew enough to know not to press her buttons. So instead, he sat quietly, listening as Prototype and Infected interacted with each other.
"s0 y0u’r3 l1k3… 4 r0b0t??? y0u’r3 n0t g0nn4 try 4nd t4k3 0v3r th3 w0rld r1ght?!?!?!?!!!!"
"Uh no, I don’t think so. I don’t understand why you would think that. I want to learn about the world! Not conquer it!"
"0H!!!! th4t’s s0 sw4g br0!!! XD"
"I don’t understand this terminology, however I am assuming ‘swag’ is a good thing right?"
"h3ck y34h m4n!!! y0u’r3 4ctu4lly 4lr1ght!!! :]"
"Thank you!"
Lampert glanced back at DrRETRO, watching her quietly from the corner of his eye. She was staring at blankly ahead, her expression was difficult to read but he could tell something was troubling her. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was harshly stopped before her could even get anything out.
"Hisss…" «Lampert… Don’t…»
"Well excuse me for wanting to ask if you’re okay."
"Mrrraow.." «It’s none of your business.»
"You’re acting like a cornered lion. I think making sure you don’t lash out at anyone is my business."
That was most definitely poor wording, he swore he saw her flinch before snapping her gaze towards him. He noticed the slight pinkish tint in her pupils, growing nervous, anyone could tell you what that meant…
"HISS?!" «ARE YOU CALLING ME A THREAT?!»
"Wh- N-No! I was just making an analogy. Not trying to offend you."
He took a step back. By now Infected and Prototype had stopped talking and were instead watching the two with questioning or concerned expressions.
"… Meoww…" «Just stay out of it..»
He nodded, watching the pinkish tint die from her eyes as she looked away. An uncomfortable silence filled the elevator before being disrupted by its doors opening.
"Ah… This is our floor, come on Infected."
"1c3 cr34m f0r br34kf4st!!! s0 epik!!! >:D"
DrRETRO watched as they stepped out, being left alone with the curious robot as the doors closed.
"… Are you okay..?"
She nodded.
"But-"
She let out a warning hiss, glaring down at him with annoyance. He may have not understood her tongue, but he understood that hissing typically meant anger or annoyance within cats.
"Okay… My apologies for pestering.."
The elevator was filled once more with heavy silence. As they stopped at floors, prototype would either enthusiastically greet people or watch DrRETRO do her work. He had no clue that she was skilled in the medical field. Perhaps he should’ve done a deeper examination of her. Perhaps he should do it now. But it’s impolite to do so without asking… He’ll just ask now!
"Uh… DrRETRO? That is your name right?"
She turned towards him.
"I was wondering if you could allow me to scan you one more time? Just to add some extra information to my database!"
She stared for a moment before nodding, though she relaxed slightly as she noticed his excitement.
"Thank you!"
There was a lot he had missed about her now that he took a deeper look. She was Brazilian and had a medical license! How interesting! Her birthday is in October, specifically the 10th of October.
"I’ll have to get something for your birthday!"
She shrugged in response.
As he continued, he found some… questionable information. A warrant for arrest. Perhaps she could answer a few questions of his.
"Excuse me? Were you perhaps arrested in the pa-"
Before he could finish, she let out a hiss.
"Huh-? What’s wrong? Is that an uncomfortable subject?"
She snarled, tail lashing as she glared at him.
"I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be intrusive!"
She snorted, turning away from him. Guess that meant leave her alone for now…
As they progressed, he watched her quietly and subtly. They had eventually made it to his floor of which he gave a small goodbye and left without another word.
DrRETRO was left alone, and she was pretty glad that. She just wanted to get her rounds done and go home, maybe even take a small nap. Who knows?
As she continued to ascend, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease and fear. She felt like she was being watched, as if something were going to happen. She felt vulnerable and she hated it…
Each floor she stopped at, each person she treated, she felt worse and worse. Her fur had begun to rise as she rode the elevator, nothing she did could distract herself from that nightmare. Maybe she just needed someone to hang out with, just talk to! Yeah! That could help..
As she reached out to press the button to pick a floor, the elevator stopped, its doors opening to reveal a familiar caterpillar holding a small bag of apples.
"Oh… Hello!"
Pilby gave her a nervous smile, waving with one of their arms before stepping onto the elevator.
"Meowww." «Hello Pilbert."
"How are you, doctor?"
"Meow." «I’m fine as usual.»
"That’s nice! Have you been doing your rounds?"
"Mrrow." «Just finished.»
"That’s good! Where are you going now?"
"Mew…" «I was going to go see Mach..»
"Golly! Is something wrong?"
"Miau." «Just… wanted someone to talk to.»
"I get that. Mach is a great listener! But gosh, if you’ve got a problem she’ll sniff it out faster than Wallter can drink a can of grey stuff! I wonder what’s in those cans anyway… I don’t see the appeal but everyone’s got their own taste, right?"
"Meow." «True.»
Pilby nodded, falling quiet as they hummed quietly to themselves. It was rather ironic, DrRETRO was the one stressing out and panicking internally while Pilby wasn’t as much as a nervous wreck as they usually were. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the feline was aboard as well, they had gotten used to being around her after all, she typically defended them from Gnarpy when xe got aggressive or Bive when she went on her rants and rambles.
As the elevator dinged and its doors opened, the two looked outside at the floor, though Pilby was the first to exit.
"Mew…?" «What’s this..?"
"Mach’s office."
"Mrrrew?" «Since when did she get an office?»
"She’s always had an office!"
DrRETRO followed after them, the doors closing behind her as she remained quiet and glanced around. She tilted her head as she stared at the pedestals, confused by what she saw. There so many strange objects, most of which glowed. Did she like glowy things? Was she part moth or something? At least she knows the qualifications to meet to get her gift in the future; make sure it glows.
"Meoww..?" «So uhm… Where is she?»
"Probably up- Oh there she is!"
The doctor looked up, staring at the deity who watched them from, as it was called beneath the window, the living quarters. It was ominous in a way, her top-hat left a shadow on her face as he red eyes glowed dimly, her face was its usual neutral expression as she gripped her hammer in her hands.
Retro swore her heart had skipped a beat for a moment, it truly was terrifying, even though she knew she had nothing to fear. She gave a small wave, forcing a nervous smile as Mach repeated the action. Within a blink of an eye she appeared in front of the two, staring down at them as she tilted her hat upwards.
"Hello."
"Meow." «Hi..»
"Hi Mach! Uh… I got you a snack from the shop!"
"Thank you Pilby, sit it on my desk for now."
The caterpillar nodded, hurrying over with the bag and placing a bag of mini donuts on her desk before leaving the two alone. To be honest, the feline would’ve preferred if they stayed, she’d prefer more than just one other person around. It’d make her feel a bit safer and less exposed. Her tail lashed as she lifted her ears, forcing her fur to lie flat for the time being.
"What’s wrong?"
DrRETRO was jerked back to reality as Mach spoke, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side as she questioned her.
"Meow! Mrrow." «Nothing! I was just bored and wanted to just talk with you.»
"Are you sure?"
"Mew.." «Yes..»
"Are you lying?"
"Mrraow!" «No!»
"Alright. What do you wanna talk about?"
"…"
"Mw.." «I didn’t think this far ahead..»
"Tsh.."
Mach couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, sitting in her swivel chair as Retro sat on the crates.
"Seriously?"
"Miauuu." «You try thinking of topics on short notice.»
"I will. Here’s your first one: seen that stupid rock recently?"
"Mew… Meoww mow merow." «Okay firstly, screw you… Secondly, surprisingly no. I thought that it’d be bothering me eventually today.»
"Hopefully it’s gone for good. I hated it, really annoying honestly.."
"Meow! Mrrw…" «Yeah! Plus it makes my job harder, if you only knew the amount of burn scars I’ve had to treat…»
"I can only imagine.."
DrRETRO purred, feeling better from before as she forgot of her early morning reminder of the past.
"Meow! Meew." «Oh! Met some new robot today.»
"A new robot?"
"Meowww. Merrw mwww." «Yep. Called himself Prototype. Very sweet actually, just way too impulsive as well as asking a lot of questions.»
"What, did he bother you?"
"Mrraw." «No. Not really. Not on purpose at least.»
"What do you mean not on purpose?"
"Meow." «It’s nothing don’t worry about it."
"That just makes me worry more..."
"Mrrw." «Aw, you really do care.»
"Retro.."
"Meow?! Mrroww?" «What?! I can’t joke anymore?»
"Is something bothering you?"
"Mew.." «As I said before, don’t worry about it..»
"Doctor RETRO Katball…"
"Maow…" «Uh oh full name…»
"What’s wrong?"
"Meow." «Nothing.»
"I know you’re lying and I swear I will use the hammer on you if you don’t fess up.."
"Mrrew." «Such an empty threat.»
She purred quietly before falling silent as she saw Mach grip her hammer tightly.
"How much are you betting?"
"…"
"Exactly."
"Meeow…" «Really, darling, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m fine…»
"The last time you said you were fine you collapsed on the floor from exhaustion while coughing and dry heaving."
"Meow.." «Well I was fine until then..»
"You had a fever and stayed hunched over the toilet for the next two hours!"
"Mrrow." «It was certainly an unpleasant experience…»
"Retro…"
"Meow?" «What?»
"I’m being serious about this. What’s wrong?"
"Mrraow." «You wouldn’t understand.»
She shrugged, trying to push down the swelling emotions in her chest. Unfortunately for her, Mach was persistent, gently cupping her cheeks with cold hands. Perhaps she should’ve heeded Pilby’s warning from earlier…
"Then help me understand…"
The katball pause, placing her own paws against Mach’s hands as she held her gaze. Even with her neutral and cold expression, she could still see the concern that glittered within her eyes.She let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard as she struggled to find the words.
Since when was talking about your problems so difficult?!
"It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready…"
"…"
"Mrrow…" «I… had a uhm… dream, well nightmare, last night. And it’s… It’s been bugging me all day…»
"What happened in it?"
"Meow… Mrrowww Miau." «Just… Uh… Reminded me of prison ya know? Just kind of… relived one of the worst moments of my life."
"Oh, Retro…"
"Mrrw! Mreow…" «I mean at least it’s over! Don’t understand why I’m worrying over it so much…»
Mach stared at her, her concern growing as she went on. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how the katball felt right now. She had never been herself but she imagined it was a traumatic experience.
She sighed before pulling her close, holding her tightly as she took a deep breath.
"I know you’ve been through a lot, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it. Just know, if you ever need anything, I’ll be here…"
The katball fell quiet, her ears flattening as she took the time to process her words. She let out a shaky sigh, her grip onto the other tightening as tears slowly streamed down her face.
Mach continued to hold her, gently caressing the doctor’s head and back as she tried to comfort her to the best of her ability.
"Mrraoh…" «Sorry for bothering you with my issues while being a giant crybaby...»
"Don’t apologize. Cry all you want, you’re not bothering me…"
"Miauu…" «Okay…»
She fell quiet, tears continuing to flow as she trembled slightly. Despite her earlier feelings of vulnerability and fear, she felt safe at the moment. She felt as if nothing could harm her, not here at least. She liked that..
"Mrrow?" «Mach?»
"Mhm?"
"Mew…" «Thank you…»
"Don’t worry about it.."
RAHHHHH YURI!!!!!!
I started falling asleep (it is 3:30 am here) towards the end so sorry for any mistakes and stuff I’ll fix them when my brains not silly and thinking of croissants. Hope you enjoyed Schmiles
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Chapter 3
Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader
Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
(This might suck idk. I don't know German so it's all Google translate)
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He hasn't left his room for a month. They kept him in their with the straitjacket on. His meals are just vitamins that he has to swallow. You would go in to check up on him, but new orders from the administrator's to not go near at all, so you pass by his room. You would peak through the little window and see him laying on his back with little no to motion on his arms or body entirely. His psychiatrist, Dr. Smith is the only that goes in there. They have sessions in his room instead of the usual spot they have it in.
She was pissed at everyone, specifically you. You are her punching bag, even though it was Ben's fault. "Why hasn't he been given his meds!" She yelled at you.
"We are not allowed to go i-" you tried to explain your her, but she could care less.
"You are his nurse right! Your job is to give him his meds! How did you graduate when you can't even do that!" She yelled at you.
You plead for her to listen to you "I'm sorry, Dr. Smith. I can't it's Mr. Millers orders. No one can go in except you because you are his psychiatrist."
So she strolled her way to the administrator's office.
Ignoring his assistant from telling her that she can't go in. Slaming the door open to see him sitting on his chair, writing whatever cral he writes on paper.
"Sarah calm down!"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous he is, and you want me to deal with him alone! On top of that the lack of guards is making my job harder!" Dr. Smith argued with a hand on her hips and her finger pointing towards Ben.
"Do you remeber when you wanted a nurse to look after him." She rolled her eyes. Yes, you, the nurse. "Do you have any idea how much money is going towards her. Triple the pay for looking after him."
Her hands swing in motion, showing her frustration. "She can't even do her fucking job Ben!"
"If she's alive, then she's doing her job well. What's making this hard, is you barging into my office and telling me what to do when you are the one demanding this." He stood up from his chair, fixing his navy tie. "We're loosing staff. People don't want to go near him. Gabriel is threatening to sue the company. Gaurds are quiting left and right so sorry that there aren't enough staff attending your needs."
She crossed her arms with an annoying sigh leaving her lips tinted with red lipstick. "Then hire more people, I don't see the problem?"
"Did you not hear what I said" he walked towards her, standing toe to toe to her. "Majority of our budget is going towards (Y/n). She's been here for two months now, lasting longer than any other nurses. We can't afford another hire with the same pay to deal with König. Besides he hasn't actually killed anyone in those two months, I'll take that than dealing with someone who has a broken jaw from a simple punch."
"Then ask for more money." She scuffed like if it was a joke she said.
He laughed at her face, "Do you think the government cares to fund more for this place, I already have the staff on my ass for new medical supplies, do you think they are gonna hand me the budget to hire someone with triple pay just because you are scared."
"Then fire (y/n) and hire a new guard, maybe someone with military experience."
"Why would I do that. You came into my office, spreaded your legs cause you were so desperate for a nurse and now you want me to fire her. She hasn't done anything in particularly wrong."
"She doesn't follow orders!"
"She does, you just make it difficult." He came in defense.
"Wasn't she trying to stop you from putting him into a straitjacket?" She smirked while her arms crossed at her chest.
"Yes, and she was right. Putting him in a straitjacket does nothing. He was fine it's just that..." he closed his eyes taking deep breath.
"Just what?" She came closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, gently caressing it.
He turned his head to her, he used to lovy dovey with her seduction, but now it's more annoyance. "Eli, the other guard, came to my office the other day and told me that Gabriel was provoking König."
She rolled her eyes, looking around his office. Paying attention to the paintings hanged up on the wall and the light objects he has on his desk. "Like what? Making fun of him? We all make fun the people here what else is new?"
"I don't know the full details, but that's what he told me." He sat a bit on his desk.
"Why does that matter?" She shook her head without a single thought in her brain.
"Gabriel is threatening to sue us. If we fight the legal action, we'll have to defend König. König, just like any other patient represent us, our care. If they find out that Gabriel was the one that caused this, making König the victim it doesn't look good after we placed him in the straitjacket. Like we silencing him out. It will ruin our reputation, we'll all loose our jobs and you fucked your way up here for nothing."
"But he harmed a worker, beside murdered multiple people." She let out a little chuckle, placing her hand on his chest.
He didn't give in, instead, he gave her a stare. "He's ex- military and as for you being his psychiatrist, you'll have to speak on behalf of him. Meaning that people will find out about you, how you never studied to become a doctor you fucked every professor you had to get your degree."
"What are you saying, Ben." Her smile dropped.
"I won't fire (Y/n). She stood up for König, making us look like we care about our patients. As for Gabriel, all he's asking is for some 20,000 thousand dollars, which we can easily give him worth than standing infront of the judge. Which means that we can't afford new guards for you. Besides they're taking off his straitjacket today, so stop being so scared and do your dam job."
"I still think you should fire, (Y/n) atleast." She hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'm not doing that. Beside she's the only staff that doesn't barge in here demanding stuff. She nice and sweet...." he looked down to the side, " and...young and beautiful. "
She let go of his waist, clenching her jaw. Yes, you being so beautiful. "So what? You want to fuck her? Is that it. Never head young pussy before?"
"You should leave, I have work to do and so do you. This discussion is over." He walked to his desk, sitting down on his chair, unbutton his last few buttons from his dark, navy, blazer.
She stormed off his office, angrly stomping on the white tile floors with her heels creating a louder noise.
You heard the word going around that their taking of his straitjacket, so you quickly gathered what you need to check him up. You saw as the guards took off. He let out a big stretched, flexing more of his muscles. It caused a scare to the guards like a lion letting out a roar.
You walked up to and saw more of his face. He stared at you.
He missed you. He never thought he would miss you. During that month of not seeing you was a time he contemplated about you. Are you made for him or not. He will shut his eyes and images of you will pop up. You smiling at him. Taking good care of him. Watching you squirm under him as you take his full length cock inside your pussy. He'll treat you with respect as long as you do what he says that's all. Seeing your belly swell up with his baby. Can't wait to fuck your tits filled with milk. Can't wait to impregnate you with multiple of his children, making one big happy family. How protective he'll be for his kids, for you. To stand up to the bullies, to show them not to be scared of anything. To hold them if they cry.
He should kill you for making him react this way. He should just kill you. You are just another nurse thinking they have control over him. He use to give orders to people, being the colonel and all, he got the respect he fought for, why does he feel weak around you. You are so sweet and joyful to him. If he was back in the field and saw you, would he kill you. Or maybe fuck you. Maybe that's it. He hasn't done it in so long, so long he hasn't touch a women. He should've just fucked one of the other nurses. Yes, maybe he should do that. Fuck a nurse, just to see. I mean what's the harm in that.
"Aah...yes. right there ngh.... yes...oh fuck that feels good."
The sound of König's footsteps were low that they couldn't hear over the sound of skin slapping against eachother. Watching a men fucking his girlfriend on his bed.
"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" Slaming her ass back and forth on his cock.
"Ah....a-aah....he-..he could barley...make me- fuck!..mmgh....wet." She grip the bedsheets hard while he kept pounding her.
No. No. He can't. Not you. He can't. He can't betray you like they did. He can't imagine the face you'll make if you know he fucked another girl. No he should be pure to you. You should be the only one he touches.
He needs you. Okay, it's done. He'll make you his and you'll love him. You'll love him and care for him. Rather you like him or not it's done.
You wrapped the cuff around his bicep and squeeze the bulb reading the numbers on the circle, writing it down. Doing the usual things you have studied for. As you were checking his heartbeat, he reached up which caused you to flinch a bit. His index finger, gently, caressing your cheek. Your back was turned to the guards, making it hard them to see what's going. You stared at him as he touched you with such charisma. His thumb reaching to your chin, hovering over your lips. He placed the tip of his thumb on your bottom lip, gently pulling it out a bit.
You shouldn't have this feeling at the pit of your stomach. You couldn't tell of you didn't smack his hand away because you are scared or because you enjoy it. You never had this much attention, not like this.
"I don't have time to argue with you (Y/n)! Go to your room!" The little girl tuged at her moms shirt.
"Where's daddy?" She felt tears running down her face as her mother poured more wine into her glass, already finishing up the fresh new bottle.
"(Y/n)! Seriously go to room! You are such a headache! Why couldn't your father take you with him! Nauseating!" She dranked the entire glass, slamming the cup on the table.
"Where's daddy?" She said one last time not letting go of her blanket. The same blanket her father got her when she told him she was cold.
"HE LEFT! HE LEFT US (Y/N)! LEFT US FOR THAT BITCH! AND NOW I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU. HE RUINED MY LIFE. I COULD'VE DONE SOOOO MANY THINGS! But no! I'm stuck to take care of a brat!"
He palmed your cheek, feeling your warmth. He went in closer to you. You could feel his hot breath, quicken as he got closer to your lips.
You pulled back, "I shouldn't- we shouldn't. I mean." You whispered to him.
"Mein liebling (my darling)." He whispered to you. The first time he spoke to you. You couldn't understand him, but he spoke to you. "Du bist mein (you are mine)." He pulled you closer to him, he didn't care if the guards were staring, if anything, he enjoys it. To show everyone that he is yours to touch. "Mein schatz (my sweetheart)," his lips were hovering yours, you felt a little tingle at how close he was.
You know this shouldn't happen. You turned your away from his. You walked back, feeling his grasp letting go. He stared at you witch a smile on his face. You saw the smile he gave you.
When your shift ended and went back to your apartment, the thoughts of what happened lingered into your mind.
That night, you couldn't sleep. He was in your dreams. What if you never pulled way. Were you really going to kiss him. You glazed over the parts where he touched you.
You searched the words he said to you to translate it. Sweetheart, darling, mine.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach again. You never felt so complicated before.
Having a crush on a patient.
You have a crush on König.
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jamespotterismydaddy · 11 months
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Short Skirts And Lacy Panties
modern!teacher!rhaenyra x reader smut
A/N: I’ve never written smut before so pls be nice to me also reader is 18 in this
TW: SMUT!!, spanking (like a lot), smacking tits, mommy kink, lots of degrading, rhae is like so mean and hot, inappropriate teacher/student relationship, theres probs more idk 
word count: 1,873 words
You could swear that she looks at you a little too long. Everyday when you walk into her class, you’re sure that she checks you out. Perhaps you’re on to something or perhaps your massive crush on your English teacher is clouding your judgement.
You decide to test out your theory of attraction when you show up to class one day with your uniform skirt rolled up and the top of your blouse unbuttoned. You walk into the classroom nervously as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, wondering if you should pull it down. You decide to be brave and walk past her desk with your head held high.
“Good morning, Mrs. Targaryen.” You greet her politely, as you do everyday and she looks up from her computer. If she is surprised, then her face doesn’t show it.
“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N.” Her eyes rake slowly over your figure but then she looks back at her computer, not sparing you another glance.
You’re slightly annoyed, thinking that you must’ve been wrong about her affections because when you go and sit in your seat, she practically ignores you for the rest of the class.
When the bell rings for lunch, you’re surprised when she calls you over to her desk.
“Yes, Ma’am?” You ask as the rest of the class filters out of the room.
“Roll your skirt down. If you come to class like that again, you will be… punished.” There is almost a lustful look in her eyes when she says the last word.
“S-sorry.” Your cheeks go pink as you roll your skirt back down and quickly walk out of the room.
Gods I must be crazy. You think to yourself but you know that she was looking at you with want. She had to be.
It’s a stupid idea, a very stupid idea when you decide to strut into her class the next day with your skirt rolled even shorter and the top two buttons of your blouse undone. But what's the worst that can happen? You may get detention if you’re unlucky but if you’re lucky… who knows?
You don’t acknowledge her as you walk in, instead moving to sit at your desk so that you don’t get caught out right away. When she begins teaching, her eyes zero in on you. You look down at your worksheet to avoid eye contact.
Rhaenyra thinks that you’re some kind of insolent brat, flaunting yourself to her like a little slut. She knows exactly what you are doing.
You bite at the tip of your pencil in a falsely innocent gesture as you pretend to focus on something on your page. Your legs spread ever so slightly in a way that could be perceived as entirely accidental. This gives her just the slightest glimpse of your lacy white panties.
She is appalled by your actions, she knows you’re trying to tease her and get a reaction and it is most definitely working. 
When class ends, you pack up slowly, allowing all the other students time to filter out of the classroom. She stops you before you can have a chance to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To lunch.” You say in a bratty tone, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“My office. Now.” 
You walk in front of her to her office and when you get in, she closes the door behind the both of you and locks it.
“Is something the matter, Mrs. Targaryen?” You ask with a sense of faux innocence as you bite your lip.
Her eyes sweep over you and your dangerously short skirt. She wants nothing more than to pin you up against the wall and rip that uniform off of you.
“You know exactly what the matter is, brat.” She looks at you sensually, a small smile growing on her lips. “You’ve been a dirty, naughty girl.” Your breath hitches in your throat.
“And how have I been dirty and naughty ma’am?” You feign innocence.
“You come into my classroom, trying to distract me with your blouse unbuttoned and those… cute little… white panties on display.” You walk over to her desk as she speaks and sit yourself on top of it.
“Ohh… these panties?” You ask, biting your lip as you spread your legs.
“Filthy, little whore.” She scoffs. “I think that you need to be punished.”
“Punished?” You ask, your voice sickeningly sweet.
“I’ll show you what happens to naughty little schoolgirls who flash their panties to their teacher.” She picks up a ruler. “Bend over the desk and flip your skirt up.”
“W-What?” You flush red, not really having expected that.
“You need to learn the consequences of your actions… what’s a better way than a good old fashioned spanking.” The lust is obvious in her eyes and the excitement starts to grow inside of you. “Don’t tell me that a brat like you has never had a good and proper spanking?”
“No I-I haven’t ma'am.”
“This’ll be a fun little first for you then.” She says and she is obviously becoming impatient as she grabs you roughly by the wrist and forces you to bend over the desk before flipping your skirt up.
You’re almost stunned into silence at this point as she runs her hand over your ass, rubbing the lace of your panties between her fingers. You feel her hand move away.
“Ah!” You let out a choked moan as she lays down the first swat with the ruler.
“Be quiet.” She scolds before she gives you a few more hard hits.
She spanks you for a little longer before throwing the ruler onto the desk next to you. She then begins to grope at your red ass before pulling your panties down.
“H-Hey!” You protest before the panties are shoved into your mouth.
“Naughty girls get spanked bare.” She says before giving you a sharp smack with her hand.
She then spreads your legs some more before swiping two fingers along your bare folds. You let out a muffled whimper.
“Gods, you’re fucking soaked.” Say says as she examines her fingers that are now dripping with your arousal. “What kind of slut gets this wet from her teacher spanking her?” You receive another harsh smack.
She spanks you twice before taking your panties out of your mouth. She sees that your eyes are watering.
“Oh my poor sweet girl. I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well.”
She drags her fingers along your wet slit, teasing you as she doesn’t quite touch you where you need it most.
“P-Please… mommy.” You beg, not meaning for the name to slip out.
“Aww do you need mommy to touch you more, princess?” She asks with a smirk.
“Yes.” You let out a high pitched whine as she pushes two fingers inside of you.
“Keep quiet. You wouldn’t want anyone hearing us now would you?”
You nod, trying not to moan as she curls her fingers inside of you, finding that rough spot.
“You like that. Don’t you, baby?” You let out a soft whimper in response and then you feel her hot tongue against you.
She rolls your clit between her fingers and her tongue thrusts in and out of you. You moan, louder than before and she immediately stops.
“N-No.” You whine.
“I told you to be quiet, brat.” 
She grabs you by the hair, yanking you up and off of the desk so you’re standing. She grabs your panties again and shoves them in your mouth.
“Perhaps you don’t want to cum. Is that why you disobey me?” She asks and you shake your head insistently. “Hmm… maybe you just need a little more punishment.” She begins to unbutton your blouse. She bites her lip when she notices your lack of a bra, feeling more aroused. “What a filthy little whore you are.”
She pinches at your nipple, causing you to groan through your panties before picking up her ruler. She smacks it against your tits a few times and your eyes well up with tears.
“Does that hurt, little girl?” You nod and she smiles, smacking your chest once more.
She walks over to sit in her chair, looking at you as you stand in front of her. Her pretty submissive girl. She is happy with her work, your tits now as rosy red as your bottom and tears in your eyes.
“Kneel.” She points at the floor in front of her. “You’ll have to earn it if you want to cum.”
You immediately kneel in front of her as she pulls off her panties. You spit out your own panties and get to work. You eat her pussy like a woman starved and you bring your hand up to rub her clit but she slaps it away.
“Make me cum with your tongue and your tongue only and then, you may have your release.”
“Yes, mommy.” You nod and go back to licking at her wet pussy feverishly.
Your tongue works at her clit as she grips at your hair. You can tell that she is close.
“Good fucking girl.” She says as she cums on your face and you lick up the residue. You sit there for a moment, panting as your lips shine with saliva and arousal.
“My turn?” You ask hopefully and she thinks for a moment before patting her leg.
“Ride my thigh.” You didn’t think you could blush any harder.
You do as she says, straddling her leg as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Your tongues dance together as you roll your hips against her. 
“Oh Gods.” You whimper like a bitch in heat as you grind your clit against the fabric of her dress.
It doesn’t take long for your peak to approach and you moan into her mouth.
“Mommy, please let me cum.” You beg her, writhing in her lap as you make a wet spot on her dress.
“Go ahead, princess. Cum.” 
Your orgasm crashes down on you and you literally ride out your high as your hips come to a staggering stop. She rubs your back as you bury your face in the crook of her neck.
“Good girl. You did good.” She coos.
She helps you up to stand as she begins to dress you. She buttons your blouse back up and zips your skirt but she pockets your panties.
“You come back after school and I'll have some aloe for your poor bottom and tits.” She says sweetly, like her words aren’t lewd.
“Can I um.. Have my panties?” You ask softly and she laughs.
“No, baby. It’s part of your punishment. Shouldn't have worn such a short skirt. You move the wrong way and you’ll not only flash someone your bare pussy but they’ll see your freshly spanked ass too.” You flush red. “Now run along or you’ll be late for math and then I'll have to spank you again for being tardy.” She teases.
“Yes, ma’am.” You look down at the floor. “See you after school.” You scurry out of her office and she smiles at the thought of your reddened bottom and your kiss-swollen lips.
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xdaddysprincessxx · 1 month
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Mine, All Mine
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Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader
Warnings: Noncon! Unclecest (they are not blood related!) virginity loss, p in v, heavy use of the word kiddo (idk it was doing it for me), filming, uhhh yea I don’t want to say too much so it doesn’t get spoiled. I’d say this is more on the dark side of things so be cautious, you are in charge of your own self and what you read. If it bothers you, stop reading it(:
A/n: this one’s for my love, @bonezone44 ! This literally came from a post they made lol also go check out their Uncle Ezra! It’s the best! (Also if you do/have read hers, maybe you’ll notice a lil Easter egg in mine lol) Enjoy babes! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!😘😘😘
Word count: 4222
Not edited or beta’d (Rad had looked over like half the story so I guess kinda beta’d lol)
It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.
You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.
Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.
“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”
You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.
“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.
Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,
“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.
“O-okay come in.”
“Come in what?”
“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.
“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”
He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.
“Whatcha watching kiddo?”
“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.
Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,
“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”
Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”
Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.
“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.
“S-stop please.”
Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.
“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”
Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.
You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,
“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.
Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.
It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.
“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.
“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”
“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.
Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,
“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.
Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,
“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”
“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.
“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.
“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.
“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”
He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.
“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,
“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.
Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.
“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.
“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”
Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.
“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.
Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.
“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.
Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”
“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.
The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.
“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”
You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.
Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.
A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.
“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.
“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.
Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.
He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.
Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.
“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”
Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.
“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”
He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.
“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“
White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.
“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”
Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.
He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,
“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”
Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.
“Stick out your tongue baby.”
You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.
With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.
He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.
“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”
You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.
“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”
You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.
Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours
“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”
Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.
Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”
He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.
He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.
“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.
You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,
“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”
Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.
Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.
“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”
His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.
“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”
You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.
Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.
You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.
He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.
“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”
He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.
Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”
You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”
Ezra smiles back and with that he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom.
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bratshaws · 1 year
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through the hourglass 3. brb x oc
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a/n: oh boy I wonder what the next chapter will be. because we are all thirsty
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff, Rooster thinks Bea is the sexiest woman alive and he's not wrong, SELF DOUBT ISSUES!
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
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The beach was beautiful even after such an intense downpour that lasted most of the day yesterday. It was hot and humid, perfect for a beach outing and Beatrice didn’t want to waste much time, in fact she didn’t want to waste any time at all in fears the weather would turn and they’d lose the sunlight.
She does put on a light dress on top of her bikini, walking out of the bathroom fully covered much to Roosters disappointment urging him to change as well. He put on the pink palm leaves swim shorts and one of his various Hawaiian shirts without the usual tee shirt underneath, golden skin peeking through the partially open collar as they walked out of their room to the beach.
They managed to find a perfect spot, even got a parasol and beach towels from the hotel, where they could sit down and enjoy the view.
Beatrice being the first one, since Rooster just pulled his shirt off and set it aside, pulling the elastic around his waist with a soft snap, lowering the sunglasses that were on top of his hair with a flick of his finger down his nose. He stood there, looking like Adonis personified with his hands on his hips as he took over the beach curiously. Beatrice had to stop drooling over her husband to eventually change…only to feel a bit self conscious because it was a brand new beach “Roos.” Her soft voice calls and he immediately snaps his head in her direction “Can you…”she gestures for him to step in front as a shield.
And he immediately does so, his broad frame hiding his shy wife’s body from the other beach goers. He hears the soft rustle of clothing, looking down to see she had removed her dress and was now wearing the lilac bikini, gently fixing the strap and panties on her body by sitting on her knees. He was mentally glad for the sunglasses because he didn’t want people to notice he was ogling his wife’s chest from above.
Beatrice was honestly too busy applying sunscreen to notice, at first, but the longer he stood there after she changed signaled that something was off. It took her one look down her chest to figure it out, “Rooster.” She admonishes with a smile, “You are awful.”
“Is it my fault that my wife looks amazing?” He replies, then he sits down next to her as she rubs sunscreen up and down her arms, dabbing little white dots on her face and nose only to repeat the process on her face.  She sighs once the cooling cream is spread over her face, opening her mouth towards Rooster who cuts her off with “I'll absolutely rub it on your back.” 
Bradley grabs the sunscreen bottle, gesturing to her with a little smile to turn around, squirting a generous amount into his palm once she does. He rubs his hands together and then watches as she pulls her hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t stick on the sunscreen once it’s on her back. She feels his hands spread it all over her back, smiling when she feels he’s done with it, his hands were big enough for him to cover her in at least two swipes. 
“There, all nice and protected.” He coos, kissing her cheek.
“Thank you Roos.” She says back, turning her head around to kiss his lips sweetly “Do you want me to put some on you?”
“Do you want me to put some on your ass?”
Both of them ask at the same time and give each other a wide eyed look that only breaks because of the quiet laughing coming from them, followed by Beatrice playfully shoving his shoulder “Later.” He perks up when she replies, letting her grab the sunscreen to cover his back and shoulders, the parts of him he couldn’t reach all the while he looked out at the water with his face neutral.
“You know,” he begins as Beatrice keeps on spreading sunscreen. “I used to be terrified of open waters as a child.”
“You did?” He nods “Why?”
It takes a few seconds but he replies “My dad.”
Her hand stops in the middle of his back, taking in his words and remembering how he explained his father died and his body was in the ocean. “Oh.” She whispers, returning to rubbing her hands over his broad back, chewing her lower lip as he continued.
“Fucking terrified me and we lived close to the beach, you can imagine how shitty that was.” He laughs dryly, then shakes his head “It took me some time to eventually get rid of the fear, the first time I entered the ocean after that I was in high school.”
Beatrice drops her hands from his back, his skin already absorbed the protecting lotion, sitting on her knees and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her chin on the trapezium “Do you want us to leave? I can understand if you do.”
Of course she would, he thought, the angel on earth that she was. “No, I’m fine.” He replies, kissing the back of her hand that was under his chin “As I said I’m a lot better. Plus I’ve never entered the Mediterranean Sea.”
Beatrice’s shoulders relaxed as he said that, the soft sea breeze touching their bodies as they looked to the water.  He was so strong, not only physically, but everything he’s been through…it wasn’t easy, it really wasn’t and he managed to overcome everything. He said he was proud of her every now and again, but she was proud of him too, even voicing it out loud for her husband's confused look “You’ve been through so much, Brad.” She whispers “And you overcame it.”
“After being kicked in the ass a few times.”
“Well,” she shrugs “That’s how you learn things, Brad. No one said dealing with shitty stuff is easy and goes smoothly.”
She had a point because of course she did, Beatrice and her magic of always knowing how to calm him down never ceases to amaze him. He chuckles softly, picking her left hand from under his chin to kiss her ring finger -right on top of her wedding band-  “You are right, of course you are right.”  he then sighs, leaning forward, “I’m going to jump in the water, wanna join me?”
Beatrice ponders for a second, “I think I’m going to sunbathe for a while, I need to stop being this pale, I look like a walking napkin.” he tsks when she says it, but does kiss her cheek before standing to his feet, wiping the sand on the back of his thighs after handing her his sunglasses..
“But I can see you blushing so nicely like that.” and at the very second he says that her cheeks flame up and she looks away from him. Bradley winks, walking backwards to the water as Beatrice watches with a little smile, pulling her knees up to her chest . He really was the tallest man in that place, even if she turned her head away she was sure she’d find him in the crowd.
She inhaled shakily, feeling her rolls touch her thick thighs as she tried to mentally prepare herself. She used a bikini with Rooster, in their house, in their safe space, showing it off on a beach she wasn’t familiar with - and that didn’t have people she knew besides her pilot - was a bit nerve wracking for her. “What the hell.” she whispered, “I’m a married woman now I shouldn’t be so worried.”
And yet, there she was, worried.
Her green eyes turned back to where she could see Rooster submerging into the waters, head popping out so he ran his fingers through his hair and turned to face Beatrice, giving her a brilliant smile. God he still gave her the butterflies. She smiled back, waving at him before slowly lowering her legs, to the beach towels, “I want a suntan and I’ll have a suntan. I’m thirty years old,” she murmured to herself, clenching her eyes when the goblin voice started chittering in the back of her brain, “I can do this.”
And so she carefully laid down onto the beach towel,her eyes watching how the parasol cut half of the sky but still gave her enough sunlight, “This is fine.” she whispered, sliding her sunglasses on, taking another deep breath, “This is super fine.” All she could hear were families laughing, kids screaming around happily and a few seagulls in the distance, but since it was October the beach had fewer people than in the summer months.
Beatrice inhaled the sea air,her own anxieties melting the longer she stayed there, lying on the comfortable beach towel and hearing the sounds around her. When she finally relaxed completely, she smiled, mentally proud of herself for what she was slowly accomplishing. It’s obvious that Rooster’s presence helped her whenever possible, his support was more than welcome, but she was happy that even without him close by she could fight her demons.
The warm Sicilian sun touched her skin like a blanket of warmth, a soft sigh going past her lips as she feels it on her front as she lies her legs down, arms to her sides, smiling peacefully at the feeling, only checking her phone to set the thirty minutes alarm so she could lie on her stomach once she’s done.
Beatrice only looked up after a few minutes of her alarm going off  to see Rooster coming out of the water. Honestly, if there was anyone else on this planet that could look that good while walking out of the water she couldn’t really believe it.
Rooster’s sun kissed skin was glistening, water droplets dripping down his arms and chest, swim trunks glued to his massive thighs and hiding nothing from her view. She pushed herself to her elbows, watching her handsome husband run his fingers through his hair again to push it off his forehead before he wiped his face in the same movement. 
When he noticed her looking he just sped up his step with a grin, avoiding the group of women that were currently ogling him– were they the same ladies from before? Beatrice felt like she knew them somehow.
But she shook it off when he stepped closer, “Hi, how was the water.” she asks while pulling a clean towel from the hotel bag and handing it to him. She loved how his hair got wavier whenever water touched it, almost curling a bit when he dried it off the best he could.
“It’s really great.” he says after dropping the towel to his shoulders with his chest heaving, “The water is so clean, I’ve never seen anything like it.” he thanks her when she hands his sunglasses back, pushing it up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, supporting his arms on his bent knees, “You going in?”
“Well,” she looks down at her skin, it was a bit warmer than before “I still have to suntan the other side.”
He immediately grinned, making a grabby motion to the sunscreen bottle, “Then I came back at the right time, gimme that.” Beatrice just laughed softly, eventually turning to lie on her stomach and supporting her upper body with her elbows, smiling up at him. Her husband however was too busy watching her ass jiggle a little bit as she settled herself, having to be poked to snap back into reality, “Sorry baby.” he isn’t sorry at all, “I got distracted.”
“Of course you did.” she giggles, watching him follow the same movements as before, squirting the lotion in his palms and then spreading all over her back, sometimes paying a lot of attention on her butt, something that Beatrice noticed and looked at him with her brow up, “Roos.”
“I have to make sure it doesn’t get sunburnt.” he chuckles, he could almost see the faint palm print on her left cheek when he rubs it, “I’d hate for you to get hurt because of that, honey.”
Honey.
Beatrice blushes immediately and the suntan does nothing to hide it, biting her lower lip in hopes it’d hide her smile and looking to the side instead. Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw the group of women again, not too far from where they were, two of them sending the two a look and only moving their gaze away when they noticed Beatrice was staring right back. “There you go.” he holds back the soft tap he’d give her butt, remembering there were families there and it wouldn’t be a good idea “Now you are done.”
Bea turns her head back to look up at him then curves her neck enough to have a better look at the sunscreen being slowly absorbed by her skin, “Thank you Roos.” she says, trying to forget the odd feeling the group of women gave her “Hopefully I can get out of here with tan lines.”
He inhales when she says that, then purses his lips with a smile, “I hope so too.” He then turns back to watch the ocean, his hair drying with the wind and going back to it’s usual sandy brown curls, “This is a great place.” Beatrice looks up at him with a little smile, “It’s so peaceful and so lively at the same time.”
Beatrice grins, almost proudly, lowering her cheek on top of her folded arms so her back tanned evenly, “It is, we are out of season too, so that also helps.” she took in a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut, “Can you wake me up after thirty minutes?”
He looks down at her briefly, then smiles, gently touching the side of her face with the back of his knuckles, “Sure, baby. Take your nap.” he smiles wider when he sees she’s already out cold. Bradley hums amusedly, focusing back on the coming waves and the people walking around, some dogs in the distance and a group of surfers that were trying to catch the high waves from afar.
His eyes stop at a little girl, alone in the sand wearing a swimsuit that looked a lot like his own swim trunks, her dark brown hair hidden by a light colored bucket hat - he couldn’t figure out in that distance - playing with a bucket. Bradley smiled, then looked around for a second to check if her parents were close by, he just noticed she wasn’t too far from where he and Beatrice were right now.
He was sure they were close, she wouldn’t be this relaxed if they weren’t, right? After all she was still playing peacefully, not an ounce of fear in her that he could see. When she lifted her head from the sand castle - she looked to be around three years old - she turned to face him and his smile dropped for a second. She looked extremely familiar and yet he couldn’t pinpoint why. With the big green eyes and brown hair peeking from under her bucket hat, she held up her yellow shovel and smiled a few toothed grin towards him.
Bradley smiles back, a bit confused but didn’t want to be impolite to a little child like that. The little girl giggles and the more he looks, the more he feels like he can recognize this little girl. He keeps on staring, only stopping when a lone grain of sand lands on his eye, “Ah!” he immediately drops his sunglasses to rub his eye, “Fuck.”
The sudden swearing snaps Beatrice out of her nap and she sits up on her knees, fully alert, “What? What’s happening?”
“Sand in my eye,” he groans, feeling that tiny grain rub against his inner lid like glass, “I can’t get it out.”
“Okay, okay, lower your hand,” he does and his wife cups his face in her hands, pulling the lower lid down just enough, some of his tears wedding her hand, “Okay, stop moving. I’m going to blow, okay?” He was about to make an innuendo joke, but didn't because the cool air hit his eye and he blinked rapidly, testing to check if it was gone, “So?”
Bradley blinks a bit more, “I think it’s gone.” he rubs his eye just to make sure, “Yeah it’s gone, thanks babe.” he laughs apologetically, “I don’t know how that little shit managed to get in my eye like that.”
Beatrice just smiles, kissing the bridge of his nose, “It’s alright, are you sure you are okay?” he nods, “Okay, let me know if it starts bothering you or anything,I might have something we can wash your eye with.” 
Bradley just thanked her, then turned to face the front again once his eye was no longer tingling with pain, furrowing his eyebrows when the little girl was there, except she wasn’t a brunette girl, she was blonde, a lighter blonde than Bianca with brown eyes and her father was picking her up and taking her away. He could swear she was a brunette with green eyes, “Roos?” he quickly takes his eyes away and towards Beatrice who was still sitting on her knees, “Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, just thought I saw something.” he shrugs, honestly unsure how to explain, it was probably just a trick of his eyes if he was completely honest. He could be very well mistaken. Beatrice hums but agrees with him before sitting down with her legs folded to her side, grabbing a water bottle and then offering it to him, “Thanks,babe.” 
Beatrice just smiles, then looks down at her bikini strap, gently peeling it off her skin to see if her tanning plans worked and with a delighted gasp, it sure did. She had very faint bikini lines! “It worked!” she laughs, “I’ve always wanted tanlines.”
Rooster, who now no longer was wondering if he was imagining little brunette children, was busy following the lighter colored line on her skin with his eyes as he chugged the water. Some of it eventually dribbled down his chin when he wasn’t paying attention, landing on the towel and a bit on his chest, but he just wiped it away before she could notice, “It looks…” really sexy “Great.”
Her little smile only made his heart flutter, “Well,since that’s already done I think I’m going to jump into the water.” she says sweetly, removing her sunglasses and setting it aside, “I’ll be really quick.” Beatrice just leans down to kiss his pouty lips, before subtly fixing the bottom of her bikini - which in turn showed more of the tanlines and he was about to lose his mind -  “Promise.”
“I know,gorgeous. Have fun,I’ll be right here.” he smiles, leaning on his hand as he watches her walk away, with his eyes dropping to her swaying hips and butt with a slow tilt of his head, “My God, that woman is going to kill me one of these days.” he laughs, closing the water bottle as Beatrice wanders into the water, not too deep but enough for the waves to hit her hips and thighs.
He was so focused on his wife he didn’t notice the group of women staring again, with one of them finally standing up and slowly approaching him. She clears her throat once, then twice, and only on the third attempt does he snap his gaze away from the vision that was his wife. He still has his chin on his hand when he turns his eyes to the woman, his brain cogs turning and letting him know that it was one of the ladies he saw in the hotel as he entered the elevator, “Uh…yes?”
“American?”
“...yes?”
“Oh, I thought I was imagining things,” her accent was clearly British, “It’s so odd to find someone who speaks English around here.” something about her sentence put him off and his eyebrows furrowed, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but, I saw you and your friend over there,” she gestures casually to the water, to where Beatrice currently was enjoying herself - and Rooster was missing it - while leaning forward just a bit, putting her hands on her knees and in turn the movement squished her breasts together “And, well, I was wondering if you could help me apply sunscreen? There are places I can’t reach.”
He didn’t know if there was a prank going on that he didn’t know or if this girl was truly serious. Not only she looked younger than he was, dare he say twenty? Twenty two at best? But she couldn’t not see the wedding band on his finger glinting under the sunlight. His eyes moved behind the sunglasses to the group of women, girls, who were looking over with amused smiles, “...wel, first of all she's not my friend, she’s my wife.” he corrects her, “And secondly, you have friends, you don’t need me.”
“Well,” she laughs softly, tucking her hair behind her ear and being obviously flirty, “Their hands are a bit small.”
He claps his hands once, annoyance slowly rising to the surface as he pulls the towel off his shoulder and stands up, “You know what, I can’t, I gotta be with my wife.” he shrugs with his lips into his mouth in an ‘oh well’ expression, with the girl clearly staring at him with surprise, “And you know, stay close to her, because she’s my wife.”
“Well, you don’t have to stay close to her all the time,right?” she chuckles, “She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”
His smile immediately drops and his eyebrows furrow by the way she says it. It’s one thing to hear from Beatrice she doesn’t think she’s good enough to be with him because of her body - even though her progress has been more than amazing - but to hear from someone else? Oh, now he was pissed, “...listen.” he begins, “...I don’t know how you can’t see, just by the way I’m standing here,that I’m clearly not interested on what you are offering, but I am also starting to get irritated because of how you are referring to my girl.”
“I’m just saying–”
“I know exactly what you're saying,” his smile is short and sarcastic, “And I didn’t ask for your opinion. Now go back to your friends.” 
He leaves the girl standing there, mouth gaping open and watching him with wide eyes as he walks away with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Beatrice still had her back to him so she didn’t see the whole ordeal that happened. What is up with people?? He really couldn’t figure out if people were just bold or stupid…or bold and stupid. This isn’t the first time someone refers to Beatrice as just a random companion to him, as a tagalong that shouldn’t be there in the first place. 
He stepped into the water like he was stomping concrete, approaching Beatrice who turned around just in time, “Hi!” she says sweetly and his anger immediately dissipates, “I was just about to call you in.”
“Were you?” he grins, placing his hands on her hips and leaning down to peck her lips “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” nevermind the distance between them was less than extreme, “I missed you too.”
He chuckles, kissing her lips again, then the tip of her nose, “You look really good.” he whispers on her skin, pulling back to see her big eyes blinking up at him in surprise, “You really look, so good Bea.” and he’d repeat it as many times as necessary, because it was the truth.
His wife was a bit surprised, but the surprise dissipated into amusement and she laughed gently, cupping his face, “Well, you look really good too.” she says, grabbing his hand “I want to go deeper into the water but I don’t want to go alone so–”
“I’ll protect you, gorgeous. Don’t worry.” he smiles more, kissing the top of her head. It when they are wading deeper into the water that his thoughts shift to a sudden realization:
They hadn’t consummated their marriage yet.
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nirikeehan · 1 year
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Happy Friday!!! I'm sure you can writing some soul killing angst 🤣 "Taking the blame" - Thalia/Blackwall
I sure did! I added Cullen/Thalia to the mix and a tiny bit of Cassandra, too. A direct continuation of this trainwreck that I started last week. Love triangle drama!
IDK if I stuck the landing on this one, but oh well, I got Cullen to punch Blackwall and that's the important thing.
For @dadrunkwriting and @badthingshappenbingo
WC: 1853
Series: Dragon Age: Inquisition
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She sits alone in the war room, watching the slanted sunlight creep across the floor. 
“Inquisitor?” Cullen’s voice, from the hall. 
Thalia starts, thinks absurdly of hiding under the table, but the heavy wooden door swings open and the Commander pokes his head through. He spots her immediately, slips in through the narrow space. “There you are. Josephine’s been trying to locate you all afternoon. We’ve no meeting today, but there’s a number of reports that need your…” 
He trails off, getting a good look at her face. His brow creases. “Are you all right?” 
She must look a fright. The skin around her eyes feels hot and puffy. Her eyes itch from crying. Her red hair is gathered low at the nape of her neck, a poor show for someone of her calibre, but this morning her wrist throbbed when she tried to do one of her usual elaborate plaits. She swallows and averts her gaze. “I’m fine.” 
Cullen wavers in the doorway. His hand moves to the hilt of his sword, as if he could use it to slash at her emotional distress. “I’ll tell her it can wait.” 
“Good. Thanks.” Her voice is faint. Her head pounds with humiliation.
The door closes. She waits to hear the heavy tread of his boots recede. Instead, they move toward her. She looks up; he’s pulling out a chair, sitting beside her. Her chest tightens. He’s so handsome in the soft glow of the afternoon light, hazel eyes soft with concern, that it’s difficult to look at him.
“Would you like to talk about it?” he asks quietly. 
“Not really.” She stares at the map spread across the table before them. So many tokens laid across the map, each representing obstacles she had tried her best to overcome. “I’m just wondering where I went wrong.” 
“With what?” he asks, though she suspects he knows. She’d spied him in the crowd at the judgment, way in the back, wearing a grim expression. 
“Thom Rainier.” The name scalds her tongue.
Cullen’s face hardens. “You showed him great mercy. If he cannot handle it, that’s his problem.” 
Thalia snorts. Leave it to Cullen to have such a straightforward view. “Did he have a point, I wonder?”
“About?” 
“He called me corrupt. A criminal. Just like him.” 
Cullen narrows his eyes. “Thalia, with all due respect— I don’t think you ought to pay such prattle any mind. He was goading you. Trying to drag you down to his level. That’s how men like Rainier operate.”
“Men like Rainier.” Everything about the distinction feels foreign. 
“Bruisers. Thugs. Men who’ll do anything if the price is right.” 
He’s not like that at all, she wants to say, chest tight. He’s noble and good, I know he is, I just don’t understand why he’s so intent upon proving otherwise.
“Do you think I did the right thing, freeing him?” Thalia asks quietly. 
“That’s not for me to say.” Cullen’s response is immediate, voice resolute. She forgets, sometimes, how much of his life he has spent answering to others.
“It is, though.” Thalia shifts in her seat, fixing him with a stern look. “You’re one of my top advisors. I take input from you every day.” 
“I think…” He pauses, eyes skittering across the wide, worn map. “I think nothing was going to stop you from giving him another chance, whether he deserves it or not.” Cullen locks his gaze on hers, fierce and electric. “What Rainier chooses to do with it now is up to him.” 
Thalia’s heart thumps. She feels self-conscious, this close to him, alone. Something between them has been intensifying since that terrible night in Val Royeaux. She’d opened the door in the jail and there he stood, ready to fix this, whatever the cost. He rode all night. Left as soon as he heard, Josephine told her later, Thalia’s mouth open in a tiny o of surprise. 
“Thank you, Cullen.” The gratitude wells in her. He’s been here all along, unwavering, despite fighting demons of his own. She smiles, painful at it is against her chapped lips. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 
He clears his throat. Is the color rising in his cheeks? “You’re the Inquisitor. You’d be fine, I expect.” 
She shakes her head. “No, I’m serious. I don’t think I’d’ve got this far if I didn’t have you. Your support. I just… I wanted to thank you.” Maker, now she’s blushing. The war room has gone terribly hot. 
He reaches over and takes her hand. Stunned, Thalia stares, then slowly lets her fingers thread through his. He wears soft, downy gloves, and she wishes he might remove them, so that she would feel his skin on hers. 
She twinges her wrist, and pain reverberates up her arm. She winces. 
“What?” Alarmed, Cullen loosens his grip. “I’m sorry, did I—?” 
“No, no, it’s nothing,” Thalia says. “Don’t worry about it.” 
But he’s watching her with careful eyes, measuring the way she’s holding her arm. He’s a warrior, no stranger to injury. He leans forward and gently slides up the sleeve of her cobalt blue tunic, revealing beneath the ring of grey bruises. He studies them, turning her hand over to get a better look. 
“Did he do this?” Cullen asks in a low voice, devoid of tenderness.
Thalia shivers and pulls away. “Cullen…” 
“Did he do this?” Urgent now, sharp and dangerous. 
Thalia presses her lips together, swallows the affirmative. Cullen’s face changes from open and expressive to the visage she spied on the night Haven fell, and at the battle for Adamant. The corner of his lip by his scar twitches. All at once he’s on his feet, he’s storming away, to the heavy wooden door and out into the corridor. 
“Cullen. Cullen, wait!” Thalia dashes after him, panic seizing her. 
She doesn’t know what he’ll do, but she feels the promise of it welling around her, threatening to shatter the brittle peace that has gripped Skyhold. By the hole in the stone hallway, she grabs his elbow. “It was me. It’s my fault. I tried— I was so angry, and I tried to strike him—”
Cullen whirls on her. “And so that justifies hurting you? A man three times your size?” He shakes his head, lets out a wry laugh. “There are a dozen ways he could have deflected a blow without leaving bruises, Thalia.” 
He sidesteps her grip, as if to prove his point, and keeps walking. His strides are long and sure, and she’s left scrambling to keep up. “Cullen, please. You don’t understand.” 
“Oh, I understand perfectly.” 
The door to Josephine’s office lies open, and mercifully she is not present. In the light cast from the fireplace, Thalia again reaches for his arm. “Cullen, please, where are you going?” She fears she already knows, and that she won’t be able to stop him. 
“I need to have a word with Rainier.” 
She shakes her head frantically. “Please don’t. Please. You’re just going to make it worse.”
“How can it be worse?” He takes her gently by the shoulders, bends down slightly to look her in the face. “Listen to me, Thalia. None of this is your fault.” She sees every facet of his hazel eyes; this close, they look flecked with gold. “You have done nothing but give that man grace, and all he’s done is spit it back at you. That ends now.” 
Cullen releases her, leaving the impression of warmth on her skin. He strides out into the Main Hall, and Thalia follows him. There’s no other way. If she thought she could run down a secret stairwell and beat him outside, she would, but there’s no time. 
Everyone sees: the visiting dignitaries, the soldiers on watch, the servants and the refugees looking for a meal, Varric snug in his seat at his writing table, watching over the top of the manuscript he’s proofreading. Vivienne stands at the balcony above, one hand curling on the balustrade. They all see the Commander marching through the hall, face stony with determination, and the Inquisitor running shortly behind in a panic. 
The cold outside air hits them. Cullen does not even slow. Down the stairs, past the landing, deftly dodging a masked Orlesian admiring the view. Thalia is right behind him, eyes darting about, praying she might spot Blackwall first. She could run to the barn and warn him — and then what?
Cullen reaches the grass of the upper courtyard. When the Commander arrives, people stop what they are doing and stand to attention. He’s been counting on this, it’s clear. He searches the crowd, looking into the eyes of soldiers and citizens alike. He raises his voice, projects with authority. “Have any of you seen Thom Rainier?”
“Er, he went into the tavern a little while ago, Commander,” says Scout Harding, from her usual resting spot near its entrance. Her green-eyed gaze travels from Cullen to Thalia, and the pleasant expression freezes on her face. Her brows furrow, as if aware she may have made a mistake, but not sure why. By the training dummies, Cassandra and the Iron Bull abandon their battle stances, straighten, and stare. 
“Cullen,” Thalia tries once more. “Please. Leave it alone.” 
He turns to her, and she thinks that perhaps she’s finally gotten through to him. 
The door to Herald’s Rest opens, and Blackwall steps out, head ducked to clear the low threshold. Cullen steps forward, jaw set. “Hey, Rainier.” 
Blackwall looks up, and Cullen punches him in the mouth. 
Thalia gasps. Blackwall’s head snaps back. He rocks on his heels from the blow, recovers, and faces front, strands of hair knocked loose into his face. Blood drips from his lower lip as he fixes Cullen a look of icy hatred. The courtyard is silent.
“Touch her again,” Cullen says, “and I’ll drag you back down to the dungeons myself. Is that understood?” 
Blackwall turns his head and spits blood-tinged saliva into the grass. He straightens, eyes narrowed. “Yes, ser.” His voice is steely, unyielding. 
“Good.” Cullen turns on his heels and walks away. 
Blackwall wipes his mouth with the back of his gauntlet, squares his shoulders, and returns to the tavern. 
The people frozen in the courtyard begin to thaw. Heart thudding, Thalia tries to rush forward, but someone grabs her arm. Cassandra is by her side, a grim expression on her face. “I wouldn’t.”
“But—” Thalia shakes herself away. “I’ve got to talk to him.”
“Who?” Cassandra arches a brow.
“Blackwall. Cullen.” Thalia huffs. “Both of them.”
“Inquisitor,” Cassandra says, exasperated, “were you never taught not to kick a hornet’s nest?”
Thalia swallows hard. “Cullen, he… he shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, he should not have.” Cassandra fixes her with a shrewd eye. “But I have never known him to act without cause.” 
Thalia chews her lip.
“You ought to go get some rest, Inquisitor.” Cassandra’s gaze travels over the courtyard, at the spectators awaiting any sign of an encore. She angles Thalia toward the respite of the keep. “It has been a trying few weeks for us all.” 
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swampstew · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗(No pressure to do this! 🖤)
Oh thank you anon ~ this is so delightful♥ I think I did something similar before but I will def do it again :) Thank you for spreading some self-love on self-care sunday, I hope you get yourself a treat for being a wonderful bean♥
What’s the Magic Word? - My original self-insert story about a Witch aligned with the Straw Hat Pirates who finds herself temporarily allying with the Kid Pirates in order to reunite with her crew. I felt like a lot of fics I read at the time about Eustass Kid were pretty dark (which I love reading don't get me wrong) but I noticed a lack in stories where a character could be a part of the crew where they weren't coerced or kidnapped by the crew first. So I wanted to take an approach where a character is forced to be with them by outside influences, and how Kid and the crew would react and handle that. Plus it felt fun putting in a type of character that has not been confirmed canon in the series, despite the jokes that Dr. Kureha is a witch, which I lowkey buy but until its confirmed I don't think there are any witch characters full stop. This story is centered between Kid and Rowena and how they spend the 2 year time skip together.
Turn Back Time - This was originally meant to be an reader insert AU where the characters were relatable enough that anyone could envision themselves as the characters, but doing Y/N - especially on a book as long as this one turned out to be - didn't sit well with me and so I gave them names, and after putting so much love and effort into them and their backgrounds, they became more based off my own personal experiences. In fact, Andrea and Candy are loosely based off myself and my childhood best friend! Again, I wanted to take a different approach on how Kid and the Kid Pirates interact with people who don't mock or insult them, and now this story is more about what it would be like to be on the crew itself, in addition to the romantic relationships between the OCs and the crew. It has been a lot of fun not only bringing these OCs to life, but also bringing the crew itself to life - even if most of how I write them is entirely based on personal headcanons, I do my best to align each character up to as much canon information as we get from them.
At First Sight - this was a one shot that turned into a mini-series and I surprised myself with how much I packed into it. Originally a stand-alone porn trope collaboration story, I've put a lot of love into this one to create a fun story where the reader is the main character and the reader gets to learn who they really are at the same pace as the Kid Pirates. This is a story where the reader gets to meet and sail with the Kid Pirates under amicable circumstances but its not without tension, angst, smut, and violence. My first Y/N story that is 2 chapters away from completion!!
KillerCook - I saw a hot dude make brownies on Instagram and thought ‘what if Killer.’ That’s it. I feel like I managed to create an authentic social media experience that readers can visualize as they read, and I think that's neat! Plus its fun to see the crew in a modern setting just hanging out and doing fun things. Plus plus, I felt like Killer really deserved his own fic♥
Captain_CumShot - I'll be honest, I've never used OnlyFans so this was a real shot in the dark but I'm grateful to my beloved mutual (idk if you wanted to be tagged in this but you know who you are) who was able to guide me so I could create another modern social media fic that was true to how a real OF account experience would feel like. This fic is 100% to sexualize the Captain of the Kid Pirates because he would irl undoubtedly have an account where all he has to do is show dick and get paid for it. Easy money, easy life!
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"Stop Yelling at me!" -Bailey
Tw for... Idk what to put it down as. 13yo Bailey gets into a big fight with her mom and Things are Said that can't quite be taken back.
"I can't believe this. You know I expect better from you, don't you?" Mom's eyes were on the road, but her attention was clearly split, one hand on the wheel, the other in the air as she spoke.
You shouldn't, Bailey thought sourly.
"I mean, they're talking about suspending you! You're gonna get kicked out of school at this rate, and that's gonna screw up your whole life." Mom blew a short breath out of her nose. She really was steamed, and Bailey knew this was just starting. "Your actions have consequences, and it's important you know that!"
"They started it," Bailey protested. "If anything, I'm the consequences!"
"Oh no," Mom replied, voice tense and sharp, index finger raised warningly. "Do not start backsassing me now, sister. You're in serious trouble."
Bailey folded her arms and leaned against the door of her mom's pickup, the spiked shoulders on her jacket poking uncomfortably at her face.
"Sit up straight and behave," Mom snapped. "You're the one who took the first swing! You're the one who needs to get your temper under control! You were in the wrong and you need to face that."
"They deserved it," Bailey muttered. "You weren't there. You didn't hear what they were saying about Gavin."
"Stop talking under your breath," Mom continued. "You're acting like a child."
Bailey wanted to scream. Stop yelling at me and just listen!
"I just don't understand what your problem is," Mom carried on. "I know I raised you better than this!"
"My problem?" Bailey twisted in the seat to face her mother, temper flaring. "What's yours?"
The tires screeched as Mom pulled over to the side of the road, both hands gripping the wheel in a white-knuckle hold. "Excuse me?"
Bailey flinched and shrank back. "...Sorry. I didn't mean that." A lie. "I got mad and it just came out."
Mom growled under her breath and closed her eyes, visibly counting back from ten. After a long, tense moment, she opened them again. "You're grounded. For two months."
Bailey's jaw dropped open. "Summer break starts in three weeks!"
Mom's eyebrows shot up. "You wanna go for three? Be glad this is all I'm doing. You broke that poor boy's nose!"
"I was defending my friend!"
"Violently." Mom's glare was stony. "I need you to be better, Bailey. Who's gonna take care of this family when I'm gone?"
Bailey stiffened. "...Mom, don't talk like that. Please."
Mom spread her hands. "It's gonna happen eventually, honey. You know my health isn't great. I'm doing my best, but I'm not gonna last forever. And your sister..." Mom trailed off. "God knows I love that girl, but sometimes I worry that she has too much of her birthparents in her. You've seen how she leans on everyone else, how much help she needs." Mom reached out and cupped the side of Bailey's face. "But you? You're self-sufficient and stubborn, just like I was when I was growing up. You can be someone for your siblings and your dad to lean on one day. I know you have that strength in you."
Bailey glanced down to where her mother's thumb lay against her cheekbone. "Mom, I..." She closed her eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. "...I'll try, I guess."
"Thank you," Mom replied, drawing her hand away and pulling back onto the road.
Bailey pulled her headphones out of her pocket, and neither one spoke for the rest of the drive.
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bestfluteninja · 3 years
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🙃😔😶😑
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buckysbabygorl · 3 years
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Hello! Idk if you’re currently accepting requests right now and if you aren’t, feel free to ignore or delete this! If you are, I would like to request a fluff oneshot with the reader (who possesses the ability to fly with wings) is practicing with their ability outside of the avengers compound one afternoon and standing in the field is Bucky, just watching them with pure adoration. 🥺
I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS REQUEST 😭
Flight Risk
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
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“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Y/N fell once again as she took lift off.
At least she had manage a few feet this time.
Holy hell was this hard.
She looked to the clouds from her position in the grass, admiring the fluffy clusters above her. When she was younger, her mother told her they were made of the fallen feathers of angel wings, accumulating in soft mounds throughout the sky.
She reached to touch the end of her own wings, though they weren’t white, she liked to think that’s what the clouds above her felt like.
She knew they didn’t, in fact they didn’t feel like anything. Just cold, moist. Or so she had been told. She hadn’t felt them herself yet.
Her wings hadn’t been operational that long ago: DNA splicing experimentation and strenuous surgery had only produced these miraculous appendages on a  whim, she had been the only successful subject. There could have been more, but thankfully the Avengers stepped in once hearing that Zola’s previous experimentation had influenced a small group of mad scientists to use similar technologies. Kidnapping thousands of travellers throughout the decades and only recently been finding themselves successful in their results. They attempted to give people gills, fins, horns, hooves... and in Y/N’s case, wings.
They couldn’t send Y/N back into society; they knew she wouldn’t be accepted or be able to live a normal life. She was free to return to civillian life if she chose, but the team made her aware that she was more than welcome to join them.
So she did.
She surprisingly had proved herself to be a usefull asset, wings aside. She was strong, fast, cunning, high above the rest (both literally and metaphorically). She was a superhero now.
But unfortunately, she had no capabality of flying.
“I can teach you,” Sam said, “It’s not that difficult.”
“Your wings don’t count,” Y/N said, “Yours are mechnical. Mine are natural.”
“Well, as natural as science experiments can be.” Bruce said.
“Shut it,” she teased.
Technology aside, Sam had seemed like the only one with somewhat similar experiences to teach her some minor details.
He gave her the basics, but she was alone now.
Huffing, she lifted herself from the ground and dusted her clothes off. She shook out her wings, adjusting her shirt so that they didn’t bunch at the shoulders.
“Come on, you got this. Just bend, brace, expand, flap--”
She tried again, shooting up with wings narrowed. She then unfurled them as she rose higher into the air, but as another gust of wind came she found herself faltering and tumbling back down.
Bucky took out his earbuds as he jogged by. He hadn’t noticed her before, adjusting to the early morning hadn’t left him very observant of his surroundings. He watched as her wings spread, her eyes on the sky above. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she struggled to stay up, frustration scrunching her face.
“You okay? He called out.
She rested her hands on her knees, looking up at the voice. A small smile breaking her thoughts as she realized who it was.
“Yeah.” She called back.
He jogged to her place in the open field, slowing as he neared her and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Flight practice?” He asked.
“Not really,” she said as she crossed her legs, “It’s more ‘breaking for impact’ practice at this point.”
He laughed softly, bending to sit beside her as she checked her knees for scrapes.
“I take it Sam didn’t really give you the best advice.” He said, reaching out to run his thumb over a small bruise on her shin.
She sighed, “Well his heart’s in the right place but--we’ve got different mechanics. I don’t think he can relate to this. Not that many people can...”
She ran the back of her hand along the length of her wings, flicking upwards as she reached their soft end point.
Bucky admired the light brown color of her wings, reminding him of the sparrows that sometimes stopped on the windowsill of his bedroom. 
He was never really subtle with his staring, Sam had actually labelled it as his biggest problem. She wasn’t an exception to that; he often found his eyes chasing after her as she exited rooms, her expansive wings encompassing her figure. 
“One day she’s gonna catch you staring,” Sam warned, “you better hope she doesn’t kick your ass. She could get the wrong idea...”
Bucky didn’t like that her phrased it that way; as if he was gawking at her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was some freak, or a circus sideshow. It was more like... admiration.
She was beautiful.
He thought she was beautiful.
If anyone had taken a glimpse into his mind, it would be easy to understand that he wasn’t looking only because the wings were breathtaking, he felt she was too.
“Can I?” He asked.
His hand was held out in a loose open palm, just above the bed of feathers.
She nodded, and he ran his knuckles slowly along the length in the same way she had before.
They tickled slightly, the nerve endings in his fingers seemed to buzz. His hand shook slightly as he flicked upwards at the point, and she giggled quietly.
“It tickles when you do it.” She said.
He smiled, “Same here.”
He gently picked at blades of grass that had stuck to her wings,  “How long have you been out here?”
She looked up at the sun, noting its change in height.
“A few hours I think. I didn’t want anyone to see.”
“Well, sorry for the intrusion then.” 
She shrugged, “It’s alright. I like having you around.”
A blush creeped up his cheeks, and he ducked his head more, pretending to really focus on pulling out grass.
“So--uh, where do you think you’re going wrong?”
She chuckled at his bluntness, only further embarrassing Bucky.
“I don’t know. In my lift off I can’t make it stick. It just doesn’t feel natural.”
“Alright”, Bucky wasn’t sure how to help her, it wasn’t like he had any personal experience himself. “Well, what does feel natural?”
“What do you mean?”
He leaned back to lie on the grass, hands cradling his head as he looked up.
“I guess--I mean, when you look at birds, they just start flapping. That’s natural for them. Humans don’t fly; Sam’s wings are mechanical…”
Y/N realized early on in their relationship that Bucky had a tendency to ramble; though he liked when others were “to the point”, he lacked that quality himself. But she knew if she was patient, he’d get there eventually. And truthfully, she quite enjoyed listening to his tangents.
“...so Sam’s advice is based off what the wings are designed to do. Maybe you need to try testing it out the natural way. Move your wings in a way that feels right. Does that make sense?”
No, it didn’t.
But she smiled anyway, “Kind of. Like, don’t think about it and see where my body takes me?”
He chuckled, “That’s a weird way to phrase it, but yeah, something like that.”
Suddenly she stood up, making Bucky jump slightly.
She was no longer looking at him, only closing her eyes and expanding her wings.
He liked that she was a “0 to 100” type of person, out of nowhere she’d get an idea and then it was all action.
She let the wind ripple through her feathers, and she tried to gauge the current off her wings.
Don’t think about it… what feels right?
She couldn’t put it into words; but as she focused on her surroundings, feeling the breeze… some kind of instinct came over her.
Wait…
Bucky intently watched as she inhaled; steading herself as her wings unfurled.
Wait…
As the sun gleamed behind her, leaving him completely consumed in her shadow. 
It was breathtaking.
Her eyes snapped open.
Now.
The sudden flap of her wings threw Bucky back, the hard beat shooting her upwards and leaving him in the grass.
Each stride she took was with purpose, and before they knew it she was flying higher than she ever had before.
Bucky stood, laughing and smiling in awe as she soared along the current.
The wind roared in her ears, so loud she could barely hear her own laughter.
She was amazed, she was flying.
She let the wind pull her, ducking her wings and shooting off in another direction.
Bucky spun around in circles as she flew around him, trying to catch her figure against the blinding sunlight.
He was dizzy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself. He cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice, “You’re flying!” He screamed.
“I’m fucking flying!” She screamed back.
Just wait ‘til Sam saw this.
But then she got cocky, dipping further than she should’ve.
She caught a draft that clipped her wing.
It was too late to catch herself before she was fluttering to the ground.
“Shit!” She screamed.
“Shit.” Bucky muttered.
He started running in her direction, arms reaching out like he was catching a football.
“I’ve got you,” he cried, “I’ve got you!”
He caught her just in time, bracing for impact as they both crashed into the ground.
Hair windswept and cheeks red, Y/N screamed out in happiness.
“Oh my god, did you see that? Did you see me?”
He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head as she dramatically recounted the experience, his arms firmly holding her against him.
“And then I was like whoosh and the wind came and it was like AHH and then--”
She was cut off by his lips on hers.
His lips were soft, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a gruff man…
Her eyes closed and she pressed further into him, deepening the kiss.
He pulled away, leaving her more shocked than the flight had.
“I’m sorry,” He started, “It’s just--”
He looked into her eyes, unable to explain it all. How could he? She was just...
“--I think you’re amazing.”
She smiled back at him, “Oh I’ll show you amazing.”
Her hands wrapped around his collar as she pulled him back in for another kiss.
Bucky would have to remind himself to interrupt flight practice more often...
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I hope you enjoyed @halietigges this request was so fun to make!
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missmonsters2 · 3 years
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I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!
I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).
message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪
Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO
Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺
I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.
What's One Little Kiss Between Friends
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"Where's Natasha?"
You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?
"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.
You frowned.
Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.
But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'
As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.
You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.
"Where you going?" Bucky asked
"To find Nat."
"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.
"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.
"What? How?"
"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.
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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.
You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.
You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.
"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.
"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.
"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.
"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.
Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.
"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.
"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.
Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."
You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.
You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.
"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."
No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.
You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.
"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.
You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.
"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.
The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.
When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"
Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?
"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."
What the fuck was she saying.
You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."
That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."
You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.
"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.
It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.
"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"
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selfcarecap · 3 years
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I’ll Show You [m.j]
pairing: MJ x reader, MJ x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x reader? (barely)
summary: When your best friend MJ reveals quite a significant detail about her relationship with her boyfriend, you decide to take matters into your own hands… (literally)
warnings: smut, cheating but only kind of (this is fanfiction and does not necessarily represent my irl views lmaoshsksjshh💀) sarcastic reader (towards Peter) idk, weed, mentions of underage drinking (under 21 but they’re at least 18), brief arguing lol
word count: 2.9k
-this is a repost of an old fic-
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Music thrums softly against the door as your head falls onto MJ’s shoulder, giggling amongst yourselves while all the other people at the party are getting loud. You’re just high. Much better.
Even Peter and Ned are part of the people with red cups in their hands, although they’re not as extreme as most other guys at college. It’s still illegal for them to drink and they’ve told you about how that makes them feel bad.
You, too, only drink rarely but there was that one time Peter accidentally took a sip of your rum and coca cola and it’s been his favourite drink ever since. But with that Spider-Man metabolism he’s sober after about twenty minutes before he drinks again and feels different for a few minutes only to have to drink again.
They’re all dizzy and dancing, all over the place. You and your best friend MJ prefer the laid back act of smoking weed.
The four of you, MJ with her boyfriend Peter, Ned, and you only go to parties every so often and only when all four of you are in the mood. Today is one of those nights. Even if the two pairs of you have completely different definitions of partying and having fun. And that’s okay.
You and MJ talk about the most pointless things in the safety of some guy named Chad’s bedroom - at least that’s what the sign on the door says, no one has complained about you two being here.
“How often do you and Peter have sex?”
You just put the question out there, not meaning to make MJ shift as uncomfortably as she suddenly does.
“You don’t have to answer, I was just thinking - how amazing would an orgasm be while high?” You spread your fingers in the air, holding your hand up high just to emphasise how amazing you think it would feel.
“I wouldn’t know.” She smiles from beside you on the bed.
“Huh? Oh, you mean an orgasm while high? Me neither.”
“No I mean um.. an orgasm.”
“You what?” You purse your lips and look at her incredulously, “So you mean Peter-”
“You what?” You purse your lips and look at her incredulously, “So you mean Peter-”
“Wouldn’t be of use in that department.” She finishes your sentence.
You’re a mixture of confused, amused, shocked... sad?
Her and Peter have been together for what? Two years and he‘s never made her orgasm? Peter seems like the first person to want to make his girlfriend feel good, you know he never did anything before being with MJ but you were sure he seemed like the type who is eager to learn…
“So it’s just him? I mean you’ve still got your own hands though, right?” Your hand slides down your belly, under your jeans and MJ playfully slaps your arm with a laugh.
“Noo! I don’t do that, I’ve got Peter!”
“Yeah, well, he’s not really doing the job, is he?” Your hand comes to rest against your cheek, holding you up as you lie down next to MJ, facing her with a curious look as she bites her lip.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with masturbating especially if your boyfriend isn’t competent enough.”
“I know but sex with him still feels very good, who knows maybe I’ve had an orgasm before.” She shrugs.
“If you’ve had an orgasm you would know for sure - it’s amazing. So what’s up with Peter? Does he know or do you fake it?” She shrugs again, still seeming too happy and indifferent for someone who’s aware that they’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm.
She remembers how they had their first few times.
After it stopped hurting for her, Peter would always ask if she came and when she said no he would feel bad, attempting and failing to make her come. So eventually MJ just faked it because he was too adorably frustrated that he couldn’t bring her the pleasure she deserved.
And so it just continued. And after months and months it would have been too awkward to tell the truth all of a sudden, also because MJ never had any valid reason to lie and it‘s not like Peter‘s an asshole who doesn‘t care.
“I love him and I know that he loves me and like I said it does feel good. It’s enough for me, really, I’m not some kind of sex-crazed person, you know?”
“Neither am I and I still masturbate but okay… But what about equality, MJ? Thought you’d be the first to demand an orgasm if that’s what you give him?” You smile and with that you’ve got her. She doesn’t add to the topic any further and you go back to your previous conversations.
Though after a while MJ notices how you’re being all pouty and rather low-spirited. You’re usually all giggly and happy when you two get high.
“You okay? Is this the usual stuff?” MJ nudges your leg with hers.
“Yeah, yeah. Just kind of sad that you’ve never had an orgasm. Also a little mad at Peter.”
What she says next surprises you;
“I mean it’s never too late to start… But part of the problem is that I don’t even know what to tell him. I’ve never done anything myself and have no idea what feels good enough to.. you know.”
You don’t hesitate before saying it: “I could help you.”
MJ is silent for a few seconds. “No that.. that wouldn’t be right without Peter.”
“But would you want me to?”
She nods shyly and bites her lip as you scoot closer to her.
“I’m sure Peter won’t mind. You know with the relationship between you and me, the history and everything.”
(Mj has no clue what you’re talking about - she’s known Peter longer than she’s known you but she’ll take it.)
“I’ll go ask him, okay?” You hold your finger up signalling MJ to wait here and you’re out of the room before she can interject.
MJ thinks of following you but even though she’s a little worried how this whole situation will seem in front of Peter, MJ wants it, and she trusts her best friend and waits for you on the bed.
-
You find Peter downstairs after about five minutes, him and Ned and some other college guys you don’t know are having a Just Dance competition, a red cup in his hands but he seems very reliable and aware, sober enough for you to ask and get a proper answer.
“Uh hey Peter,” He turns around, greeting you with a smile, “You mind if I show your girl some fun?”
“You two smoking again?” You nod and bite your lip, thinking about MJ waiting for you upstairs.
“Yeah no problem, do whatever you want, just stay safe - where are you just so you know where to find you?”
“Last bedroom on the right, I believe it’s Chad’s room or something.”
“Okay see you later, say hi to her from me, have fun.” He smiles one last time before going back to his dancing competition with Ned.
Oh you will.
You run up the stairs and to the bathroom to give yourself a quick glance in the mirror.
Your eye make-up is a little smudged but with a few wipes it’s back to being nearly flawless.
You give your hair a few tugs and scrunches, turning and looking at your own reflection over your shoulder. You look good.
Your eyes are still a bit red despite not feeling high anymore. You’re completely sobered up at the thought of what’s about to happen.
You wonder for a moment whether MJ is only doing this because she’s high and can’t think straight, but you’ll just make sure to talk to her.
After washing your hands, you hurry back to the room to find MJ with her legs pulled up to her chest, a finger nervously between her teeth.
“Did you find him?”
“Yes he’s totally cool with it, just like I thought.”
The tension leaves her shoulders and she smiles, making room for you on the bed.
“Just one last question. Are you too high to consent?”
“No, not at all to be honest. Not any more. I want to do this but only if you do too, but you don’t have to do this just because you feel bad for me.”
“I’m not doing this because I feel bad for you, but because you deserve to feel good. And if I can help you then I‘m more than happy to do so.”
She automatically spreads her legs when you sit down in front of her.
“Also, I don’t want to promise that I’ll make you cum because I’ve never been with a girl. But I think it’s easier for me than for Peter because I know what everything feels like and I’ll gladly try.” Your hands stroke along her bare legs, and you’re happy she wore a skirt to the party for once.
You’re not sure what’s appropriate in this situation, so your hands and your lips stay at her legs, pushing her skirt higher and peppering her inner thighs with kisses and flicks of your tongue.
“Just think about something that sexually excites you,” you tell her and she nods, closing her eyes, “You wanna tell me? You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want this to come across as weird but.. this is quite exciting,” she nervously fiddles with the hem of her skirt but you’re quick to reassure her, “It’s not weird. I think so too.”
And with that she finally relaxes into the large pillows behind her and you lift one of her legs over your shoulder, moving closer between her legs.
As she drags her skirt up to her waist, she also pulls her red shirt up to reveal her bare chest.
“No bra? I like that.” You smile and she laughs.
You move up to lick her nipples, knowing how much that can add to someone’s pleasure and she gasps at the wetness of your mouth against her, breathing hard now.
“Okay okay, I’m turned on enough now you can..” she smiles, telling you it’s enough foreplay and when your fingers wander to her panties you can already feel how wet she is, proud of yourself as you wonder if Peter’s ever made her feel this good.
Although you’d love to tease her some more, you also just want to make MJ feel good and your fingers start trailing up and down the front of her panties, and it’s like you can feel her flooding her underwear at your touch.
You decide to pull her panties off her legs completely and she’s nearly so wet that it looks like she’s already cum.
You gather some of the wetness with your finger and start circling her clit and her legs around your head twitch.
She’s already squirming with just your finger touching her, you decide to pull away and instead both your fingers spread her lips and your tongue presses against her clit instead.
“Fuck MJ, you taste really good,” you hear a swallowed moan from above you and you tell her she can be loud to which she responds with the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard.
You try flicking, sucking, swirling your tongue at her clit, and once you move your tongue in a circular motion her whole body jerks forward, so you stay with that.
“Fuck that feels good”
“Yeah, you close?” You pause for only a second before going back to making her feel good.
“I think so, don’t stop.”
Your tongue continues working her over and as her legs tense and her eyes squeeze shut, you can tell she’s there. You watch her as she comes undone on your tongue, and you’re grateful for every second of pleasure you get to give her.
You don’t stop until she’s pushing your head away, out of breath.
“Sorry, just wanted your first orgasm to be amazing.”
“Fuck, it was, that really was fucking amazing”, she breathes.
“Wanna go again?” And with how you look between her legs, and how good you’ve made her feel, and it didn’t even take you more than five minutes, she definitely wants to go again.
-
“Hey Ned, mind if I go and look for MJ and Y/N, see where they are?”
But Ned is preoccupied, celebrating his third win of the Just Dance competition so Peter pats him on the shoulder and makes his way up to the room you’d told Peter you and MJ were smoking in.
He finds a room at the end of the hall with a sign saying ‘Chad’ on it and pushes the door open.
“Hey I thought I‘d just come check on you tw-”
He stops at the sight. You’re lying between his girlfriend’s legs, your tongue inside of her and her hands tugging at your hair.
“Uh, what the fuck I-” But he’s at loss for words.
MJ pulls her skirt down, covering absolutely nothing, and opens her mouth but you beat her to it.
“You said it was okay so don’t look like you’ve just witnessed a murder and also can you shut the fucking door!” You shout, already seeing anger on his stupidly surprised face.
“What you said was that you two were going to have fun and when I asked if you were smoking you said yes I assumed you meant that!” His arms flail around as he points at you, at MJ, then at himself.
“You said stay safe and then have fun and I assumed that was an allusion to sex!”
“What no, I meant because you were smoking!”
Of course you’re aware of your vagueness when you first talked to Peter. But he’s mad and MJ looks more than terrified and you can feel your own blood boiling so you bring up the topic that really matters.
“Peter, you can’t be mad at me when I just gave poor MJ her very first orgasm!” you reason and for the first time since he’s come in the room he doesn’t look like he’s about to kill you for making his girlfriend have an orgasm (which was ridiculous to begin with).
“What no I-” He doesn’t believe you at first but then he looks at MJ, sees her (not justified) guilty expression, and realises he’s fucked up.
“So we’ve been together for two years and you’ve been lying to me this whole time! Why would you do that?” And he’s mad again.
“Hey don’t give MJ shit for your lack of skill!”
For the first time MJ chimes in. “Sex isn’t all that important in our relationship and you do put in an effort and I appreciate it. It just isn’t enough but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“My feelings? What, I feel like the biggest asshole. I’ve been getting off all this time and you didn’t even say anything - wow - I’m so stupid.” For the first time tonight you agree with what Peter’s saying, “I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention to you. I was so sure that your orgasms were real…” He looks at the floor and although you’re still proud that you could give MJ what he couldn’t, you let his hurt and sad puppy look get to you and stand up, slapping his chest lightly.
“Stop moping and come here. It’s not too late to learn, Parker. I’ll show you,” you pull him down onto the bed to join you and his girlfriend.
MJ sits up, still worried.
“We’re good, right?” MJ asks. She just got eaten out by someone who is not her boyfriend so you guess the question is rather valid, but you roll your eyes anyway.
“Of course, I mean I should be asking you that, I’m the one who fucked up.”
“You have a lot to make up for,” MJ looks at you while she talks to Peter and you nod, letting her know what she’s saying is right, “But yes we’re good, I love you.”
“I love you.”
You watch them kiss and see his eyebrows furrow at the new taste on MJ’s lips. He doesn’t say anything but with his advanced senses he smells the same between MJ’s legs and on your face and he really wishes he’d been there to see what you two got up to.
*
You’re more than proud to say that you made MJ come in less than half of the time Peter took.
You say goodbye to both of them as they seem to want a bit of alone time, but you’ll always know you made MJ come first.
She smooths down her skirt and stands up with you, shutting the door behind her so that Peter can’t hear you two talking in the hallway.
“Thanks for today, I’ll have to repay you sometime,” she whispers to you with a knowing smirk before she slips back into the room to return to her boyfriend.
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Un(holy) Trinity
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Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki
Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?) 
Word count: 4.1k
Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah
also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post
This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here 
Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1
Twelve days.
Twelve days since you lost your virginity.
Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less. 
The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God? 
You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed. 
As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right? 
Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he  felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.
Yeah right. 
Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word. 
In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape. 
You could only dream of being so lucky. 
“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.” 
We?
The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.” 
He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.” 
Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” 
“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice. 
You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further.  “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist. 
“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you. 
Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.” 
Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter. 
You should have lied. 
“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.” 
“Dabi, I have to leave.”
“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.” 
Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them. 
“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t. 
Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.” 
Wrong choice of words. 
“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller. 
“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.” 
His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi. 
”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette. 
“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration. 
“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief. 
Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them. 
You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck. 
Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”
Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.
“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.
“Who?” 
“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper. 
“Better.” 
Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you. 
“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles. 
Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.
“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”
“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating. 
Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly. 
Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.
“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.
Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”
You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”
Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.
“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.
The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.
“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately. 
“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.
“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.
“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.
Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”
You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.
“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.
“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.  
“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.
 “I said in a minute.  Not my fault you can’t last.”
It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”
“Anything! Touya-nii please!”
“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.
Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.
Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted.  Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.
“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off
“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.
“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”
“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.
 “You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.
“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch. 
Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. 
Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.
Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle. 
You feel so full. 
Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.
He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation. 
It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel. 
“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”
Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.
“All of it down your throat.”
It’s okay though.
If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there. 
He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.
“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you.  What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said 
“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”
It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.
You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.
“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.
“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”
You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder
.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”
The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.
“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.
You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.
“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”
When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”
“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied
“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”  
You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”
His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.
You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank. 
“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.
“Yeah thanks sweetness.”  Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants
Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.
Wait a minute. 
It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you. 
“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be. 
Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”
Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”
“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.
“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.
Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.  “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”
“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.
 “Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”
“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.
“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”
“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.
“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”
You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.
Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.
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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll
( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)
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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned
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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”
She ran up to you and hugged you.
“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.
“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.
She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”
“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.
“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”
A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.
“Fine, ” he said.
Toga squealed and hugged him.
“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”
She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”
“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.
“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.
“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.
Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.
“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”
You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”
“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.
Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.
“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”
“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”
Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”
“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”
He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.
You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.
With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.
“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.
“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.
“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.
He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.
“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.
He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.
“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.
“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.
“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.
You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.
“Fuck, ” he whispered.
He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.
“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.
“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.
“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”
“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.
“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”
The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.
He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.
“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.
“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.
You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”
“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”
You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.
“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.
“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.
You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.
“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”
“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.
“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”
“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”
“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”
He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
He grabbed your hands and pulled away.
“No, ” he whispered.
You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”
“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.
“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”
Your eyes widened, “what?”
“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”
“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”
He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”
“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”
He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.
“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.
You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.
“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.
Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.
He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.
“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.
“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.
You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.
“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.
This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.
“Good boy, ” you whispered.
He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”
You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.
“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.
“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”
He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.
“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”
He nodded.
You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”
He nodded frantically.
“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.
He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”
You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.
His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.
“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”
“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”
He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.
“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”
He nodded.
“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.
He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.
“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.
He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.
“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.
“Feels good, ” he whispered.
You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.
“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.
He cried out whimpering.
“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”
“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.
“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”
“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”
He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.
“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.
He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.
“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.
You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.
“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.
You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”
He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.
Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.
“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.
You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.
He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.
“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”
He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.
“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.
His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.
“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”
He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”
“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”
He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.
“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.
He nodded, trying to compose himself.
“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.
He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”
You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.
He bit his lip.
“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”
He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”
“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”
His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.
“Thank you, ” he whispered.
You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”
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falcqns · 3 years
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so beautiful to me
pairing: baby daddy!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader
summary: despite being broken up and coparenting, Chris still want to show you how much he loves you.
warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff.
a/n: kind of like the chris version of Harper?? idk?? based of my night with my baby daddy bc he’s been trying to win me back and it’s working 😭🥺 hope you enjoy!
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you’d had a rough day. you'd had to take over jobs that weren't yours at work, you got into a fight with your best friend because you couldn't go out tonight, and your most recent date had been awful because you "weren't up to the guys standards." you were done with everyone and everything, and on top of that, you had to hand your daughter over to her father for the weekend.
Chris could tell something was off from the moment he opened the door. you looked on the verge of tears, and he knew passing little May off definitely wasn’t helping.
he pulled you inside with him, and he took May from your arms. she was set on the ground, and was immediately greeted by Dodger. he wrapped his arms around you, and waited. sure enough, he felt wet tears soak his shirt a few seconds later, and he stood firm, holding you in the hug he knew you desperately needed.
“are you okay?” he asked, and you shook your head.
“i’ve had a god awful day and on top of that i have to leave her for the weekend. i’m not saying that you don’t deserve to have her because you do and you’re an amazing father i just wish-“ you started, but was cut off when Chris picked May up and led you and her into the living room.
“stay here. i’m sure May would love to have both her parents in one place for a few days,” he reasoned and you nodded.
“thank you.” you whispered, and Chris lifted your chin with his fingers. “you’re welcome.” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you felt a warmth spread through your body, and a pull you hadn’t felt in months, a pull to be held and loved by him.
Chris seemed to feel it too, and he pulled you back into a hug, his hands tangling in your hair. you inhaled the familiar and homey scent of Chris, and felt all you stress melt away.
after a few minutes, May became impatient and hungry, and you two pulled apart. he told you to sit on the couch with May and watch tv while he made dinner.
you could see in the reflection of the glass that Chris would glance over at the two of you with a smile while he cooked, and it made you hopeful.
you didn’t want to get your hopes up, and everything turn bad once more, but you still loved him. you’d never denied that, even through the breakup, but you both thought it would be better if you were split up.
he called you to the dinner table, and you gasped when you saw he made your favourite dinner with your favourite side dishes. you felt your cheeks heat up when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek before lifting May into her high chair.
you guys sat down to eat, and he asked you what's wrong.
you shrugged. "just a rough day at work," you lied. he looked like he didn't believe it, but didn't push.
"anything I can do to help?" he asked. you shook your head.
you loved that about him. he could tell when you needed him to fix something completely or when you just needed advice, or even when you just needed someone to comfort you and listen.
you watched in amazement as he told you to go relax, and he cleaned up dinner. you took May into the living room and turned on a show. you dozed off a little while later, and when you woke up, the living room was dark, and you could hear Chris upstairs.
he came down. few minutes later, and smiled when he realized you were awake. you looked around for your daughter, and your heart rate sped up when you realized that she wasn't there.
"where's May?" you asked, and Chris walked over, and held his hand out for you. "she's been bathed and put to bed. she's snoozing away with Dodger right now." he said as he helped you up, and wrapped his arms around you.
"lets go to bed, okay?" he suggested, and you nodded, leaning into him a little bit. "okay," you whispered out, and Chris smiled into your hair.
he led you up the stairs and into the familiar bedroom. you didn't have any clothes so Chris gave you one of his shirts to wear. you'd just walked into the bathroom when you realized that you didn't have any toiletries. Chris walked back in and smiled when he saw your confused face.
"here," he said, and led you over to one of the drawers. when you opened it, it was full of all your toiletries. "I always keep some of yours here just in case you need them," he said, and you blinked, and realized you had tears in your eyes. you turned to face him and his brows furrowed in confusion.
you threw your hands around his neck and sobbed into his chest. "t-thank you," you sobbed out, and Chris chuckled, before wrapping his arms around you to soothe you. he lifted you up, and sat you on the counter, before pulling away slightly, and making eye contact with you.
"what's really going on?" he asked in a soft voice, his thumbs rubbing the tear soaked skin of your cheeks.
your chin trembled, and you finally told him what was wrong. when you got to the part about 'not being up to your dates standards', he scoffed.
his eyes drifted down to your lips, and stayed locked there while he spoke. "that's insane. you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. even when you were crying and cursing me out during labor," you laughed at that. "you were still the most beautiful girl in the world to me. you still are, and you always will be." he said, and nudged your nose with his, giving you butterfly kisses.
"I know we're not together anymore, but I still love you. so so much. if you let me, I'll show you how truly beautiful I find you. would you let me?" he whispered, his eyes still locked on your lips.
your breathing became heavier. you didn't exactly know what he meant by 'showing how truly beautiful he finds you,' but you were eager to find out, no matter what it ended up being. you looked up at him and nodded. a smirk spread on his luscious lips, and he bent down and pressed his against yours.
you moaned into the kiss, and Chris's hands traveled from your face, down your sides, and onto your thighs. he gripped your body, and lifted you up. he carried you into his room, and laid you on his bed, all without breaking the kiss.
once your back touched the bed, he hovered over you, and broke the kiss for only a moment. he turned his face slightly, and pressed his lips back to yours, his tongue sliding over yours. his lips left your mouth, and left a trail of wet kissed down your neck, that caused you to arch your back and moan. as he reached the top of your (his) shirt, and stopped and crouched in between your legs.
he lifted them over his shoulder, and pressed wet kisses to the baby soft skin he found there, not breaking eye contact with you.
"let me make you feel good?" he asked, and you nodded, your breaths quickening. he smiled, and pressed kisses from your knee up until his nose reached the soaked fabric of your underwear. he pressed a kiss to your centre, and smiled when you squirmed above him.
he looped his fingers into the elastic of your underwear, and pulled them down your legs. when he made eye contact with you again, his eyes were darkened with lust. he pressed kissed up your slit before his lips attached themselves to your clit and you grasped his head with a cry.
“fuck!” you exclaimed, your legs falling slack as he continued his attack on your pussy. you felt one of his fingers pressing at your entranced, before sliding in. he rubbed your walls with his finger before sliding another in. once your body was used to it, he arched his fingers up and rubbed your g spot.
you cried out as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you that night. you lose count after 3, and eventually passed out from the sheer force of your last one.
when you woke up the next morning, you were curled up in Chris's arms, your head on his chest. you moved slightly to get a good look at his face, and your shuffling woke him up.
he gave you a smile, and you returned it.
"I've missed waking up like this." you said, and Chris nodded in agreement.
"so have i. I've missed you so much, I just didn't know how much until I saw how upset you were last night." he said, and you snuggled in closer to him, relishing in the quiet morning before May would wake up.
"thank you for making me feel better." you said, and you pressed a kiss to his lips. Chris deepened the kiss, and rolled you on your back.
he broke the kiss and looked in your eyes. "I can do it again if you promise you'll give us a second chance,"
you smiled as warmth spread through your belly at his words. "of course. I love you too much to let you go again."
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taglist:
all:
@kpopgirlbtssvt @nerdypinupcrystal @sohoseb
@bieberhoodforever @est19xxshit
Chris Evans:
@anna-bailey @talksoprettyjjx
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barbiegirldream · 2 years
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Cause i’m feeling like it and Ciara is a friend and seeing slander and misinfo is always annoying. Let’s go through @twifox-the-queer’s fun little analysis of Ciara they so helpfully put in a google doc 
-No one has to know what Hermitcraft or anything off the DSMP is if they don’t want to. However DSMP fans across the board have often faced unwarrented negativity from Hermitcraft stans if you’re wondering where we’re coming from
-She absolutely knows what SBI is and who’s in it what? 
-Absolutely wrong she can for sure have crit of Dream he hasn’t done anything worth even wondering about lately. And it’s tiring as hell to rehash old drama that was either fake in the first place or apologized for. 
-Yeah I think Ciara can actually tell the difference between the Florida Man and the green murder guy she just happens to like them both a lot. 
-Again no one has to care at all about other forms of Minecraft content. That’s just quite simply not how things work.
-You seem to actually have an issue with the idea that people outside of the Dream Team can be worthy of crit so I don’t see how this is a problem on her. Go look in the Dream neg tag if that would make you feel better I guess. 
-Superiority or inferiority pick one pls. Anyways weird how you go on and on about mental health and neurodivergent and never once stopped to think of her in any way but neurotypical. and this isn’t criticism what you’re doing btw just so you know
-You’re literally just making stuff up at this point. No one defends everything Dream has said and done not even Dream. You have constructed a narrative in your head and with no evidence are trying to impose the caricature of what you believe a toxic Dream stan to be on the blog of the day you think harassing is okay 
-She actually likes Techno so no fucking clue where you got any of that from. 
-you quite simply defined empathy here so not sure if you really even bothered to google stuff
-Fun thing about fiction you don’t have to care that the bad guy is the bad guy. You know the Avengers? remember when Loki killed all those people? I thought it was great and funny and he was the best. No one would have called me a idk hostile takeover mass murderer apologist? Like you need to think about the terms you are using and the context you are using them in. It is absolutely inappropriate to call someone a real life abuse apologist because you personally can’t handle differing opinions about a fictional media. She can say c!Dream is the hero of the story and that he’s done no wrong ever and you can shut the fuck up and get over it, it doesn’t effect you in anyway. 
-No one is being called a freakshow for mental illness it’s for things like starting drama for no reason other than to be annoying... kinda like you’re doing now. Someone starting a spectacle for attention. if you were offended you could say something. but like dude ableism is not when someone on the internet calls you out for being weird towards them. 
-The kys jokes she makes with her friends are quite simply none of your business grow up a little 
-Please for the love of god do not throw around terms like that when you clearly do not know what they mean. As someone who does suffer from intense paranoia and derealization sometimes her blog is fine everything is taggable she’s completely open to tagging. You are spreading dangerous misinfo by just adding buzzwords in here 
-not sure why you added stuff about the lore onto this incredibly inappropriate call out doc but sure let’s go with it you straight up disproved everything you said about the sympathy thing right here so A+
Anyways all in all you should really sit down and think about what you’re doing here. It’s not healthy. I’m all done interacting here but I hope you take some of this to heart and hopefully move on to other things to occupy your time.
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