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Just a Harmless Memory (Part 1)

While stuck in the human realm, a conversation about one of Luz’s plushies makes Amity reluctantly open up about a bad memory from her childhood. Now Luz is determined to help give her some of the fun and affection she was deprived of.

Hey everyone! This fic is angsty, but it is sandwiched between Lumity fluff. Content warnings for emotional abuse and abelism.

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

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Amity was kissing Luz, and somehow, she wasn’t surprised by that fact. Somehow, beyond all reasoning, she had gotten to the point where feeling her girlfriend’s lips against hers, her warm hands gently cradling her face, had become normal.

It was funny to think that the first few times they had gotten more exploratory with their kisses, Amity had accidentally nipped Luz with her fangs. When she drew blood she had felt so bad that she had been reluctant to try again for a while. But Luz had insisted they would work it out, and they did. Now, kissing Luz was always something safe, easy, and oh so wonderful.

Luz was playing with one of her ears while they kissed, knowing that it was a ticklish spot and making it flutter outside of Amity’s control. In retaliation, Amity fixed her with a mischievous stare, then pushed her onto the bed. Luz giggled as she dramatically flopped backward, throwing her arms around Amity’s neck and pulling the witch down with her.

Amity landed awkwardly on top of her girlfriend, and Luz’s breath rushed out of her lungs with an “Oof” sound.

“Sorry! Are you okay?” Amity asked, hurriedly sitting up.

“Hermosa, I have a cotton candy haired goddess on top of me. I am perfect.”

Amity flushed, hating that she could actively feel the heat rising to her face. Why did Luz have to be so ridiculously smooth and romantic? Despite Luz’s assurance, she adjusted her position, propping herself up on her elbows and then preparing to meet her girlfriend’s lips once again.

“Wait, wait!” Luz cried out, and Amity pulled back.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I’m crushing Sir Roary!”

“What?”

Luz pulled a sparkly purple plush dragon from underneath her and gave it a quick kiss and a pat as she set it gently to the side. Amity had seen this dragon plenty of times before; it always had a place near Luz’s pillow during the day, and once she even caught Luz giving it a kiss. But this was the first time she heard its name. “Sir Roary?”

“Oh come on, I named him when I was six!”

She’d had this plushie since she was six? Certainly it was very tattered; the stuffing all collected in the middle rather than spread out evenly, making its legs pathetically floppy. Its wings still had some remaining golden sparkles, but a lot had rubbed off, revealing plain black beneath. Amity hadn’t known it was possible to have a plushie long enough that it could get so worn.

“My dad got him for me! I used to think dragons were real, and…oh, well I guess they are real. But back then I thought they were real in the human realm, and a kid told me they weren’t. I asked Papá and he told me that sometimes even if something is fiction, it can make real life more meaningful. That if we didn’t have fantasy stories, humans wouldn’t be able to live. And then the next day he got Sir Roary for me.” Luz laughed. “Of course, dragons being physically real is way cooler, but…it meant a lot to me. He made me feel like my stories and things weren’t stupid. Even if they were just pretend.”

Amity had been given toys. Several. One, even, by her dad. But Luz still had hers…

Luz smiled, presumably at the memory she was thinking in her head. “Anyway, sorry I’m rambling.”

Amity looked at her tenderly. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I like hearing about your past.”

Luz cuddled Sir Roary close to her chest, leaning down to give him a kiss and then pausing to sniff with a frown on her face. “Oof, I think he might need to go in the wash, though.”

Her face was adorably scrunched up, looking at Sir Roary with affectionate disgust, and Amity took the moment of distraction as a chance to playfully tackle her, pinning her down and showering her face with kisses.

“Amity!” Luz laughed. “That’s not fair!”

“Sorry, mi tesoro but…estoy loco por ti.” Amity stumbled over the words, blushing and hoping that she had them right. She had figured out that Gus wasn’t the most ideal of teachers about human language, and had been using more reliable sources of late.

Luz’s eyes all but physically sparkled. “Amity…did you just call me tu tesoro?”

“Yes, I…I hope that’s a normal term of endearment this time?”

Luz’s cheeks darkened. “Tú también eres mi tesoro.”

Amity slid her hands into Luz’s soft brown curls. She had liked Luz’s hair before, but ever since she had started to let it fall naturally in thick waves, Amity had been captivated, and didn’t understand why she hadn’t always had it like this.

Luz made a cute little hum as they settled into slower, deep kisses, and Amity somehow flushed deeper at the sound. How was Luz this cute? Every time their lips touched, she melted further into the sensation, getting lost in the warmth and comfort, the bad feelings forgotten.

After a good while, the two pulled apart, Amity brushing away the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. She tucked her head against Luz’s chest and Luz cradled her, fingers gently running through her hair.

It was moments like these when Amity could feel entirely safe and content. Luz, so chaotic and accident-prone in her typical movements, was always incredibly tender when she touched Amity, and the softest of scratches against Amity’s scalp had her shivering.

As a child, Willow was the only one in Amity’s life who hugged her with any sort of frequency. There might be a rare hug from Ed or Em after a particularly bad day with weapons testing, but nothing that could ever be expected. After her friendship with Willow was destroyed, Amity had learned to live without physical affection, and the idea of it became awkward and uncomfortable.

Luz’s first few hugs had caught her by surprise, even scared her. But as she grew to trust the energetic girl, Amity had begun to remember just how nice it felt to be hugged, and had even started to tentatively reach for affection from Luz on her own. The first time she caught herself reaching for Luz unprompted, she had been ashamed. Blights weren’t supposed to be so needy; if anyone noticed how clingy she acted, she would be revealed as a weakling.

She never thought she’d reach a point where she could not only hug, but kiss and cuddle Luz every day, a point where if she were to reach for Luz’s hand, or lift her head for a kiss, Luz would give it to her, with no hesitation or judgment.

Though, somewhere at the hidden edges of her mind, edges that Amity had done her best to shove and fold further and further back, she couldn’t help that old fear. That somehow, one day, she would mess this up, and Luz would push her away and fix her with that awful, familiar disappointed stare.

Amity wished these feelings would vanish; she knew Luz cared about her, but Amity wasn’t the only voice in her head. There was another voice, a sharp, smug, critical voice, one that had been growing duller and duller of late but still made appearances. Seeing Luz’s stuffed dragon had awakened that voice, reminding her of that one terrible night; one that shouldn’t have stuck out to her so intensely given all the far worse things that had happened to her, but remained, somehow, sharp where other memories had mysteriously faded or vanished.

She opened her eyes, looking at the plushie that sat next to Luz. “Does your mom know you still have Sir Roary?”

“Hmm?” said Luz, continuing to gently massage Amity’s scalp. “Of course.”

Of course. It had been a silly question. Camila came in here; she would have seen. And Amity knew how kind Camila was. But still…of course. Like the idea of hiding something like that was out of the question.

“She even helped make a little storybook about him. Papá helped come up with the story, and mapá did little illustrations.” She laughed. “I remember being so proud to write my name on the cover.”

“That sounds…really nice.”

“Yeah…Did you have any favorite toys?”

Amity’s smile faded. “Yes. I did.”

Luz gasped, shaking her hands vigorously before dutifully returning to Amity’s hair. “Oh my gosh, what were their names? What kind of animal? Do you still have any? Tell me all the lore and backstories!”

“I…I don’t remember very well. I didn’t get to have them as long as you.”

Luz once again paused in playing with Amity’s hair, though this time not out of excitement, but concern. There was a long silence, and Amity knew she was waiting for a response, but Amity didn’t know what she was supposed to say. She didn’t like that she had somehow fallen into such a conversation.

Finally, Luz asked, “Did you want to keep them longer?”

“Yes. I didn’t have the best childhood, remember. But that’s why I’m lucky to be here now.”

“Amity.”

Amity glanced up and her heart sank. Luz was looking at her, equal parts concern and burning curiosity. She was clearly struggling to suppress the urge to ask as many questions as possible.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, but I’m here for you, okay? I’ll listen if you need me.”

“I know. It’s just…not that big a deal? It seems kind of embarrassing given everything else.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” Luz leaned down and gave her the gentlest of forehead kisses, then an even gentler kiss on the nose, and finally her lips. “And you can cuddle my stuffed animals whenever you need.”

Amity froze at the tender expression on Luz’s face, extreme affection mixed with a deeper worry. It was moments like these that Amity wondered if maybe Luz would react well to her saying the three words she had been mulling over in her mind for so long. If maybe, there was a possibility Luz might say them back.

“Thank you,” said Amity, and she self consciously reached for Sir Roary, cuddling it close just as Luz had done. It did stink, but she didn’t mind. “I had a bunch. My dad got me one of them once, actually."

“Alador got you a stuffed animal?”

“Yeah. He wasn’t…he wasn’t always neglectful. Sometimes he was really nice. But it didn’t last.”

Luz didn’t say anything else, just continued to wait patiently. What did Amity ever do to deserve someone so patient and caring toward her? The voice at the edge of her mind added its thoughts. Nothing, that’s what. You’ve done nothing but cling and whine to her since you became friends; how long do you think she’ll put up with that? How long until she realizes you’re not worthy of someone like her?

Shut up, Amity thought, and she gripped Luz’s jacket tightly. She was always telling Luz to open up to her. Maybe she needed to do the same.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll tell you the story.”

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The next chapter is a flashback, and the last one will be a very cute and fluffy Lumity date.

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

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She’s Too Proud of Me: Part 4

Dawn’s Enlightenment

In 8 parts, By Dragon Lair Reads. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Liv raised up showing her body, now covered in cum. Thick streaks covered her stomach and her chest was glazed and dripping. She let go of my soft shaft and held out her hand for Liv who dutifully licked cum from her fingers.

Liv was shaking, her arm barely holding her up as she licked and sucked cum from Dawn's hand, her own fingers furiously rubbing and fingering her own cunt. Once Dawn's fingers were clean Liv crawled closer and put both hands on her ass and started lapping cum from her stomach.

Dawn giggled and kept her stomach stretched for Liv who dragged her tongue through bursts of cum on her friend. Liv moved up from the splatter of cum on Dawn's stomach and started to lick across her breasts hungrily, her pink tongue flat against her soft breasts.

Dawn laughed as Liv pulled away, cum now on her lips, nose, and chin. Her red hair was frayed and messy and her face was pink and flushed which reached down to her chest. Her panties had soaked through so completely they clung to her cunt and she had dripped down her thigh. She had gone untouched through the whole ordeal but somehow looked like she had been used up by everyone.

"I had no idea Liv was this big of a freak." Dawn said pulling copper hair from Liv's face. Liv smiled at the comment, she was so red already it was hard to tell if she blushed.

"Sometimes I can't help myself." Liv said in a hoarse whisper. She leaned over and kissed Dawn's neck, who leaned her head to make room. Liv sucked, licked, and nibbled on the blonde for several minutes until Dawn laughed.

"Holy shit is he hard again?"

Liv pulled her face from Dawn's neck and looked at me. I hadn't realized but watching my girlfriend lick cum off her hot friend and kiss her neck had been enough. Liv smiled at me and turned back to Dawn tickling her earlobe with her tongue. "Umm he's insatiable."

Dawn reached out and grabbed my shaft and started stroking me, she leaned away from Liv and panted in my ear. Reflexively, I put my hand around her hip and held her ass. It was soft and firm in my grip.

"I want to get fucked," She panted. I nodded back. She let my shaft go and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were perfect for b-cups, bouncy, and round, barely hanging from her chest. She tossed the bra aside and started to peel off her thong. Everything under the lace was smooth and evenly tanned. I watched her pull the lace down her long legs and eventually off her ankles.

"I'm not some sweet nubile for you to seduce, I want you to untie the knots in my guts." She said forcefully.

I ran my other hand over her breast and watching her face tighten as I brushed her nipple. "You don't want tender romance?" I asked smirking.

"Save it for Liv." She whimpered as I thumbed her nipple gently.

"She hates romance too." I said gently pinching the nipple and watching her pouty lips let out a cry.

She grabbed my face and pulled me into a hungry kiss, her fingertips playing with my shaft. I pulled away from the kiss, "On your knees."

She smirked and moved back, "Yes sir." She giggled and dropped to her hands and knees.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, using my hands to feel her ass and pull it open, letting the sight of her bald, pink, cunt tease me. I leaned over and pushed my tongue against her asshole. She gave a startled cry before rocking her hips against my tongue.

She moaned loudly, her whole body reacting to the feeling of my tongue rubbing against her asshole. I held my finger to her wet cunt which continued getting wetter. The naked blonde rolled her body and groaned loudly as I tried to bury my tongue in her ass.

I leaned away and got closer to her. She spread her legs and stuck her ass in the air, looking back at me. I ran my tip through her wet folds before pushing in. She moaned and her body flexed in response. Her cunt was eager for me and I started fucking her hard right away.

She groaned grabbing the bed in her fists and holding on. Her breasts shook as I hammered her from behind, reaching up to grab her hair. Her tight ass was smacking me and her cunt let my cock stroke in and out of her quickly.

"Fuck!" She yelled lowering her head, so my grip tugged on her blonde hair, "fuck your cock is so good; "

I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up to her knees. She moved her hips, arching her back, still fucking me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and turned back to kiss me. I felt her breasts making her moan in her throat and her hips buck against me.

She smirked between her moans, "Umm you are fun; " She whimpered.

I reached between her legs and held my finger against her wet folds as she fucked. Her whole body flexed, and her hips bucked faster, smacking her tight ass into my stomach. She moaned loudly as she fucked me, stroking herself on my finger. Liv watched the tight, cum splattered blonde working herself towards orgasm on my cock.

"Choke me; " She gasped through a strained voice.

I put my hand covered with cum from her breasts on her throat and squeezed. She moaned and bucked harder slamming her ass into me. "Harder!" She moaned. I pushed my hand against her throat and squeezed harder. She moaned loudly into her choked throat and her body started to shake. I felt her cunt clamping on me as she climaxed without warning.

Her breasts shook as her legs struggled to keep her upright, her torso leaning against the grip I had on her neck. I let her fall onto her hands and her hips bucked flexing her back downward as she panted for breath. I moved my cock in her pulsing cunt gently forcing groans from her mouth and making her jerk.

Liv crawled over and Dawn kissed her gently. Liv held her head as their tongues played with one another for several moments. "I think my new study partner likes me." Dawn taunted Liv playfully. She moaned right in Liv's face as my cock started to work her cunt again, my shaft stroking her still fluttering walls.

She moaned and grabbed the comforter as I started to fuck her harder. "Oh shit; it's so good; " she cried, "Choke me while your boyfriend fucks me."

Liv put her slender fingers on Dawn's neck and squeezed. I heard her moan's start to throttle as Liv did her best to limit Dawn's breathing. "Harder." Dawn barked. Liv leaned into her grip and Dawn's voice became raspy under the pressure.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, she cried and Liv squeezed harder on her exposed neck, turning her moans and cries into gasps and wheezes. Her legs spread wider, and I slapped her ass with a solid pop. She groaned in pain and I felt her cunt clench.

Lacie reappeared at Liv's shoulder. I could barely hear her over Dawn's groans. "She's so hot getting fucked covered in cum like that."

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again; " Dawn groaned, "Oh fuck!"

I tightened my grip on her hair and fucked her steadily. My other hand on her ass, now starting to sweat. I could feel her cunt starting to pulse and tighten as I fucked her little body closer to another climax.

She screamed into Liv's face, through the grip on her throat and shook. Her hips bucked violently, and her shoulders and elbows gave weakly as orgasm tore through her. She shuddered and moaned as the climax faded and leaned away so my cock popped out, flinging fluid off it as she did.

"Liv's turn." Lacie said but Dawn pushed Liv to the side.

"Fuck Liv, she can drink his cum out of me." Dawn said sharply rolling onto her back, so her flat stomach and perky breasts faced up to me. Her pouty face was flushed red and glittering with sweat and her neck had a red mark where Liv had choked her.

She spread her opened her long legs exposing her pink, wet, cunt that was already a worn out, creamy mess. Her hands motioned for me to come down. "Use me like your cum collecting fuck toy."

I slid off the bed and pulled her to the edge making her squeal. I leaned over between her legs and pushed my cock into her again. She moaned, arching her back and stretching out her slender torso as I started to fuck. She grabbed the blankets above her head and held her legs open as I drove in and out of her.

I watched her body roll and her breasts shake, her face twisting with pleasure as my cock hammered moans out of her slutty lips. I felt myself losing control and reached down grabbing her hair. She yelled aggressively as I yanked her head back.

"Fuck yes!" She shrieked, "Fuck, cum in me!"

I groaned and bucked as my cock began jetting cum in long thick bursts, flexing against her as it shot into her for several minutes. I felt myself deflating and slid out. Her cunt flexed and a thick flow of viscus cum started to leak freely out of her.

She sat up, giggling as she tried to catch her breath and ran a finger through the mess that was falling out of her. "Umm, two orgasms and full of cum, no wonder Amy likes you."

"How are those guts?" I asked running a hand over her taut stomach.

She laughed, "Good and loose." She leaned up and kissed me playfully. Her tongue flicked against mine before she leaned away and looked at Lacie.

"Sorry I'm getting cum all over your bed,"

"It's ok, it was super hot watching you let him cum in you like that." Lacie said blushing.

"I'll help you clean it up." Dawn said sitting up off the bed and running fingers through the cum that ran down her leg to keep it from falling to the floor. She looked over at me, "I may need another session or two for you to study me in the future." She looked at Liv, "When that happens don't wait up." And she hurried into the bathroom, Lacie following closely.

I looked at Liv who crawled over the bed and stood on her knees. She pulled me into a kiss that was more aggressive than I expected, considering that I had just blown her off to keep fucking her friend. The kiss was erotic and hungry as she held my face.

She pulled away, long ginger hair sticking to her face which was sweating from masturbating. "Fuck, you did whatever you wanted, and fucked that slut until you filled her with cum." She leaned in and kissed me again, whimpering in the kiss. I could feel her fingers, sticky and slick from where she had shoved them into herself while I'd been fucking her friends. "Fuck; " She panted, "Do it again, take my friends and use them as much as you want."

I reached into her panties and felt her soaking cunt. She moaned hard, grabbing my neck and digging her nails into me. "Oh fuck; "

I rubbed her clit and folds, burying my finger into her. Her cunt leaked down my fingers to my knuckles as she moaned and rocked her hips against me. Her tight, pale body was fried with sensitivity and I relished the overwhelmed expressions on her sweet face.

She didn't take long, her body suddenly seizing and thrashing as she screamed through the climax that shot through her without warning. She panted for breath, completely exhausted, leaning on my shoulders until she regained control.

"We should get something to eat, and then actually study." I said as she sucked the fluid from my fingers.

"How about we eat, nap, and then study." She said nearly hoarse.

"Deal, then tomorrow, I can spend some time studying you."

She kissed me and gave me a tired smile, "Yes, please."

Liv throws herself a wedding shower that actually isn’t

I dragged luggage behind me up the walkway to Liv's parents' house. I held a luggage under my arm, and behind me pulled one stacked on top of another, which threatened to buck it off at any moment. Liv pranced ahead of me in a green sun dress, her lithe figure visible through the sunlight as she happily made her way up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

I had been here once before, when I met her family, the same weekend I proposed, and we had returned for a wedding shower being thrown by Liv's family. I was excited to marry Liv, I was not excited to spend a weekend with her family opening gifts for a house we would never be able to afford.

We made it up the steps and I dropped all the luggage I was carrying at once. Liv turned and gave a happy chirp, giving me a soft peck, her long red hair drifting in the wind as she did. "Thank you, big strong man." She said mockingly.

"Make jokes, its not like your chicken bones could lug all this stuff from the car." I retorted and she laughed.

"Now, I know this week will probably be a little dull for you. But I want you to try and have as much fun as you can ok?" She said looking up at me with big brown eyes.

"I mean that was always the plan, besides, how boring can it be with you here?" I said touching her nose making her giggle.

"Hold that thought." She said smiling.

What thought?

She knocked on the door and there was shrieking from inside. There was a scrambling series of clicks and it swung open revealing some familiar faces. The most familiar was Amy, Liv's roommate who was an Asian blend I could never get a handle on, and gorgeous. And for extra stress, Maggie, Liv's sister. I was not excited for either, but Maggie made my chest tighten. This was the nineteen something year old sister who filmed her sexual exploits to put online. The two of them both here could only spell trouble.

Amy wore her hair down, letting the natural waves run through it over a pink workout top and black short, both of which leapt off her lightly bronze skin. Maggie, to the surprise of no one, wore a short denim skirt and a shirt that she had left open at the top so that the c cups that hung from her little frame drew the eyes straight to them.

Liv embraced her sister first and then her roommate and Maid of Honor and they entered the house excitedly. I of course dragged up the rear carrying; well everything. We made it into the foyer of the home, standing in the entry of the living room and Amy gave me a big friendly hug like we were acquaintances. Maggie did the same. It made me nervous.

"I'll take this stuff upstairs while you guys catch up." I said.

"Catch up?" Amy repeated, "Like we didn't see each other a day ago?"

I sighed, "Yeah, well, I'm going to take this upstairs."

"I'll help you." Maggie said taking the small bag from under my arm, you can meet Lizzie.

"Lizzie is here!" Liv exclaimed loudly, "This is going to be so fun!"

"Who is Lizzie?"

"Our friend growing up, she lives across the street." Maggie explained, "She's staying in my room, come on I'll introduce you." Maggie hurried up the stairs and I looked at Liv.

"You'll love Lizzie, she's the best." Liv said. "I'm not going anywhere." She flicked red hair from her face. I gave a heavy sigh and drudged up the stairs dragging the bags behind me.

I followed Maggie up the stairs and down the hall, but she turned one door earlier than I remembered, but I'd only been there once. We entered the room and Maggie dropped her bag on the ground and turned to face me. I worked hard to make sure my eyes stayed on her pouty, schoolgirl face. She was a college student now, but it didn't matter, she still had that look.

"I thought I'd let you know," she said slinking towards me, "That this wedding shower, was all drawn up by your nutty girlfriend and she has some plans for the next couple of days."

"What kind of plans?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

Maggie laughed, "You'll see." She turned back and forth at the waist, "Come on, Lizzie is in my room."

"Hey Maggie," I asked trying to keep my eyes above her skirt as we left the room.

"Umm?" She replied.

"Your parents aren't coming to the shower, are they?"

She gave a knowing laugh, "No, they're definitely with our grandparents this weekend."

I nodded, that made perfect sense. This wasn't going to be a wedding shower at all. We walked into Maggie's room and Lizzie was laying on the rug. She was very petite, with pale skin, and dirty blonde hair that coiled into waves and ringlets. Her face had a pleasant innocent quality with eyes that brought to mind a puppy lost in a big house. She was flipping through what looked like a comic book in pajamas, top and bottom.

She looked up when we entered the room and waved. "Hey," She said happily and stood up to shake my hand. "You must be the lucky man."

"The very luckiest." I said back smiling.

We heard yelling from the stairs and Maggie stepped into the hall to respond, "What?"

We couldn't understand what was shouted up to us, but Maggie seemed to. "We're going swimming, bathing suits."

"Yes," Lizzy said excitedly, "I just got a new one, its super-hot."

Maggie clapped excitedly, "I can't wait to see it."

I gave a heavy, exasperated sigh and headed back to Liv's room, which wasn't even where I was staying and rifled through my bag for my bathing suit. I shed my clothes and replaced them with the only swim trunks I'd brought and headed downstairs to the living room where Liv had already changed into her green halter-top suit.

The bottoms were practically painted onto her, the back giving clear definition to each cheek, and her top left a bit of what cleavage she had visible along the inside of each cup. The green suit leapt off her fair skin and showed off her hips, flat stomach, and limber legs, her long white body leading up to her bright, copper red hair.

She hopped off the couch and flitted over to me. She practically fell in my arms and gave me a big, gentle kiss. I put my arms around her feeling her soft, firm, sides as her tongue played with mine for several minutes.

I leaned out of the kiss and looked her over, "You're so beautiful, Liv."

She blushed, her cheeks turning bright red, "Thanks. I'll be all yours forever and ever."

"I intend to cash in on that promise an awful lot." She smiled broadly and kissed me again.

"Excited to see Maggie again?" She asked looking up at me.

"I have very strongly mixed feelings. She was a lot of fun that one week but I came here for a wedding shower."

"There'll be a shower." She said coyly.

"With gifts and refreshments; and clothes?"

She shrugged, "Some of those things I'm sure."

I looked into her eyes which glimmered with the light from the window. "Did you lure me here to get me in a room with a bunch of your friends?"

She didn't get a chance to answer as Amy came out of the bathroom dressed in what had to be a very expensive white bikini. It tied back under her arms with decorative ties that crossed across her mid-rift and ribs. It clung to her fit, tan, cheerleader that suggested it was not difficult to remove, although it showed nothing but her sleek legs, stomach and shoulders under her sweet smile and long black hair.

"Hey don't start early, no fair." She said walking up to us. She pinch Liv's ass punitively and she squalled.

"Hey!"

"What are we starting?"

"I actually thought before swimming we could maybe do some body shots. This is a bachelorette party after all."

I looked from Liv to Amy, "I was told it was a wedding shower." I said flatly.

"Yeah, dumbass, how else would we have gotten you here." She scoffed flipping glossy black locks over her shoulder, "Where's the vodka?"

"Pull out drawer by the sink." Liv said pointing.

"You brought me to your bachelorette party?" I said looking sternly down at Liv.

She looked away, "I got myself a wedding gift. A few days of you alone in a house with all my friends."

"The goal being that you get to watch me bed them all throughout the weekend?"

She bit her lip, "I think a few of them are planning on bedding you. But I didn't have a goal, I was just going to put half naked girls in a house and see what happens." She said smiling, "Now go take a body shot."

"It's your bachelorette party, you take a body shot." I said poking her shoulder.

"You want some girl on girl? Alright." She said playfully and pulled her thick red mane behind her.

In the kitchen, Amy was sitting on the table with a quarter of lime she cut and a bottle of tequila sitting next to her. "Hey, someone come lick me!" She yelled into the living room.

My fiancée wandered into the kitchen, and I followed. Immediately Liv commented on the change in liquor choice. "Why'd you switch?"

"This feels more like a party for a trampier choice than vodka, plus-" She held up the lime, "More things to play with. Now who is rendering tribute to the queen?"

"That would be me." Liv said confidently.

Amy raised an eyebrow at her college roommate and handed her the lime. "I'll pour the shot, decide where you want to; take the shot, and lick the lime." Amy laid her olive body back and opened the bottle pouring a small shot into her neat belly button. "The queen accepts tribute from all her subjects." She quipped resting her head on the table.

Liv moved close to her and leaned over, I moved to be able to watch clearly. Liv leaned over her olive-skinned roommate and wrapped her lips around her bellybutton, licking and sucking tequila from it as Amy's face twisted and smiled trying not to squirm or laugh. Liv snickered wickedly and ran the cold flesh of the lime up Amy's thigh to where the bottom of her bikini started.

Amy shuddered from the feeling and Liv leaned between her legs and dragged her soft pink tongue up her roommate's thigh. I watched as she deliberately ran her tongue past the hem of the bathing suit and across her roommate, who gasped sharply.

"You bitch!" She panted.

Liv leaned up and looked down, red hair falling to one side of her face, "My queen."

Amy laughed and shifted on the table, "It's too bad you're marrying him." She said touching Liv's leg.

"Its fine, he likes to watch." She said looking over her shoulder at me.

"Watch this!" Amy yelled at me from the table and smacked Liv's ass with a loud pop.

Liv laughed and leaned over giving Amy a soft quiet kiss. Liv and Amy's tongues met and Amy kept her hand on Liv's ass, cupping it as my fiancée kissed her. They kissed for several moments and I struggled to hide the rapid swelling in my bathing suit. Liv parted and laughed quietly to Amy, "You slut."

Amy laughed back and Liv backed away from the table, leaning against me. She recognized how stiff I was immediately and pressed herself against me with a giggle, "How's that to start a bachelorette party?"

Maggie and Lizzie had come downstairs and entered the kitchen. Maggie was wearing a yellow bathing suit, the bottom sporting a yellow frill that almost formed a skirt. Lizzie's was blue and hung off her body as though it didn't quite fit right. Both had left their hair down in unmanaged messes.

"What are y'all doing without us?" Maggie barked as she walked into the room.

"Body shots!" Amy exclaimed loudly. "Come take one!"

"Oooh," Lizzie cooed excitedly, "I wanna do one."

"Take the shot, or be the shot?" Amy asked.

"I'll be the shot." She said, prompting Amy to hop off the table and let Lizzie jump up.

Lizzie sat awkwardly on the table and laid back. Her pale, dainty body looked soft compared to the wood she was laid across and she held out her hand for the lime, but Amy didn't give it to her, instead dragging the cold fruit roughly between Lizzie's small breasts starting from just under her top all the way up to below her collar bone.

Lizzie giggled on the table at the feeling and suddenly I was pulled forward by Liv, "You take the shot!" I watched Lizzie's face waiting for this girl I'd never met to protest but she didn't as Amy poured tequila into her belly button.

I leaned over the table, trying to hide the tent in my trunks and put my lips to her soft stomach and sucked. The tequila pulled into my mouth easily and I worked my tongue around her belly button to clean it away. She squirmed and giggled on the table as I did. I leaned up and put my tongue under her top and dragged it across her chest. Her giggles became breathier as my mouth moved between her a-cups and up to her collarbone before I leaned away.

Her face was bright red, and she had covered her mouth to stifle giggles. I tried to move behind Liv to hide my erection, but she didn't let me, making sure I was in full view of Maggie and Amy, but Lizzie as well, who let her eyes drift for a moment. Great.

Maggie jumped forward to the table and took the lime from Amy. "I wanna do one."

She looked down at her friend on the table, "Roll over, on your stomach."

"What?" Lizzie asked confused, "Roll over?"

"That's right, I'm going to show you something I learned in college."

Lizzie awkwardly rolled onto her stomach and Maggie grabbed the tequila bottle. She positioned her face between Lizzie's legs prompting her to look nervously back at what Maggie was doing. Maggie turned the bottle over and clear drink spilled down the crease of Lizzie's ass and leg, Maggie promptly burying her tongue in the underside of Lizzie's cheek and dragging upward trying to collect the alcohol. She made several passes each seeming to move further in on Maggie's leg (her and Liv are so much alike).

Lizzie covered her mouth giggling, squirming in place as her friend ran her tongue across her ass. Her eyes staying closed with each pass of Maggie's tongue. Maggie finally pulled away and dragged the lime laterally across the hem of Lizzie's bathing suit and licked along the garment.

Amy looked at me as Lizzie climbed off the table, her face still pink, her expression betraying how clouded her mind was. "Want to do one?" She asked gesturing at the table.

"No one wants to drink tequila off my chest, make Liv do one." I said pushing her forward.

She laughed scoffingly, "You just want to watch me get licked by a girl." She said climbing onto the table.

"I think we'd all like to see that." I said.

She sat on the table and shifted so she fit. She collected copper hair behind her and laid back. "Ok who's taking the shot?"

"Me bitch, I owe you." Amy said, taking the lime and tequila from Amy. Liv rolled her eyes, appearing to brace.

Amy poured the shot into Liv's tight belly button and slurped before making a big show of licking her stomach. Liv laughed at the tickling feeling and shifted in place. Amy leaned away and held up the lime moving to Liv's chest. Liv rolled her eyes but wasn't ready for what Amy did.

Amy grabbed Liv's bikini top and yanked it back, exposing her small breast and pink nipple. Liv gasped and tried to cover up as Amy ran the lime around the areola. Liv was laughing uncontrollably as Amy dropped the fruit on the table and leaned over, "Render to the queen." She said.

Liv surrendered, rolling her eyes and Amy leaned over taking the nipple in her mouth and sucking. However prepared Liv thought she was her reaction made it clear she wasn't at all. She covered her mouth and gave an audible moan, her whole body moving as the Asian girl suckled softly, licking lime juice off her.

Amy mercilessly put her fingertips on Liv's exposed thigh and traced them up teasingly. Liv opened her legs receptively and bit her lip as Amy's fingers played on her leg. I watched the sapphic display, lost in it, totally forgetting that my cock was raging against my bathing suit I might never use.

After several long moments of Liv's pleasured noises and squirming Amy relented and looked down at her roommate with an evil smile. Liv panted for breath in place, her face pink, breast exposed. Lizzie moved to the table and took the bottle from Amy.

"I wanna do one!" She said excitedly and without asking Liv poured more tequila onto her stomach and leaned over tonguing and sucking it out. On the table Liv squirmed under the girl's lips giggling and panting at the feeling.

Lizzie didn't ask for the lime, simply pulling the other cup of Liv's top off and wrapping her mouth around unsweetened breast and sucking. Liv squeezed her eyes closed and moaned her hips moving on the table as Lizzie sucked and tongued her sensitive nipple in front of everyone.

Amy leaned over the wiggling redhead and began running her tongue up Liv's thigh. Like Liv had done earlier, she didn't stop at her bathing suit and tongued Liv's skin at the crux of her leg where the suit ended. Liv was whimpering and moving under the two girls who were pushing past just taking body shots.

Lizzie stood up, looking proud of herself, having worked the hostess into a frenzy and Amy followed, both looking down at the ginger who was panting for breath. She sat up and moved copper hair out of her face, her small breasts shaking as she moved, still exposed, still wet.

Liv motioned for Amy to her and Amy got closer. Liv, her feet dangling off the table wrapped her legs around Amy's and pulled her between them. Liv's hand went to Amy's ass and felt it the other pulling her into a long kiss.

From behind I watched Liv's hand grope and feel her roommate's ass the other hidden behind Amy's dark hair holding her in the kiss. Amy put her hand on one of Liv's breasts and felt it deliberately making her cry into their kiss.

Liv's body was rolling with eagerness as she lost herself in Amy's lips and tongue, whimpering and gasping as the olive hand squeezed her nipple and felt her up. Amy's hand moved from Liv's breast down her stomach between her legs and felt the center of her bikini bottom, dragging her finger obviously through Liv's covered folds.

Liv opened her mouth and moaned vocally at the feeling before pushing back into Amy, moaning into the kiss. Her torso rolled as Amy rubbed her softly, the bikini soaking through quickly against Amy's finger until it was glossy and wet.

Liv pulled out of the kiss and leaned off the table, sticking her fingers into her bikini and pulling the bottoms down. A clear string stretched off the inside and broke, clinging to her leg. She let them fall to her ankles and sat back on the table without them entangling her legs with Amy again and pulling her hand down.

"With your fiancé here?" Amy panted.

"Shut up." Liv cried back. Amy took Liv's lips in hers and ran a finger over Liv's wet, pink slit causing her to jolt and moan in her chest. She buried her finger into my girlfriend who moaned loudly, now digging her nails into Amy's shoulder as pleasure from being fingered started to make her shake.

She pulled out of the kiss and cried, "Amy; "

Amy fingered her steadily and Liv couldn't keep up kissing, hanging her head and holding Amy's shoulder as she started to shake. "Amy; fuck; "

She moaned, her mouth hanging open until she suddenly shuddered violently and groaned as orgasm raced through her and clear fluid dripped off Amy's finger. We watched Liv shake and moan until it passed, and Amy pulled her hand away, a string clinging to it as she reached up and put the wet finger into Liv's mouth who eagerly sucked it clean.

Amy watched Liv sucking on her fingers and smiled, "Let's put your man on the table next."

Liv moaned with approval and slid the finger from her lips, "Get his bathing suit off."

Amy turned around and Liv hopped off the table. "Wait what's happening, now?" I asked confused. Amy was quick, tugging the drawstring of my trunks so they fell, catching on the rock solid erection watching Liv getting fingered had given me, but was quickly yanked off and down so I was now both very hard and very naked.

"Wait what's happening?" I said as Liv and Amy giggled dragging me to the table.

"Up." Liv said, patting my leg. I raised up and the pushed me onto my back on the cold wood, my cock suspended in the air, rigid. Liv looked over at Maggie and Lizzie and wagged her finger, "Come on, bottoms up ladies."

They hurried over to the table, I was looking up at four bikini clad girls who stood at one end of the table with pink faces and smiles. I didn't know what they were going to do, but I had a feeling I was about to experience a lot of it all at once.

"Where should we put the shot?" Lizzie asked.

Maggie laughed, "Sweetie, he is the shot."

Amy bit her lip and traced her fingers down my shaft, pulling away a thin string of precum. "He goes off like a champagne bottle."

Lizzie looked at Amy, "How do you know?"

"Because he's gone off in me." Amy laughed.

Lizzie looked at Liv, "She's slept with your fiancé?" She asked her mouth agape.

"Aw Lizzie, we all have." Maggie said with a smirk, "Liv's a total freak who gets off on it."

"She swapped beds with me once so I could wake him up and seduce him into letting me ride myself stupid and get my guts filled." Amy said plainly relishing the memory before licking her finger.

"I spent a whole vacation with him here, making him cum whenever I wanted, with Liv's encouragement. He even came on me on the couch once." Maggie looked at me and winked.

"Hey, Liv's not a freak." I said leaning my head up.

Liv leaned over me, her hair tenting my face, "Yes I am," She giggled and gave me a kiss.

"Want to give it a try?" Amy asked. As Liv leaned away, I saw Amy pulling Lizzie to the table.

Maggie leaned over and smiled at Lizzie, "Ooh, let's turn sweet little Lizzie into a slut."

Amy laughed derisively, "This'll be fun! Take her bathing suit off!"

Lizzie laughed as Maggie grabbed the tie-string on her back and yanked, causing the badly fit bikini top to fall forward off her chest. She closed her arms trying to keep it on and cover herself, squirming away from Amy's fingers that tugged the bottom off away from her hip bones and down her slender legs to her ankles.

"Guys! I've given head before I can do it with a bathing suit on." She protested.

"Don't be ridiculous," Maggie chided pulling the blue garment from her grip, "How is he going to look at your tits while you work?"

"It won't matter because I don't have any." Lizzie said flatly pointing at the domed a-cups and the small pale nipples that puffed off them.

I heard Liv sputter a laugh, "What? Don't be ridiculous." She pulled the string on her top and discarded it walking around the table, wearing nothing but the bikini bottom.

"He and I have been together a while, and when we met, I felt the same way. But I assure you, he enjoys breasts of every size."

I sat up on my elbows, "It's true, I had a blast sucking on Liv's little titties when we met. She made all kinds of fun sounds then and she still does."

"Look, you don't have to believe me," Liv said. She glanced at me on the table and ran her finger under my tip making me wince as she collected precum on her finger tip. She pulled her finger away and showed Lizzie the fluid stringing between fingers. "Give it a shot, you'll forget all about how you feel about your body when you feel him reacting to you."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Okay, okay." She moved close to the table, "I'm not here for a pep talk."

I watched the messy curls lean over, and felt her soft tongue drag over the underside of my shaft and I panted. I wasn't used to being watched and somehow it was both frightening and thrilling. She wrapped her lips around me and started sucking, tonguing precum from me as she did.

I put my hand to her head and held her hair as she bobbed, making the tension in my shaft rage against her soft warm mouth. She was breathing fast as she sucked and stroked me with her lips, her skinny body moving with the motion.

"Look at her go, a regular slut in the making." Maggie said before slapping Lizzie's exposed ass.

Lizzie yelped and looked back with a bashful look of reproach before turning back to me. Her small, soft, hands stroked me and she put her face against my shaft and rubbed it, precum sticking to the bridge of her nose and cheek, sliding it down to her lips and resuming.

Liv bent over next to her and egged her on, "He looks so good with your mouth on him."

She didn't look at Liv, I couldn't either, the feelings her mouth caused were overwhelming, the dainty pink lips gently pulled on my shaft and her tongue stroke under my tip softly so that I could feel myself pulsing against her.

"You're going to look so good covered in his cum." Liv said.

"Can you imagine if he came in her," Maggie said, "Where would it even all go."

Lizzie slid her lips off of me and stroked with her hand looking up at me, "Stand up." She said.

"What?" I asked in a haze.

"Stand up, I want you to cum on me while I'm on my knees." She said leaning back.

I sat up, the action pushing a drop of precum out that slid down my shaft mixing with her spit. I inched off the table and the nubile, college freshman sank to her knees. She pulled her hair back, shaking the small mounds on her chest before she rose up and grabbed me with her lips.

She sucked more softly, almost teasing me. I groaned quietly at the feeling of her servile strokes with her mouth and laps of her tongue. I was holding the table with one hand, leaning back, my other hand gripping her curls as she sucked.

"He's so close." Liv said quietly to her, having knelt next to her to take in each time my shaft slid into her mouth.

I gave a loud groan and my knees buckled. My cock burst in her mouth and she made a choking sound before yanking away. Jet after jet of hot cum slapped across her nose, mouth and chin. She held her tongue open and stroked me as successive shots covered her face, and neck, thick masses starting to run down to her chest.

She gave groans of satisfaction and ran her face along my messy shaft painting herself with more cum. Liv leaned over and started kissing Lizzie's neck, lapping cum off it where she could with desperate pants and whimpers.

Lizzie laughed and looked up at me, her face sprayed down with cum that started to drip off her chin. Liv licked up her neck to her jaw filling her tongue with cum. "I feel like a well-rewarded pet."

"Good girl," Liv said to her with a coy laugh.

Lizzie laughed, wiping cum away from her eyes and tasting it before Liv and Amy helped her up, "He came so much."

"Virtually every time." Liv said smirking.

Maggie put her hands on Lizzie's shoulders and pulled her close enough that her breasts pressed into Lizzie and kissed her softly. Lizzie kissed her back, cum spreading between them from Lizzie's lips for several moments. They parted and Maggie licked her lips, "Umm a happy, playful slut just like the rest of us now."

"Now that he's blown his load all over Lizzie, I'm going swimming." Amy said before winking at Lizzie and slapping her ass. She turned and grabbed her towel from the couch and stepped out onto the porch.

I looked at Lizzie, "Maybe get cleaned up, we'll all swim."

She giggled and rolled her eyes, "I guess, but I worked pretty hard to get into this outfit."

Liv wrapped her arms around Lizzie's waist, "You can always change back into it later."

Lizzie laughed again and headed to the bathroom. "Remember wash with cold water." I said loudly to her as she closed the door.

Liv smiled at me, "Having fun?"

"More importantly, are you?"

"You're at a multiday affair with three slutty girls, I'm blissful." She leaned forward and kissed me, I kissed her back, trying not to be uncomfortable at the taste of my own cum on her lips. How and why these girls enjoyed it I'll never understand.

"Oops, sorry!" she said emphatically wiping her mouth.

"It's fine, you've tasted plenty of it." I said.

"For me it's a treat, especially on the lips of another woman." She said, turning bright pink.

"You were pretty hot with another woman yourself; I never finish that quickly."

"Umm, you'll get me back when you're railing her ass somewhere while no one is looking." Liv chirped.

"Are you two going to fuck? Because if not I'm wet enough to-" Maggie interrupted walking past us.

"Yeah, we get it." Liv said rolling her eyes. "He just dumped almost half a tablespoon of cum on a freshman's face let's give him a few minutes."

"You think it was that much?" I asked flattered, picking up my bathing suit.

She smirked at me and pulled the trunks from my fingers and tossed them on the couch, "Between the trees and high fence, no one will see anything. And of course I do, her face looked like an uncooked cinnamon roll; if cinnamon rolls had an innocent girlish quality."

"It's a good thing you're an engineer and not an English major because that was terrible."

"Shut up." She laughed pushing me out onto the porch.

Amy cheered loudly as we came out, "I didn't realize we were doing that kind of swimming!" She untied her top and pulled it off, exposing her full breasts and little brown nipples tossing the top on the ground. She made a big show of untying both ends of her bottom together and letting it simple fall from her hips so that her lush, olive, body with toned lines and all was naked and exposed.

Liv put her fingers in her suit and peeled the bottoms off and down her legs stepping out of them and neatly setting them on a lawn chair. I looked over her pale, slender, figure and felt myself swelling again. She pulled copper hair over her shoulders, so it collected down her naked back drawing my eyes to her cute, heart shaped ass. There was a part of me that wanted to pin her to a lawn chair and drill her into it.

I spanked her and she laughed, "You have three other gorgeous girls and you're still flirting with me?" She turned around and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long kiss. The kiss raised the pressure to stiff and my tip and shaft brushed her taut stomach. She laughed and put her hand on it pushing me into her soft skin, "Go be my wedding shower gift and fill some sluts up like a wild stud." I spanked her again and she giggled.

"If you say so." I said.

As I said it Maggie came bounding out of the house as naked as the day she was born, her tan, fit body exposed and her tan-lined c-cups bouncing off her dainty frame. She came right up to Liv and I with a sour expression.

"All that 'he just blew a fat load we should give him a break' was just so you could bring him out here and seduce him in the pool huh?" She said a hand on her hip.

"He is my fiancé." Liv quipped back.

"Yeah well, I need him, so he'll be right back. Well not right back, but back. Probably." Maggie said grabbing my wrist.

"I thought we were swimming?" I said being pulled towards the house.

"They're swimming, I need you for something else."

"Liv and Amy are just going to lez out again."

"Like you care."

I was pulled into the house and pushed onto the couch. Maggie hurried off and dragged Lizzie back to me and stood her awkwardly in front of me.

"This girl is so wet you'd drown if you put your face between her legs. I thought you could help."

"Maggie, I don't think I have it in me to fuck my friend's boyfriend." Lizzie said turning bright red.

"Once your friend's boyfriend is in you, you will." Maggie said teasingly.

I stood up from the couch, feeling wildly awkward about being ass naked in my soon to be in-law's living room. "Don't listen to her Lizzie, Maggie's an easy slut."

She huffed in annoyance, "I beg your pardon?"

I reached out and grabbed her healthy ass and squeezed, her eyes sagged and she gasped. I gripped it and kneaded it running a hand across her breast. She gasped and squirmed in my arms. I pulled on her nipple gently and she whimpered, her body jolting at the sensation.

"Umm," She giggled as I fondled her, "You caught me, daddy. I am just a slut."

I turned her to face Lizzie and she pushed her ass against my rigid cock and stroked me with her hips. She panted as her cheeks slid up and down trying to push my shaft between them. "It's been so long since you've played with me daddy."

Lizzie's eyes opened as she watched her friend's demeanor collapse into a furious, sexual, display. I held the tight blonde's body, still feeling her breast as her ass became slick as she teased precum out of me.

"She says you're wet, I bet she's just as bad." I said and ran my finger between Maggie's legs. She moaned and rolled her hips as my finger pulled away glossy. I rubbed them together to show Lizzie and stretched my finger out. "Want to taste?"

Lizzie studied the finger and leaned forward taking it in her mouth and sucking her friend off it. She pulled my finger all the way into her mouth sucking and licking thoroughly until the finger was clean before she let go.

Lizzie got closer to Maggie and reached between Maggie's legs sliding her little finger across Maggie's wet folds. Maggie moaned and rocked, grinding against my shaft as her friend teased her. Lizzie pulled her ringlets from her face and leaned in kissing Maggie's neck as her friend squirmed and whimpered.

Maggie reached around Lizzie and put her hands on her friend's ass holding it as she moaned and rolled. Lizzie pulled her hand away and licked Maggie from her fingertips before offering me a taste, which I took, sucking the tart flavor from each finger as Maggie watched.

"I bet Maggie can really milk a cock." Lizzie said admiring her friend's untamed sexuality.

"She's emptied me a few times." I said reaching around a feeling one of her sensitive breasts.

"He tries to breed me like an animal." She panted, before turning around and pushing me back onto the couch. "Speaking of, that's enough taunting the girl next door." She climbed onto me on the couch, her chest hanging in my face and her flat stomach flexing as she straddled me, Lizzie watching from behind her.

Maggie leaned over kissing me hotly, her tongue dragging back and forth across mine as her hips rocked. I put my hand on her ass and squeezed making her groan into the kiss and arch her school-girl body. She flexed her hips out and started positioning me under her. "Fuck I need this so bad."

Lizzie put her hand on Maggie's shoulder, "Right here? They could just come in."

Maggie looked back and wiped a finger across the smear my cock had left above her ass and licked it off, before running my tip through her wet folds and gasping, "Fuck Liv, I'll keep his cock empty and happy while she splashes around in the water. I'd make her raise the baby too."

She moaned, grabbing the fabric of the couch as she lowered herself, my cock pushing into her tight, slick, cunt forcing the walls apart. Lizzie watched with rapt attention as my shaft disappeared beneath Maggie's firm ass and the fit blonde began rocking her hips. Maggie started fucking, moaning out loud as she rocked her hips steadily.

I panted at the feeling of being buried in my fiancée's younger sister again watching the tight body fucking me, her breasts shaking. She moaned in my face, grabbing my hair, and kissing me with sloppy strokes of her tongue. Her cunt stroked my cock aggressively as she rode.

"Fuck it's so good daddy." Maggie moaned, "Finally a cock I can wear myself out on."

"You like that, slut?" I panted back.

"Daddy knows I'm a fucking slut." She cried, I spanked her, and she groaned.

"Hit me again!"

I slapped harder and she groaned harder, "Oh fuck; "

I reached behind her and grabbed her hair yanking back, her body leaned away from me, and I bent over taking one of her tits in my mouth and sucked. Her cunt clenched around me, and she cried, her hips shaking out of her control as I tugged and licked her nipple. Her legs tightened against mine and her stomach flexed.

I let go of her hair and she pulled back up grabbing my neck and craning her head as she fucked me quickly and roughly. I could hear moans as she struggled to breathe, and she was starting to sweat as her hips rocked.

"Fuck, daddy, I think I'm gonna cum; " She cried. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it as she rode me.

She squalled and shook, yelling and moaning as climax surprised her, her cunt clamping and fluttering on me as her body shuddered. The orgasm passed and she started rocking her hips again, moaning in my ear and biting my neck.

"Fuck; " She groaned, "I can't stop fucking; "

Her hips were making wet noises as she rocked them quickly against mine, her hair line darkening with sweat, breasts shaking with her focused effort. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard groaning and panting into the kiss as she fucked tirelessly.

She pulled away and I panted quietly, "Get on your knees."

She smiled coyly and shook her head, "Nuh uh; you don't get to pace yourself and hold on, this is my cock and I want it to cum." She leaned over and bit and sucked on my neck, moaning and whimpering, her cunt audibly stroking me, smearing my hips and legs. I gripped her ass and held her neck.

I groaned feeling burning start to build and gripped her neck tighter, she panted as my cock started to swell. "Fuck yes, cum in me, fill me up with it."

I was gasping and groaning as she fucked. She gave my neck a long lick and panted into my ear, her hips stroking steadily as the feeling in my cock reached fever pitch. I felt myself burst and groaned loudly squeezing her ass and jerking beneath her. She moaned and rode continuously forcing my cock to keep spasming as cum shot into her until it started squeezing out on my shaft.

She groaned and laughed kissing my neck and dragging her nose across my jaw, "Umm there's so much, I can feel it." She leaned back and touched her lower stomach, her cunt squeezing cum out on to me. She leaned forward and put her nose to mine, "I missed you." She whispered before swinging a leg off and sliding me out as she stood up.

The action cause cum to seep down her leg. She touched it absent mindedly when she noticed Lizzie sitting on her knees where she had watched. "Oh no, I totally brought him in here to fuck you didn't it. Whoops." She laughed, "I'm such a slut I stole my own friend's lay. You can catch the next one, its not like he's going anywhere." Maggie said looking back at me and rubbing her slick fingers together before walking off to the bathroom.

I looked down at Lizzie whose cheeks were pink. She put her hands on her knees and stood up, looking shaken. "Sorry, I guess I got a little caught up with-" She stopped me mid-sentence, grabbing my face and kissing me. I kissed her back holding her side as she hotly ran her tongue along mine.

Her fingers were slick against my neck as she held me, her throat making soft sounds as we kissed until she pulled away, "I get why Liv is so into this; I was so jealous watching you fuck her; it ate me up how hot she was. But then I came so hard I thought I'd collapse."

I felt her fingers slide along my shaft, wiping mixed fluids off it before putting her fingers in her mouth, "Cum tastes so much better when its mixed with another girl." She gasped, "I can't wait until I can pull you away and be the other girl for her."

I looked over my shoulder, Liv's back was to the window, and she was sitting in the hot tub. "I can do that for you in a few minutes if you want." I said running a hand over her flat chest. She grimaced in pleasure and bit her lip, shaking her head.

"After you've recovered. I want what Maggie got."

"You're not as innocent as you look, Lizzie. That's dangerous." I said touching her nose. She smiled.

"Drove the boys at my college visits crazy." She collected her ringlet hair and stretched out her skinny body, "Let's go skinny dip."

I watched her hurry out the back door, and slowly followed. Lizzie climbed into the hot tub with Liv and the immediately began whispering. Lizzie whispered in Liv's ear who immediately turned bright red and smiled excitedly before whispering back.

I climbed in on the other side 'ah ah ah'-ing at the hot water before settling in. "What are you two whispering about?"

Liv moved wet hair from her face and smiled at me. "Mind your own business, its girl talk." She leaned over and whispered to Lizzie who giggled again.

Well, nothing good would come of that.

To be continued in part 5, By Dragon Lair Reads for Literotica.

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,221 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Physical domination, Manhandling, Slapping, Choking, Mild breath play, Sir kink, Oral sex, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Biting, Begging, Dirty Talk Summary: You always knew being the kind of girl who runs her mouth would get you in trouble eventually; you just had no idea how incredible being in trouble could feel. *Inspired by @unicornprancing. Link to A03 or read below! It’s always the quiet ones: it’s a cliché because it’s true, something you’ve never really given much thought to because you are not a quiet one. You talk a lot, laugh a lot, aren’t afraid to speak your mind—it can get you in trouble at work, when local law enforcement is being stubborn and you give them a piece of your mind, or when Hotch gives an order that makes no sense, like stay behind me.

Has he met you? You aren’t the stay behind me type, not by a long shot, so when he says that or something like that, it always leads to you running your big mouth and starting an argument.

You are surprised as hell when one of those arguments follows you back to the office and, in an apparent effort to get you to stop talking, Hotch presses your back against his closed door with his body and puts his hands on either side of your head, leaning in to kiss you rough and deep.

Kissing Hotch is not a thought you've ever entertained. It’s not that you don’t find him attractive—he’s pretty much everything you dream about in a man, tall and strong and commanding, with dark hair and big hands and a withering stare. It’s more that you are so different, that you are loud and lively where he is quiet and clearly repressed; the idea of the two of you together just doesn’t make sense, until it really, really does.

You fist your hands in his shirt, arch up to press your hips against his, and he puts his hands on your body and shoves you back against the door; there’s something hanging on the wall to your right, and its frame rattles with the force of it. You moan into the kiss, and he pulls back, panting, to look into your eyes.

“Was just trying to shut you up for a change,” he says, low, and you lick your lips, look over his face. He’s still angry, and his hands are hard on your hips, holding you down when you try to press up again. Your heart is pounding, your breathing harsh.

“It was working.” His eyes sweep over your lips, your heaving chest, and you suddenly want so many things, starting with his mouth on yours immediately. “Maybe try again.”

He tilts his head, looking like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or purposefully deny you what you’re asking for, but ultimately he gives in, leans in, takes your face in one of his big hands and kisses you hard.

You twist your fingers tighter in his shirt, slip him your tongue, and struggle against his hand so he’ll let you make contact, so you can feel the raging hard-on he has to be sporting. He takes his hand off your hip, and you think you’ve won, but he slides a thigh between your legs instead, pins you against the door that way, and grabs your wrists; he pulls your hands away from his shirt despite your tightening grip, holds your arms over your head, and deepens the kiss, makes it wetter and messier.

All your life, you have wanted this: someone bigger and stronger who could handle you at your mouthiest, who could calm the fire that’s always raging inside you and wind you up at the same time. Men have always been intimidated because you’re in the FBI, or because you were a cop, and for those reasons you’re also physically more capable than they expect; plenty of guys enjoy having a girlfriend who can rough them up a little, but not the guys you want. The guys you want see your strength, your fortitude, and they go running.

Hotch knows all of this about you, and he’s not running.

Far from running, he is crowding you up against the door, his body and his hands and his unrelenting mouth bringing you such pleasure you’re tempted to try to rub off against his leg. You grind against it, more to see what he will do than to actually try to achieve anything, and he shifts so both of your wrists are in one hand, brings the other to your jaw to hold it still. When he stops kissing you, you whimper at the loss.

“No.” So deep it’s almost a growl, his command is one you can feel in your bones, and you swallow hard. Your eyes are fixed on his, and you grind up against him again; his hand flexes on your jaw, presses into the bone, and while that feels really good, there’s something you want even more. You cover his hand with yours—his grip loosens, either because he knows you’re trying to ask for more or because he thinks you’ve had too much—and slide it to your cheek.

You let him go, look up at him, breathless, and he pulls back and slaps your face: not too hard, or too soft, just enough to sting and soak your panties. You gasp, lick your lips, dazed, and he switches hands, hold your wrists together with one and slaps the opposite cheek with the other. He takes your jaw in his hand again, tilts your face up like he’s daring you to act up.

You contemplate it, quickly weigh the pros and cons—acting up is looking better by the minute—but someone comes up and knocks on the door, right behind your head.

Hotch drops your hands, steps back, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, try to snap out of the trance you’ve found yourself in. He turns around, presses his hand against the front of his pants, clears his throat and says, “come in.”

It’s JJ, and she gives the both of you a concerned once over when she enters; she was in the SUV with you on the way back from the airport, had a front row seat to the argument that started it all. You can’t imagine how you look—flushed, breathless, a little confused?—but Hotch somehow manages to look unaffected, like he’s really just been up here bickering with you all this time. You envy his composure.

“I was just getting ready to leave, wanted to make sure you guys didn’t need anything.” He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and looks over at you; you shake your head too, hope that your inability to do much more than stand there can be attributed to the fight she clearly thinks the two of you were having. “Okay then. Have a nice weekend,” she says, flashing a soft smile, and she leaves, closes the door behind her. Hotch blows out a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair.

“Look,” he says, and your heart sinks so fast. You really thought for a second that things might be different with him. That you finally found what you’d been looking for.

“No, I get it,” you manage to say, and your voice is rough, but you look him dead in the eye because that’s who you are. “You didn’t mean for it to go that far. We can pretend it didn’t happen.”

You’re surprised again when he frowns, shakes his head.

“No. Well, yes, but no. I didn’t mean to take it that far, I’ve never—I’ve never done that.” He wets his lips and takes a step closer to you, and already your body knows how to react to his proximity. It’s like a switch was flipped, and now it can’t be unflipped. “But I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. Not if you don’t.”

You breathe heavily, let silence blanket the room for one heartbeat, two. Twenty.

“I don’t. I really don’t.” He takes another step closer, brings a hand to your cheek, but this time his touch is gentle.

“Then we won’t.”

His mouth, when it finds yours, is not gentle. It is bruising, probing, his tongue seeking yours, and you wrap your arms around his back, his shoulders, encourage it, until one of your hands drops to his belt and he grabs it, forces it down at your side.

“Not here,” he says through gritted teeth—probably because, while he’s saying no, the unmistakable bulge in his pants is actually begging yes. You move the hand he’s not holding, brush it through his hair, and he blinks slow. “Do you want to come home with me tonight?”

You’re pretty sure you’ve never wanted anything more in your goddamn life. The ride to Hotch’s place is slightly awkward. You are both mostly silent, in that stage of the hookup where you’re both reliving how you got here, wondering what will happen, if this is the right thing, if it’s worth it.

From everything you’ve seen so far, it’s really fucking worth it.

His apartment is very nice, clean, kind of bare in that modern bachelor way. Yours isn’t much better, because you are always at work, always looking at photos of missing women instead of your family and friends. You run a hand along the sofa—large, black, suede—and comment on it just to say something, and he puts his hands gently on either side of your throat, kisses you, and looms over you so you are forced to settle back onto it.

You lay back, one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched along the length of the cushions, and he pushes his way between your knees, drapes himself over top of you, kisses some more. You run your hands over him because he lets you, truly feeling his body for the first time, and the thickness, solidness, softness has you moaning against his lips for more.

He leans up, takes one hand off your throat, and moves the other to the front of it, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck. The image of him on top of you like this, your literal life, safety, comfort in his hands… it’s intoxicating, and you nod just slightly, to let him know that if he wants, this is something he can have. Something he can take.

He bends down to brush his lips over yours, then over your throat, your ear. “Just a little,” he murmurs, squeezing tight. “I’d prefer to discuss it more—unless you wanted to stop and do that now.” There is a smirk in his voice when he says it, because he knows already that stopping is the furthest thing from your mind. You’ll take just a little, for now.

He leans up again, flexes that hand on your throat in a way that makes your eyelids flutter. With his free hand, he loosens the knot of his tie, pulls it off, starts slipping his buttons free.

Undressing himself on top of you, making eye contact, restricting your air supply—never before have you been willing to give a man free rein of your body, but there’s a first time for everything, and he’s quickly earning himself a key to your kingdom. Your body thrums at the idea of being at his complete mercy, tied up maybe, legs spread, edged with his mouth and hands until all you can do is whine his name and beg to come.

Your face heats, and you whimper, and he loosens his grip, brushes his thumb over your mouth.

“Good girl. Are you alright?” You lick your lips, swiping your tongue over the pad of his finger, and nod.

“Yes, sir.”

You would never be insubordinate—okay, you absolutely would be, have been, were earlier today—but authority is not really your friend, so you aren’t the type of person to throw sir around like it’s second nature. Your use of the title here is deliberate—call it a hunch—and when his eyes darken, it’s clear it’s worth swallowing your pride over.

He takes his hand off of you, makes quicker work of his shirt with both hands available to him. You look down at his crotch, and he pauses to bring his hands to yours, moves them to his belt, giving you permission to open it. The clink of the buckle feels obscene in his quiet apartment, and you untuck his shirt so he can pull it off, left only in a tight undershirt that emphasizes every curve of muscle, the bit of softness across his midsection. He’s perfect, and you run your hands over him, moan, make sure that he knows it.

He pulls your t-shirt off, unhooks your bra and kisses your throat, your chest, cups your breasts in his hands and teases your nipples with a pointed tongue. You let your head fall back, because it feels so good and you want to feel his tongue lower, wonder how he’d react to the taste of the slickness that’s been pooling in your panties since he slammed you up against that door.

“Fuck. Please.” He looks up at you from where he’s mouthing at your breasts, pulls off with a wet sound and rubs his hand up your chest to curl around your neck.

“You have to tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’m not a mind reader.” You whimper, and he presses his thumb into your mouth, lets you suck on it a moment before easing it out. “Always running your mouth, always disobeying me. Always have to have the last word. Where’s that mouthy girl now?” You stare up at him, say nothing, and he slaps your cheek, pushes two fingers into your mouth when it falls open in a moan.

He’s back to undressing one handed, stands while his fingers thrust over your tongue and pushes his pants down, his underwear. You moan when his cock springs up, big and full, and you bob your head a little so maybe he’ll get that you want to give him a sickeningly sloppy blow job.

“No, you don’t get this yet,” he says, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and spreading the wetness over the dark head of his dick. “You don’t get anything until I give it to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you promise with a nod, and he pulls his undershirt off and works your pants open, drags them down your legs. He exhales deeply when presented with your panties—you’re certain they’re obscenely, visibly wet, and it’s confirmed when pulls them off and you can feel how messy you are, your sticky arousal coating your pussy, ass, and thighs.

He pushes your legs up, leans in, and swipes his tongue over you, from your opening to your clit, then over your inner thighs, and you moan, buck against him. Moving his hands to just behind your knees, he holds you tightly, lays his arms over the length of your pushed up thighs, presses down so you can’t move. You whimper at the restriction, and he presses harder, dives down to lick and kiss your pussy, to tug at your lips gently with his teeth.

“All this because of a little roughness?” he asks with a delicious jab of his tongue inside your aching hole. “Soaking your panties because I slapped your pretty face?” You pant, nod, and he rubs his tongue hard against your clit, gets you so close you can hear the change in your own voice as you moan, and then pulls back. “You’ve been needing someone to put you in your place for a while, haven’t you? Someone who can take hold of that smart mouth and render you silent. Do I have it right, baby?”

He has it exactly right and he knows it, only asks to hear you say the two words he probably never imagined he’d get out of you.

“Yes, sir.” It’s strained and weak, and he lays one forearm across your thighs, holds you down, and batters your clit with his tongue, rubs his huge hand over your hot, sensitive pussy until you come whining and trying desperately to move against him even though you can’t. “Oh my god, Hotch, fuck.”

He kisses you as soon as you sag against the sofa, groaning against your mouth, running his hands over your hips, and you are still trying to catch your breath when he gets his arms around you, scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom. From there, he tosses you roughly onto the bed, your body bouncing from the force, and then turns you over and wastes no time thrusting inside you, laying on top of you, his full weight all but guaranteeing you’ll come fast and hard.

“Does that feel good?” he grunts in your ear, pounding against your ass, and you whimper, claw at the sheets. He covers your hands with his, laces your fingers so you can't move them, pushes your hair off of the back of your neck with his nose. “Good girl, just lay there and take my cock. You aren’t the type to put up a fight, are you?”

That shouldn’t turn you on like it does, but you live to fight, and now that you have this incredible, sexy, strong man on top of you, dominating you the way you’ve only dreamed, it just comes naturally.

You try to buck back against his thighs but can’t because he’s so heavy, his thrusts so deep and rough. You try to get your arms free, whine when he holds your hands tighter, when he presses his biceps down against the backs of your arms so they can’t move at all. You thrash your head, moaning, loud, nearly primal sounds of pleasure, and he puts his mouth against the back of your neck, bites down hard like you’re an animal he’s forcing to submit.

“Settle, settle; just let me fuck you, let me come inside. You’re no match for me, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll back in your head as he speaks it into your ear, as he rocks his thighs against your ass, as you can feel the muscles of his stomach flex against your lower back. He uses your body, truly, every inch of it covered and compressed by the weight of him, forcing your breasts and clit to rub against the comforter; any one thing he’s doing would be enough, but all of it combined is almost too much, and you whimper, desperate, needy. “Too weak to do anything but let yourself be fucked, aren’t you? Whether or not we come is up to me.”

“Mmh, yes sir,” you breathe, and he leans in to bite the back of your neck again, possessive and rough. It sends a wave of arousal through your whole body, makes your pussy throb and ache. “Oh, god. Please, please make me come. Please use me to come.” Your voice is high, eager, so unlike you’ve ever heard it before that it somehow only adds to your pleasure.

“Using you, baby,” he groans in your ear, thrusting faster, harder, the fleshy smack of your thighs as he fucks and the wetness of your cunt as you take him in filthy and amazing. “I’ll make you come, I’ll come in you, if you promise to be a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?”

God, he’s really going to make you say this. Being a sweet, subservient girl is not in your nature, but it could be, for him. You’d be anything he wants you to be.

“Yes, sir,” you murmur, and he lifts one hand off of yours and puts it on the side of your head, pressing your cheek against the bed while he fucks you.

“Louder.”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice is louder, but less convincing, and he trails his lips over the curve of your ear, sinks his teeth into your exposed throat.

“Louder.” He punctuates it with a hard, almost brutal snap of his hips, and you can feel your orgasm so close, try not to become so focused on the feeling that you miss out on all the rest.

“Yes, sir, I’m a good girl. Please, please.” He picks up the pace, crushing you against the bed, beneath his weight, and you are sweaty, breathless, out of control—perfect.

“Yes you are, and you’re going to come for me.” Soft lips brush over the stinging bites he left on your neck, and he swipes his tongue over them, soothes them. “Who are you going to come for?”

“You, sir,” you gasp, body tensing, pussy clenching, and he groans.

“Who are you going to come for? I need a name, baby.” You whimper, moan, wish you could kiss him, taste him, and when you come it is violent, lengthy, gripping your whole body and dragging it somewhere you’ve never been.

“Aaron—oh, god, I’m coming for you, Aaron. Please, please.” Your eyes water as he fucks you through it, pumping deep until he spills inside you, panting that’s right, easy, just like that in your ear until he’s spent.

He settles on top of you, and the layer of sweat between you should feel disgusting, but it just makes you feel closer to him, like a good girl, like you earned the reminder of how hard you both worked, how hard you came.

He is all sweet kisses and gentle hands, asking if you are alright, praising your performance, your body; it feels so good, his velvet voice wrapping around you, his heavy body pressing down on yours.

You shower after that, so you can sleep; notorious insomniac that you are, he chuckles in your ear when you start to drift off in his arms almost instantly after he gets you both situated in bed. You wake to gentle hands sweeping over your body. You are bruised where he held you down, sore all over in the very best way; you hum at his touch, turn to face him so you can collect soft, sleepy kisses. You drape your arm over his stomach, bury your face in his chest, and he rubs his hand over the back of your neck where you are bitten and raw and claimed. It turns you on—the feel, the memory, the implication—and he lays you back against the bed, puts a pillow under your ass, then settles between your legs and kisses your mouth.

“Going to make you feel really good, baby. Just do as I say, be a good girl, and I promise I’ll make you come.” You nod, tired but horny and ready to do as he says, and he leans up over you, wraps his hands around your shoulders, hooks his chin against your neck. His weight is pressing down on you again, but this time it’s different, sweeter and more intimate. You smile softly, wet your lips.

He slides inside you, maneuvers your legs up over his thighs, and rocks upward, his pelvis lined up in such a way that it rubs right over your clit. You moan, wrap your arms around his back, roll your hips while he grinds against you, pumping shallowly inside but, more importantly, stimulating your clit with each stroke.

“Aaron,” you sigh, holding him tightly while he moves against you, and you throw your head back, gasp and groan while his heavy body glides over yours, while he breathes roughly in your ear.

“Yes, baby. Feels good? Want your sweet pussy to feel good, after I was rough last night.”

“Yes, sir, feels good.” It leaves your mouth as a groan as he humps against you right over your clit, as he tilts his head to kiss you softly below your ear.

“Not sir right now, just Aaron.” You hum, clutch him tighter, move against him, feel the tip of his cock come so close to slipping out just to have it pushed carefully back inside.

“Feels really good. I’m close.” He grinds a little faster, body rolling harder against yours, and you shudder, dig your nails in, and climax, easy and slow and delicious. He praises you even though, again, you didn’t do much, then leans up on his forearms and pushes in fully, thrusts quick and deep. “Mmm, yeah. Want your come.” You pull him close for a kiss, grip his shoulders hard while he fucks you fast, desperate.

You kiss his arms when he comes, panting and gorgeous over you, and when he collapses onto you you wrap your arms and legs around him, hold him tightly, and hum.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, knows that sound, and you press your lips to his shoulder.

“Just thinking how nice this is. How I like that last night isn’t all you want from me.” He makes eye contact, smooths your hair back, brushes a kiss against your mouth.

“I want anything—everything. I think we could be really good together, despite our differences… if that’s something you want.” You nod, smile softly, and he reciprocates, leans in for more easy kisses. “One thing, though: when I tell you to stay behind me, stay behind me.” Your smile melts into a scowl.

“You wouldn’t tell Derek to stay behind you!”

“Why are you comparing yourself to Derek? Why are you comparing at all, I told you—”

“I know what you told me, and it’s bullshit, so forgive me if I—”

“I don’t forgive you, actually, and if you keep talking back to me—”

“What are you going to do?” He demonstrates. It’s extremely effective. You still don’t stay behind him when he tells you to.

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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How the boys SIMP! w/ Bakugou, Kaminari and Todoroki

Request: I got like five requests about several of our favorite boys simping over their girlfriend so yeah, here we are.

Hi I’m not dead, yet at least. I;m starting to believe that my brain will turn to goo after all the chemistry and biology I’ve been studying. Sorry for not posting, my tumblr decided to be a dick and deleted my queued posts so haha yeah. Anyways my posts won’t be as regural as they used to because school....kill me. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: SIMPING

Bakugou Katsuki

-Okay he is rather subtle with his simping.

-He won’t straight up kiss the ground you walk on.

-BUT he will be kinder and a little softer.

-Maybe sometimes to the point others notice and it’s not a good look on him.

-Or at least that’s what he believes.

- “I have a reputation to keep, baby.”

-That was said behind closed doors at 3 am on the rare occassion he stayed past his bed time.

-And yes he will ignore his bedtime for you.

-One of his simping tactics.

-He will cook for you, he will pretend that he’s annoyed that you aren’t eating well enough or healthy.

-So he becomes mama Bakugou and starts cooking for you.

-Bento boxes for school, snacks while you are studying, dinner and breakfast.

-He will teach you how to cook some dishes for when he is not here and you get hungry.

- “We’re doing your favorite.”

- “Aww Katsuki, you know my favorite.”

- “Shut up dumbass and pay attention.”

-Speaks rather softly after a while, showing you how to correctly cut the ingredients and how to stir the mix without making a mess.

-He will just leen on the counter and watch you add all the ingredients with that little concentrated pout on your lips.

-His heart goes oops.

-He will be so engrossed with your beauty that you’ll have to give him a small shake when you need him.

-Pretends to enjoy what you’ve made if you messed it up somehow but will give you honest feed back and advice so you make something edible next time.

-You tend to spend the night at his dorm and he loves it.

-It’s usually on accident.

-You cuddle him while he goes to sleep and your plan is to get up and leave once you have taken your fill.

-But he is warm and oh so cuddly that you fall asleep as well.

-He wakes up around ten o’clock everytime to make sure you left and when he still feels you next to him he just lets out the most genuine smile.

-He will pull you flush to his chest *if you are not already* and take in your scent saying a little I love you before going back to sleep.

-The next morning he will wake you up before anyone else gets up and walks you to your room.

-Thankfully you are on the same floor so you don’t have to go far.

-He always walks with you to and from class no matter his mood.

-He monitors his tone when he can help it and will warn you when his mood is really awful.

-In general it’s the little things with him not grand gestures and all out simping.

Kaminari Denki

-Worships the ground you walk on.

-All out simping no shame.

-He will straight up give his soul for you.

-And he is rather proud of that fact.

-The polar opposite of Bakugou.

-And he can get on everyone’s nerves with his simping.

-Picks you up form your dorm room every morning, carries your bag to class and opens every single door you come across.

-Gives you his food if you show the slightest of interest in his meal.

- “Denki I just want a bite.”

- “I CAN GET ANOTHER ONE BABY!”

-Calm down sir....calm down.

-Has canceled game night because you had period cramps.

-The thing with that is you never actually asked him to come cuddle or something you just mentioned that you were heading to Recovery Girl for some pain killers.

-Man was waiting you at her office in -0.5 seconds.

- “I thought you were playing COD.”

- “I canceled.”

- “YOu wHAt?”

-Bakugou legit thinks you are the reason Kaminari keeps blowing them off.

-That you are some type of overly clingy girlfriend.

-DENKI IS AN OVERLY CLINGY GIRLFRIEND.

-Has gone off on a russian dude because while you were playing COD together he said something about girls being really bad at video games.

-Your man almost got banned.

-He skips class if you’re sick which is rather sweet but simultaneously really really dumb.

-Aizawa is coming fro his ass in 3....2....1.

-Boy didn’t even reach your door.

-You just heard your boyfriend’s girlish screams coming from down the hall followed by pleads of mercy.

-You were -><- this close to going out there to see what was going on but then you heard Aizawa’s monotonous voice and just went back to sleep.

-He later came over and narrated his traumatic experience.

-Poor baby just wanted to take care of you.

Todoroki Shouto

-He’s a mix of Bakugou and Denki.

-He likes being subtle and showering with affection behind closed doors but also will be at your beck and call.

-In your or his room he likes to hold you close like really really close.

-Oh you are studying?

-Will just hug you from behind.

-You are watching something on Netflix?

-Will rest his head on your shoulder.

-You do the same really because he is a very very touch starved baby and he needs more love.

-He Likes to bring you food that Fuyumi makes.

-He visits his sister on the regural so he always or almost always comes back with a small bento box with your name on it in Fuyumis delicate writing.

-Fuyumi loves you and she knows what a simp her baby brother is for you.

-In public he isn’t on Denki’s level.

-Yeah sure he will open the door for you.

-Sure he might ignore everyone else and only answer to you.

-But that doesn’t make him an immediate simp.

-No no.

-What makes him a simp is the way he treats you during free period.

-Clingy boy to the fullest.

-And a bonus, will do anything you ask.

-You are doing a project and you need to test something in extreme heats? He has laready rolled up his sleeve.

-You are thirsty from studying? He is already on his way to buy you a water bottle.

-He’s more of a protective simp.

-Considering who his father is he really gets protective over you whenever he is around.

-Also doesn’t like training with you because he doesn’t want to accidently hurt you.

-The last simp characteristic of his is drum roll......

-Your sleeping schedule.

-It’s fucked up basically.

-You tend to study until you pass out in his room and he will always carry your to your dorm unless you tell him otherwise.

-Will risk detention for being out past curfew just to get you to your room.

-I LOVE HIM!

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babu-haitani · 3 years

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Hello! May i request Toman reaction when they meet Baji girlfriend for the first time? The girlfriend is a beautiful, graceful, polite, calm ladylike girl who never swear and dislike physical violence but understand that sometime violence is necessary. Sometime chided her boyfriend for using vulgar language, but understand that its hard to change habits. Complete with a lady hairdo and that beautiful white, elegant, lady dress. Smart too. Basically the girlfriend is an epitome or quite the definition of a lady.

I don't know if I got this request right and I don't know If I managed to get Y/N in character but I still hope I got your request right...somehow? ENJOY!!!!

The 'Difference' (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Pairings: Baji x FEM! S/O ft. Toman Founders

"So...you're telling us, you have a girlfriend?" Draken asked the raven-haired boy in utter disbelief, Baji nodded his head profusely.

"YES! Why can't you guys just fucking believe me already!" Baji yelled in frustration, Mitsuya just let out a low chuckle before patting Baji in the shoulders.

"We kinda just find it hard to believe that you manage to get a girl before Draken ad he has Emma swooning over him" Kazutora spoke in between soft laughter.

"You know what? Fuck you---"

"BAJI KEISUKE!" Baji quickly turned around, his friends doing the same. They were all greeted by a beautiful woman who wore a pretty white dress, Skin that looks soft and white as snow, eyelashes were visible because of its really dark color and long length. She was beautiful and beside her were two men in black suits but despite being surrounded by two eye-catching men, she would still be able to steal everyone's glances.

"Y-Y/N!...Babe..." Baji called out, his friends turned to Baji with wide eyes.

"BABE?!" They all yelled in unison, you walked towards all of them. Gosh, even your walk was so graceful and beautiful.

You looked up at Baji and glared at him before reaching up to pull on his ear.

"What did I say about you cussing? I already approved of you using violence and here I'am hearing you cuss out your friends? That's impolite!" You scolded Baji as he was squirming to let you let go of his ear, you let go of him and placed both your arms in front of you in a polite manner.

"'m sorry babe, I can't help it! these dudes are pissin' me off!" Baji whined, you sighed and turned to look at his friends.

"I'll let you off this time, Kei..." You scowled at your boyfriend who just stared at you with a toothy grin while holding a peace sign, you sighed once more and smiled softly.

"Are you not gonna introduce me to your friends?" You asked, Baji quickly stiffened and smiled nervously.

"Right! sorry, totally forgot they were here" Baji explained as he lets out a soft chuckle.

As Baji was chuckling nervously, he was quickly pushed away by Mikey to which the raven-haired boy growled in annoyance.

"Wow...Are you really dating him?" Mikey bluntly asked you, Draken quickly swooped in and carried the small boy.

"Sorry for his impoliteness" Draken apologized, You let out a chuckle. Everyone (including your boyfriend) was frozen and stared at you, thinking of how cute you are when laughing.

"Do not worry, I got asked the same question by Kei's Mom and to answer your question. Yes, I'm dating him" You replied politely, Pah Chin quickly pushed Draken and Mikey away.

"Why? I'm stupid and don't know a single thing but I'm damn well sure that I wouldn't date this guy If I were polite and beautiful women" Pah chin spoke as he pointed to Baji.

"You fucke---"

"Baji Keisuke!" You called out to Baji who quickly stared at you in disbelief.

"They can cuss but I can't?!" Baji dramatically spoke, swaying his arms like a Damsel in Distress.

"You're my lover not them, I care about you that's why I tell you to no cuss. It's not that you're prohibited, just try to lessen that kind of habit" You explained, a soft smile plastered on your face. Baji quickly softened.

"Regarding, Sir...?" You asked as you looked at Pah Chin with questioning eyes, signaling him to tell his name.

"It's Haruki but call me Pah Chin and minus the sir" Pah replied, you nodded and then smiled.

"Regarding Pah Chin's question on why I dated Baji, I don't know the answer myself too. All I know is that I fell in love because of his goofy and unbelievable traits" You explained, Baji then lets out fake sobs.

"You fell in love..." Baji Whined as he walked towards you and hugged you, you just smiled and hugged him back.

"Are you sure this dude, didn't pay you? did he threaten to burn your house? Blink multiple times if he did" Kazutora spoke worriedly as he pushed Baji off of you, you laughed lightly and frantically waved your hand to a no.

"No, he didn't...In fact, If I remember correctly, I was the one who demanded Kei to date me. It was not lady-like but I can't help it, He was quite unique..." You lovingly spoke as you played with your fingers while you shyly looked down at the sudden memory of you yelling from the top of your lungs and yelling how you fell in love with Baji Keisuke and even started cursing because he was being dense about your feelings. Mitsuya then let out a soft laugh.

"Alright, We still have somewhere to go..." Mitsuya spoke, Baji quirked at what Mitsuya said and looked at him confused.

"We do?" Baji asked, Draken slapped Baji behind his head and whispered but it was too low for you to even hear what he said. Baji then blushed and did a thumbs up.

The other boys just stared at them confused but later on were pushed by Draken and Mitsuya while saying their goodbyes to you and Baji.

As soon as they were out of view, Baji quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and placed soft kisses on your jawline.

"I lkie you Baji Keisuke, fucking date me! If you won't then at least try! I can also try and commit arson along with you!" Baji mimicked your confession to him, you lightly smacked him on the shoulders to which he just laughed.

"I love you, Y/N...you know that right?" Baji exclaimed, you nodded as you gave him soft kisses on his cheeks.

"I know and I love you too..." You cooed at him as you held his hands that were placed on top of your stomach. He let out a soft chuckle as he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"hmmm...wanna go get some Peyoung?" You asked, Baji quickly jolted back up and stood up straight.

"YES PLEASE!!" He yelled happily, you hummed in agreement.

The two of you then hurried to go back to his home and ate Peyoung while watching some Movies.

BONUS:

After the boys left the two of you alone, they didn't actually leave but hid behind some bushes and eyed you both being all mushy and sweet. "That's gross..." Mikey said Kazutora agreed with him. "Who kisses someone on their Jaw? he could've just kissed her on the lips but then again who am I to judge when I know nothing" Pah exclaimed. "It's an endearment and besides...Baji seems to know what he's doing and I'm sure he'll take care of Y/N" Mitsuya spoke, Draken hummed; agreeing to what the lilac-haired boy said. The other boys just continued on watching while letting out gagging noises as soon as they all heard him say 'I love you's. "Gross..." Kazutora spoke.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #anime #anime x reader #headcanon #babu

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

part 1

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HI GUYS :D. i will be posting the visuals for this fic so pls wait :)

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun #jake sim #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake imagines

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finnyboywolfhard · 3 years

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Gross

Richie Tozier x Reader

summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross.

Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo

warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about

word count: 2.1k

The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.

“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.

“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.

“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.

“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.

“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”

“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.

“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.

“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”

“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.

“Hey Richie?”

“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.

“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”

“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”

“What if we made them stare for another reason?”

“You got an idea?”

“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”

“Please don’t slap me.”

“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”

“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.

“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”

“What should I do?”

“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.

“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.

“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.

“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”

“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”

“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.

Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.

“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”

“Fine.”

“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”

“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”

“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.

“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”

“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.

“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”

“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”

“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.

Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“You were thinking about me huh?”

“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.

“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.

“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”

“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.

“What were you really thinking about?”

“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”

“You really want a future with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.

“Oh and Richie?”

“Yeah?”

“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.

Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.

“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”

“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.

As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.

“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.

“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.

“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.

“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”

“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”

“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.

“I love you Richie.”

“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.

#richie tozier #richie toizer x reader #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie toizer imagine

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argylemikewheeler · 3 years

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July 1st, 1985

what the first ep of (my) s3 would look like if the main concept was: both Steve and Will are gay in 1985’s Summer of Love and the town’s enemy is a little more human; loving friendships, very confused adults, and Will Byers Actually Getting Help

“Harrington!”

“Yes, sir.” Steve looked up from his desk. He dropped his crossword and looked to be at attention; the police station’s phone wasn’t ringing, though, so there wasn’t really anything he should have been doing. Hopper stepped out of his office, angling himself toward the door rather than Steve’s desk island.

“Do you think you’ll be able to-- Harrington, what are you doing?” Hopper caught sight of the pocket thesaurus sitting on his desk (the last name written on the inside cover not belonging to Steve, of course). Hopper fixed his sunglasses on the edge of his nose, looking over them and down at Steve.

“I’m just, uh, working on my vocabulary.” Steve said. Hopper blinked twice, waiting. Steve wasn’t going to say the truth: he was dating-- well seeing someone-- way smarter than him. This wasn’t for joy or boredom. He was studying to impress. “It’s college prep, sir.”

“The crossword?” The chief evened his stare. “This your old man’s suggestion?” Of all the things Steve’s father was telling him to do with himself, he wished some of it was simply pecking at a crossword over a twelve hour shift. Fucking off and being a better piece of shit son just wasn’t feasible to accomplish in one summer.

“He swears by it.”

“Okay, well. Uh, moving on from that,” Hopper grabbed his hat from the coat rack. The topic of Steve’s father always made Hopper stiffen up; it was definitely the main reason Hopper gave Steve his job at the station, but it still created more questions. Steve knew Hopper and his father went to high school together, but he never asked his father about those years-- beyond his baseball glory stories. “I’ve got plans tonight and I need to head out early. Can you handle things on your own for a while. At least until the night shift comes in?”

“I’ll be fine.” Steve made sure not to acknowledge the crossword on his desk as he nodded. He was really good at his job, he was. He was also just, unfortunately, still a pretty shitty boyfriend and needed all the vocab help he could get. “What’s the pressing story?”

“I have dinner.” Hopper was already trying to walk out the door. “So don’t call me. For the love of God.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Chief. I--” Steve was sure it was the cool July wind that slammed the door on the last half of his sentence. Not Hopper. “won’t... Have a good time, I guess.”

The police station was empty: it was another boring and wonderfully quiet Monday in Hawkins. There’d been some calls to break up disturbances at city hall in the past few days, but somehow everyone just seemed to agree that Mondays-- the longest shift of Steve's whole week-- was the day everyone went about their quietest day.

There were a few officers milling in and out of the back lounge and front door, casting a quick glance to Steve as he muttered and threatened fourteen down and six across. Nancy had been helping close the gaps of his post-high school education-- without knowing just what for-- but had been picking up most hours at the Post to try and elbow her way into their good graces; it put his tutoring on hold. So here he was, groaning at some clues about classical artists he’d never heard of.

There were other reasons Steve was sure the other officers thought he was odd-- things he was sure his father had passed along in spitting rants-- but Steve didn’t mind. No one said anything to his face.

“Hey Flo! Is, uh, is Steve here?” The question was asked with the answer already in mind.

Steve sat up in his chair, twisting around to see down the hall to the back entrance to the station. There weren’t many parking spots to fill, but he knew a certain someone who preferred it to street parking.

“Jonathan?”

“Oh, I hear him. Thanks-- hey!” Jonathan hurried out from the hall, his camera bumping against his stomach and bag slapping against his leg in the same rhythm. He’d gotten a new haircut recently: semi-wonky bangs and a closer cut in the back. All thanks to Steve’s peer pressure and Mrs. Byers’s kitchen shears.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sorry to stop by your work like this--” he lowered his voice as he stopped at the corner of Steve’s desk. “I know we said we wouldn’t do that, but we got an extra muffin in the lunch order and I know you’re always starving after a Monday shift so.” Jonathan produced a folded brown paper bag from his satchel. “Here.”

“Oh, thanks.” Steve wanted to say so much more, but had to settle. No more. None of what they’d decided they wouldn’t say. Not until the summer had ended. They wanted to see if they lasted longer than the convenience of loose summer schedules.

“Won’t I see you, uh, later, though?” At eight, when Steve got sent home he always drove straight to Jonathan’s. Jonathan started late on Tuesdays and Steve had off; they had the time to waste. “Or is this your way of telling me to stay home?”

“No! No we’re still... hanging out.” Jonathan had gotten really good at cooking and treated Steve to weekly dinner. It was a nice gesture at first, but Steve started growing fond of the company. They both did around mid-June. “But, I think Mike’s going to be over so. Be cool , alright? Keep it cool.”

“Cool, got it.” Steve leaned back in his chair. He moved his papers to leave a corner of his desk for Jonathan to sit on. No one was in the main office; it was a harmless invitation.

“I have to get going...” It sounded like an excuse, a dive for safety. “And I’m sure you have, um, puzzles to do?” Jonathan pretended not to be endeared. He tried, he really did. He failed , but Steve pretended he didn’t notice.

“Don’t want to sit and help me figure out the title of Mozart’s last opera?” He patted the desk, daring to be more direct.

“I really have to go.” Jonathan was genuine, looking at his watch. “The Post only let me out early today because I have to go pick up Will from his doctor’s appointment.”

“Wait.” Steve put the cap back on his pen. “Isn’t Will’s therapy on Wednesday?”

“Yeah, but with Mom’s schedule and the store being all weird-- we had to move it to today. And you know we typically have a family night after-- so he feels okay, you know-- but we can’t . So, that’s why Mike’s coming over. Hopefully they’ll be idiots and tire Will out and he’ll sleep okay.” Tension rose in Jonathan’s voice quickly, explaining his day as if going over a laundry list; never rehearsing it but having it memorized.

“I can stay home if you need time, Jonathan.”

“No, really. I want you to come over.” Jonathan sighed and placed his hand on the emptied spot on Steve’s desk. “Besides, you can’t break tradition after a little over one month , then it was just a weird habit.”

Steve Harrington did not consider his summer fling a w eird habit . If anything, it was the most sensical thing he’d done in a very long time. Even after getting rejected from all his colleges, and never hearing the end of his father’s lectures, 1985 had been very kind to him. And that was mostly due to Jonathan’s inherent nature to be the same.

“I’ll see you after eight.” Steve smiled and reached for his hand-- but averted to grab a piece of memo paper by the phone.

“I’m sorry to leave in a rush.” Jonathan hitched his bag up, checking his watch again. “I just, I really need to get going.”

“Don’t worry. The muffin is more than enough.” Steve said. “And seeing you wasn’t too bad either.”

“Slow day, huh?” Jonathan said. The corner of his mouth quirked with a flattered, embarrassed smile. Steve tried to act nonchalant, like he wasn’t so goddamn relieved to see a familiar and happy face. Especially his familiar and happy face. “Well, good thing I have another surprise for you.”

“You can barely fit your camera in that bag, what could you possibly-- hey!” Steve missed grabbing Jonathan’s arm as he walked away, heading for the front door. “Where are you going?” Jonathan kept walking, checking his watch the whole way. “Hello?”

“Delivered right on time.” Jonathan pushed the front door open to the station-- but was nearly knocked over as a green dash barreled through it.

"Steve! Steve! Steve!” The dash was suddenly grabbing him by the shoulders. “You got the job!”

“Henderson! Oh my god! You’re back!” In an unlikely impulse, Steve grabbed Dustin in a hug, taking advantage of the change of height. “Holy shit, I nearly forgot! First of the month!”

“See you, Steve.” Jonathan walked across the room to the back entrance again. His hand braced the back of Steve’s chair, brushing across his shoulders.

“O-Okay! Yeah, see you!” Steve sputtered, losing his reminded cool in an instant. “Bye.”

Dustin pulled away slowly. “What was that?” It looked like everyone was too smart for Steve.

“Nothing. He brought me a surprise lunch-- which was an obvious decoy to the main event! You! How are you, buddy? How was camp?”

“Oh, it was fantastic. Steve, I have to show you all my inventions! Camp was the best four weeks of my life .” Dustin hopped up onto the corner of his desk. His heels tapped against the empty metal drawers. He was jittery, nearly uncontainable, but still so composed-- if only to be focused all on Steve.

Steve held his hands out, letting him start. “Lay it on me, Henderson! I want to hear everything. I missed you like crazy.”

“Well, first, obviously. I have to tell you about my girlfriend--”

“Whoa! Whoa! Girlfriend ? That fast?” Steve hadn’t been expecting any of his dating advice to work. It had been coming from such a poor and confused part of himself, Steve figured it was destined to fail. Apparently, it was just Steve that was-- when flirting with women at least. “Damn, there’s something in you after all!”

“She’s super smart, Steve. I’ve never met any girl like her. She’s a genius and she’s so pretty. God, I miss her already-- and I just saw her.”

Steve looked over his shoulder. He knew the feeling. “That’s great, man. I mean, I’m super happy for you. Like, that’s crazy . That’s freaking awesome.”

“So what about you? How are the ladies? I mean, you work for the Chief now. All the ladies you could need and more, am I right?”

Steve used to be really good at this part of the lie, but with Dustin it felt cheap. He didn’t need to lie to him, but that was the deal; no matter how much that person was Steve’s best and most beloved friend, their secret was a dead-bolt, vaulted secret.

“Eh, not too great. Only girl my own age I see-- besides Nancy, really-- is the night-shift girl, Robin. But she’s not really-- we’re just friends. She’s alright. Leaves me weird drawings in the memo pad.”

“Ooo, she sounds cool.” Dustin raised his eyebrows. “Do you know her from school?”

“Yeah, we didn’t really run in the same crowds but-- it’s not like that, man. It’s really not.” Steve started unwrapping his lunch. “It’s so not like that with Robin.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m not... looking at the moment.”

Steve had originally decided to not go looking for trouble. After he and Nancy split in the beginning of his senior year, he didn’t start looking for an immediate replacement. The illusion of thinking he was in love with Nancy-- capable of being in love with Nancy-- was a hard thing to have come crumbling down. Steve needed time to get his own bearings, to put his feet firmly on the ground, and have them lifted off when his father grabbed him by the lapels and--

Steve hadn’t gone looking for trouble. Hadn’t gone looking for love either. But somehow, both seemed to find him.

Jonathan was late. He usually wasn’t but Will was trying not to be worried. It was a different day than usual and he knew how awful Jonathan’s boss and co-workers were. Will tried not to be worried-- he wasn't. It was just that he had spent an hour talking about the night his father left their family; standing outside the doctor’s office was a bit nerve-wracking. It felt too familiar, even with all the talking and note-scribbling.

Finally, Jonathan’s car pulled into the lot. He was speeding, as much as his car could speed: he knew he was late, which made Will feel a little bit better. No one had forgotten him. It was just traffic or his bosses or maybe just hitting all the red lights. As Jonathan stopped in front of the curb and waved Will in, Will could see he was jittery-- he was upset that he was late. Will felt bad for counting the minutes.

Not that he did it out of impatience or anything. Will just formed the habit after getting his new watch. It matched Mike’s. Completely on accident, of course.

“Hey, buddy! Sorry I’m late. I was-- I had to run an errand really fast. How long were you waiting.” He moved his bag and threw it onto the backseat. Will would’ve held it on his lap.

“I wasn’t keeping track.” Will said, climbing into the passenger seat. Will wanted to ask if his bag had Jonathan’s camera in it. If everything was okay. He didn’t. It seemed like Jonathan had been in his therapy with Will, just as shaken up. “It’s okay. Thanks for getting me.”

Jonathan waited until Will put on his seat belt. “Of course. We’re always here to pick you up. Therapy is important; you have to go.”

Will laughed before he could stop himself. “You sound like Mom.” Why?

“Because she’s right.” Therapy was still kind of weird to Will-- since no one else in his grade had to do it-- but he humored his family. It was helping, if he had to admit it. But it was still embarrassing sometimes.

His therapist, Dr. Bright-- Rose Marie, as she insisted on being called-- was a send-out from the Lab, but disguised within a private practice just outside of town. She was able to listen to Will talk about what he saw and felt during his time with the Mind Flayer without trying to commit him. Almost nothing was off limits. Almost nothing.

Will checked his watch again.

“Are you excited to see Mike tonight?” The question was pointed, but Will wasn’t sure why it made him nervous. “I mean, I feel like I haven’t seen him in a bit.”

“Oh, yeah. He’s always with El.”

Will was sure they weren’t dating. El was just on a year-long stint of self-discovery and, besides Max, Mike was the person she trusted the most to help make as many helpful mistakes as possible. He bought her books to read and new music to try. It was really sweet, seeing Mike take such big strides toward helping their friend. But there was also a part of Will that felt dejected: his sort of help had to be prescribed and couldn’t be replaced with a warm laugh from one Mike Wheeler.

Will was sick while his friends were growing.

“Is there something wrong?” Jonathan used to ask the question like Will was one trembling lip away from crying-- but this time, he asked it like Will had his hand on the door, seconds from jumping out. “Will, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Will nodded. “I’m fine. Just-- I talked a lot today and I’m tired.”

“Do you want to cancel with Mike--”

“No.” Will had been looking forward to having time with Mike-- just Mike-- for a whole week. He wanted to sit on his floor with his best friend and be a kid again. Just for the night-- maybe draw some of Mike’s old campaigns or sketch out an idea for his own. He just wanted to remember something good about the past four years. After his hour with Dr. Bright, it all felt painful. Like his childhood naivety had been broken and every conversation he overheard in his house dripped with venom and disdain.

Will didn’t like picturing his house that way. It was a place that loved and raised him, a place he felt safe. He didn’t like thinking the conversations he heard being screamed through the walls were trapped in the drywall.

His arms felt heavy and his chest felt like it was made of metal-- he kept tasting it in his mouth. Will leaned back against the seat and reached for the radio. Jonathan turned it down before Will had even changed the station.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I just want to see Mike.” Will said, his mouth too honest and his mind shrouded in guilt. “I just want to see my friend.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jonathan nodded somewhat somberly. “I understand. Let’s go pick him up. He’s at his house right? Not El’s-- o-or The Sinclair’s or anything?”

“No. He’s at his.” Will crossed his arms and tried to find the loose string-- the thing that could uncoil Jonathan’s still-tightening anxiety. “Are you still dating Nancy?”

Jonathan turned to look at Will, nearly crashing the car. That was the wrong string. “What?”

“Nancy? Are you still dating her?”

“I was never dating Nancy.” Jonathan laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not dating Mike’s sister, don’t worry.” The clarification was strange and felt off-topic. Like Jonathan was trying to talk about something else.

“I thought you were. You guys hung out a lot during school.” Will heard her voice through the walls too. Always gentle, never yelling. Except when she was losing at playing cards. Then she shouted.

“She was helping me pass chemistry. That’s all.” Jonathan turned the radio up a little. Will checked his watch. “And then she helped me apply to the Post internship-- she’s great at writing papers, did you know that? A real wordsmith. Is Mike a writer too?”

He was, he really was. Grammatically, Will ran out of red pens trying to help, but creatively? Will envied Mike’s ability. “I don’t know. We don’t really talk about that kind of stuff like you two do… Since you two are dating.”

“We’re not .” Jonathan laughed. Will took advantage of an upcoming stop sign to lean forward and look at his brother’s crimson face. “We’re not, Will, okay? We’re really not. I’d tell you.”

“You’d tell me?”

“Of course! I’d tell you if I… I had a girlfriend. Which I don’t!” He stayed at the stop sign for a bit too long. “Do you?”

There was an option to play dumb, to make Jonathan ask more directly: do you have a girlfriend, Will ? but it sounded far more painful than being honest, than being as lonely as he was.

“No. I don’t.”

“And you’d tell me. If you were dating someone?” Jonathan looked at Will, hopeful but scarcely so. “You’ll tell me if anything big happens in your life?”

“Yeah.” There wouldn’t be anything happening at all that summer, that was for damn sure . “Absolutely.”

Steve had about seventy percent of his puzzle done-- fifty of which was because Dustin was an unstoppable genius with no tolerance for Steve’s careful pace. It was just about quarter past seven, and Steve’s back was getting sore from sitting in his chair all day. He only liked sitting when it was in his car, on his way to the Byers's House, careful, of course, to obey all traffic laws.

Steve was packing his crosswords and pens up in the top drawer of his desk when something clattered the back door open. Steve grabbed a pen and whipped around in his seat, as if to wield it like a weapon.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

“Hey dingus.” Luckily, Steve couldn’t even see Robin yet-- or rather, she couldn’t see him or his emphasized eye roll. She could hear him groan though. “Hey, shut up and quit whining. I’m sending you home early.”

Her head popped out from the hallway. Robin’s ponytail was high on her head, the hair flopping over and getting caught in her stringy bangs. She flung her backpack out from behind her and tossed it toward Steve. She wasn’t in her uniform yet, only wearing the buttoned up shirt-- unbuttoned and showing her torn and dyed shirt underneath. She was wearing jogging shorts, her knees torn up and covered with Band-Aids. They reminded Steve of the ones taped to his face after getting a plate smashed into his forehead. Deceivingly cheerful.

“What are you doing here early?” Steve stood and followed her, holding her backpack awkwardly in his hands. “You’re never early.” Eight on the dot. Every time.

“I figure you want to get out of here tonight.” She didn’t even stop to look at Steve as they walked into the back room. “Probably want to see your boyfriend.”

Her words weren’t sharp, but Steve still recoiled. He let his arms, and her bag, hang by his sides.

“Who? Jonathan?” The only way Jonathan and Robin had ever met was in the hallways of Hawkins High. She definitely never saw them interact at the station-- or on any of their nights together: they were always indoors. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“First off, I didn't even say a name." Shit. "Second, he came in the other day looking for you.” Robin started buttoning her shirt up, fixing the collar as she finally turned to see Steve. “He was really upset-- didn’t even know what time it was to know you weren’t working.”

“Upset?” Technically, it wasn’t Steve’s problem. It was the deal; they didn’t have to care about each other’s lives. It was just summer. It was just like any other summer.

“Yeah. Crying, sniffling, snot-- the whole nine, man.” Robin sounded extremely sympathetic despite beginning to change her pants. Steve whipped around, covering his face. “You should go see him. Make sure he’s okay. Be a good boyfriend... shithead.”

“He’s not--”

“Steve, I’m the last person you should be arguing with.” Robin laughed-- and it was only momentarily threatening. Until, of course, Steve realized what she meant.

Like all good secrets kept at Hawkins PD, Steve kept his mouth shut and nodded even if she wasn’t looking.

“Yes, sir--ma'am-- Robin.”

“So, are you going to go or what, dingus?” She tapped him on the shoulder. “Get out of here-- and tell me all about it Wednesday.”

Steve blinked at her, holding out her bag. As if it was enough thanks to give her back her own property. “Are we… friends, or something?”

“No, of course not.” She winked, slapping his arm. “Just looking out for one of my own.”

After picking Mike up from his house, they drove home in uncharacteristic chatter. Jonathan was the only one speaking, humming along to the radio. Will was exhausted beyond performative small talk; the type that had to be done between two best friends when a third party was present. Mike was great at just sitting with Will in silence, but Jonathan didn’t know that. Instead, the three of them passed around quiet jokes and laughter, answering questions about their friends for Jonathan’s upkeep of information.

Once they got in the house, Jonathan let them wander off into Will’s room as he started pulling pots out of the kitchen cabinets. He wouldn’t bother or pester them about any summer work, either. They would be left alone in their own coupled silence.

Mike was sitting cross-legged on Will’s floor, twisting one of Will's crayons between his fingers. Will needed new ones but he felt funny asking for them as a near-freshman in high school. He liked the glide of wax on paper compared to the scrape of colored pencils. Well, that and the fact he ruined half of his crayons the year prior making a full map of Hawkins in a fugue state and only had two crayons able to be used normally.

“You had doctor stuff today, right?”

Will was digging under his bed for his emptier sketch book. “Yeah. Therapy. Doctor doctor stuff was two weeks ago.”

“How was it?” Mike let his hand still and rest in his lap. “Like, what do you do in therapy? Just start talking?”

“Yeah, but it’s more than that. You have to think about stuff too. Doctors ask you questions, sometimes.” Will pulled back and drug his old drawing supplies along the carpet. He sat back on his heels and was able to see Mike over the top of the bed. He didn’t know Will was looking. “You have to have answers.”

“What do they ask about?” Mike kept looking at his hands, unaware of Will. “Upside down stuff?”

“Sometimes.” Will shuffled back around to Mike's side of the bed. He could feel the tiniest bit of rug burn starting. “She asked me about my dad today.”

Mike looked up, almost immediately. “Can she do that?”

“Why can’t she?” Will popped the lid on the retired Tupperware, now his art bin. “I talked about it.”

“I thought you didn’t like to.” Will had never said those words which meant Mike had gathered it from just observing him. “Did you… like talking about it?”

“Not really.” Will laughed. He found a few extra crayons, but of all the wrong colors. “She had this big speech afterward about learned helplessness that I… really didn’t like.” Will tried to keep laughing.

Mike put the crayon back in the bin. “Are you okay, Will?”

“Yeah. It’s just… the same old stuff.” Will shrugged. “Sometimes it just bothers me more than other days.”

Mike bit the inside of his cheek, picking at his words carefully. “You never talk about your dad, Will.”

“Why would I?”

“Because it bothers you. You can talk about anything you want-- I… I would listen.”

“You don’t have to listen to it just because it happened to me, you know. My therapist says you don’t have to experience things with me for them to be real.”

“But I want to know.” Mike looked insulted, almost crushed and collapsed as he sat back on his hands. “That’s your dad,” he said. “And you’re my friend.”

They sat in silence for a while. Mike went back to studying a new crayon, picking at the wrapper. Will felt something forming in his throat. A bubble that was hot, thick and sticky. Not vomit, but not impending tears either.

“I don’t get why he left.” Will said. “I don’t know what happened to our family.”

“Nothing happened. Maybe he just… wasn’t good at being your dad anymore.”

“But then why? What did I do?” Will didn’t want to ask Mike, make him feel responsible for answering, but Will was desperate to ask the universe again.

“Nothing.” Mike said. “I just think he…”

“He what? My dad got tired of me? Didn’t want to raise me?”

“Maybe he actually learned how to take a hint and knew he wasn’t good enough for you and Jonathan-- or your mom.” Mike wanted to be hopeful, to be positive, so badly. He ached, his smile tight and weak. He didn't have the answers, and who was Will to put him in the position to come up with them.

“So he gave up.” Will said.

“That’s not what I meant--”

“I know. I know… That’s just how it feels.” Will shrugged. He smiled at Mike, accepting his help and his warmth. It hurt knowing that Mike was wrong, but still. Will could always pretend a little longer. Anything for Mike.

“Hey! You monsters hungry?” Steve clapped his hands together before gently tapping the door. “Jonathan’s got dinner on the table.”

The door was open. Steve didn’t have to knock. He wanted to, just to prove he wasn’t too comfortable, but he also knew Mike was over. And knocking would announce his entrance rather than letting it just be something that just was . Rather than being cool .

Awkwardly and with a lot of weird, throat-clearing fanfare, Steve opened the Byers’s front door and poked his head inside. Jonathan called him in from the kitchen without even needing to say hello, or being surprised by his walking in: In here, Steve! Dinner’s almost done .

Steve walked through the living room carefully, as if he’d disturb it. There was a tape playing softly-- some band Steve’s never heard of, but didn’t hate. He’d grown to like the way that every song played in the Byers house was always moody and melancholy. The music was always the opposite of how he felt stepping into the kitchen.

Jonathan was at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. He had what looked to be tomato sauce stains on the front of his shirt-- where he wrapped his hand up to open the sauce jar. Steve was able to hide his smile as he shouldered off his uniform jacket and toed off his shoes, claiming a chair at the kitchen table.

“How was work?” Jonathan didn’t stop stirring. He moved like the stove was turned all the way up and he was afraid of burning the food. He spoke that way too.

“It was fine. Not a whole lot.” Steve didn’t want to have anything seem bigger than whatever upset Jonathan-- and seemed to still be upsetting him now. “How was your day?”

“Fine. Will and Mike are in the other room.” He was checking things off his list. Steve stepped up to Jonathan and stood even with him at the stove. He was making one-pot pasta. It really did smell fantastic. Steve was so hungry, even after his lunch.

“How was… the other things in your day? Develop any good pictures?” Steve covered how stupid he sounded by placing his hand on Jonathan’s lower back.

Jonathan stopped stirring and looked at him. Steve tried to keep cool, tried not to show his motives-- his attempt to calm something he couldn’t believe he’d missed spinning out of control, even if he didn’t know what it was. “Nancy walked into the dark room today-- she’s actually the one who gave me the muffin-- and she exposed the photos to light too early. So no, actually.”

Steve really was a bad boyfriend. Even when he wasn’t one yet-- or at all.

“Okay… how was. Everything else?”

“You don’t have to ask about my day, Steve. It’s okay.” Jonathan sighed and spoke evenly. “I’m just a little tired. Really. We don’t have to do the whole… thing .”

The whole thing where Steve was explicit about how much he really cared about Jonathan and admitted he was sincerely and terrifyingly in love with Jonathan.

“I was asking because I was curious. Not out of obligation.” Steve clarified. His hand slid to rest on Jonathan’s hip. He moved closer, lips aiming to place a commitment-less kiss on his cheek.

“Steve! I said to keep it cool .” Jonathan ducked back, placing a hand on Steve’s chest. “I don’t want Will to see us.”

“Your brother?” Steve was surprised; of all people Jonathan explicitly wanted to hide from Will seemed kind and forgiving-- not that there was anything to forgive, but it was something Steve often checked for. Steve was sure that one of Dustin’s friends would be… like Steve. Or like Jonathan-- maybe. All of them seemed prepared to deal with any of their friends suddenly being different. Far more prepared than Steve ever was.

“Yes. My brother.” Jonathan snapped, banging the spoon against the edge of the pot. “I don’t want him to learn I’m not dating Nancy but instead seeing her ex-boyfriend in the same day.” he whispered.

“Wait, what? He thinks you’re with Nancy?” Steve wasn’t sure where they went wrong. They were trying to obscure the truth, not lead everyone to a different reality. “D-Do you think Mike does too?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t want to ask and seem weird.” Jonathan sighed again. He sounded tense again. “I told Will I’d tell him if I was seeing anyone… And he promised me the same.”

Steve knew not to press the obvious question-- well are you seeing someone, Jonathan? -- but also didn’t want to touch the obvious implication that Will needed to share a secret with Jonathan. Instead, he placed his hands into his pockets and turned to lean against the counter.

“Dinner smells really good, Byers.” There was another name that began with “B” that Steve wasn’t allowed to use, but always wanted to. Byers Byers Byers. Baby baby baby. “Thank you, again, for cooking for me-- for us.”

“You think I’m going to let you starve?” His stirring slowed; the stove cooled down. He nudged Steve’s arm with the spoon. “You coming home late and trying to cook? You mean half-drinking a beer and falling asleep face down on your bed in your uniform, half unbuttoned.”

“You picture that often, Byers?” Steve lifted an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Jonathan’s lips quirked into a smile again. “But, if you’d like a beer, I think there’s one in the fridge. No one in the house is going to touch it.”

“I can go ask Will if he wants it.”

“Shut up-- do you want it or not?”

“No.” Steve didn’t like drinking when they were together. He’d never really heard the full story about where Mr. Byers went, but he had a father of his own to make those blank spaces fill pretty fast. “But thanks. Don’t want the habit of needing a beer to forget how boring my job is.”

“I thought you liked your job?” Jonathan took a piece of pasta out of the pot and held it out for Steve to test.

He chewed and answered. “I do! It’s nice to have normal hours-- and I’m happy to help have replacements as Flo gets ready to retire but… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels boring .”

“Would you rather be chasing down a four-legged monster without a face?” Jonathan let out a bubble of genuine laughter, playfully glaring at Steve.

“Frankly, yes! At least we’d all have something to do. I feel like I don’t see everyone anymore.”

“Then throw a party. Don’t wish for anything bad to happen.” Jonathan said firmly. “Let the record show my brother is a very strange magnet for all this… weird shit.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Steve said solemnly. He put his hand on Jonathan’s forearm. “I wish we were all safely doing something exciting. It felt nice to be needed, even if no one knew it was us.”

Jonathan put the spoon down on the counter and pivoted to be looking only at Steve. There was something resting just on the tip of his tongue, just under the surface of their conversation. It would’ve been a digression-- Steve could tell by Jonathan’s tense and furrowed brow-- but he would’ve listened.

“Jonathan?” Steve squeezed his arm, lifting his eyebrows. “What is it?”

“I--” He clenched his jaw, trying to swallow his words. “I think--” Steve knew there was no end to Jonathan’s sentence; merely starting it meant there was trust between them. A careful admission through omission. Steve knew Jonathan was looking at his shoes and wouldn’t be seen as he took in the secret flinches of Jonathan’s face. The crinkle by his left eye, the twitch of his mouth, double blinking--

They both jumped apart as the phone started ringing, practically shaking on the wall. Jonathan stepped away from Steve and left everything unsaid. Again.

Jonathan tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he turned to lean against the wall.

“Hello? This is--” His face changed sharply, his eyebrows furrowing. “I told you to stop bothering us. You’re lucky she’s not here to pick up the phone-- I don’t care !” Jonathan cleared his throat and looked at Steve in a flash of uncertainty and anxiety. “I have the police here right now and if you don’t stop calling me I will send them to your house-- it’s not a threat if you’re the one bothering us. Stop. Calling.” He slammed the phone down and braced his weight against the wall with his other hand.

“Am I considered ‘the police’ now?” Steve said lightly. It was his way of letting Jonathan know he was listening, but not asking direct questions. “I’m not even allowed to have a badge.”

“It counts.” Jonathan said, letting his arms fall down by his sides. Steve stepped over and kept stirring dinner.

“Who was that?”

“No one. Can you go get the boys in the other room? Dinner’s ready.” Jonathan pushed Steve aside to hunch over the stove again.

“Sure.” Steve nodded, knowing he wasn’t seen. “Hey! You monsters hungry? Jonathan’s got dinner on the table.”

Dinner felt weird.

Will couldn’t help but feel like he and Mike had gotten into a fight. Talking about his dad made anything feel sticky, feel like it was violent or volatile. A second from snapping or tearing off, bouncing around the walls and echoing in Will's body. A small conversation between friends-- actually a little understanding between best friends-- felt like it had been a screaming match, all because it was cut off. There was no apology from Will. He didn't have the chance to tie it all up with an I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, forget I said anything.

His plea sat heavy on his tongue as he talked to Steve-- who had arrived without notice-- and let Mike make him laugh so hard he nearly shot water out his nose. Will let it all happen under the tremor, the ache, of an apology. And maybe, if he was the best brother and friend he should’ve been, no problems or therapy, it would be enough of an apology.

He wasn't hungry and only ate half his serving of pasta, even though it was usually his favorite of Jonathan's recipes. He did apologize for that though, and it felt right to say aloud. Even if it was misdirected and no one heard it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm so so sorry. Please come back--

Mike wasn’t tired, Will knew, but he still wanted to go to bed right after their horror movie ended. It was clear Mike hadn't been paying attention to the movie; the entire plot was that dreams were a new horror-scape for monsters to get teenagers. It wasn't too scary to Will; it just felt familiar. The villain looked different, more human, but Will knew what it felt like to dream while wide awake. To watch and be unable to do anything but scratch at the surface--

Convincing Will to get ready for bed, Mike said they’d have all day in the morning. He said that maybe he could convince his mom to let him stay over again if they don’t get all their fun in. Will knew Mike's mom probably would, if only because she felt bad for Will. But he would take the pity. A sleepover wasn't the worst thing to get from pity.

Will could still hear Mike fidgeting in his sleeping bag. He was rubbing his feet together like a cricket and twisting his wristwatch. The plastic scratched the sheer material of his sleeping bag rhythmically: back and forth. back and forth. backandforthbackandforth. It was like Mike was counting the ticks of his silent digital watch. Will began to play with his own watch, keeping it on in bed only because he'd noticed Mike hadn't removed it when they were brushing their teeth that night; apparently the watch was too good to part with.

Time though, was something Will wished he could separate himself from. He could hear the seconds scraping by now. Every moment he kept his friend awake and bored because Will was too weak or (rather and) too everything to stay up late again.

Therapy hadn’t even been that bad. Not really. Maybe it could be exhausting but it didn’t count because Will sat in the same spot for an hour. It wasn’t real work. It shouldn’t have counted. Will should’ve been able to hang out with his friend until sunrise, getting in trouble with his mom for being up so late. He should’ve still been a stupid, carefree kid, not a by-gone troubled teenager.

Maybe his dad had seen that from the beginning. Will's dad was always gambling, betting on baseball games he had these incredible "feelings" on. Sometimes he was wrong, but when he was right it was an amazing prediction; having the foresight no one else had. And maybe that was what it was, leaving them when he did. Maybe he saw Will wouldn’t be the second son he wanted after all. Maybe he knew of all the damage that would be done to him, the damage he would cause. Probably saw it from miles-- years-- away. And he left without a single warning to any of it.

What if his father had known? Could've known where he was when he came back into town two years ago? Not gone forever just in the lights. Just out of reach, just through the wall, Dad. What if he had known, been able to see, able to know, but wanted to leave Will Down there being possessed and enveloped and consumed and--

Will felt a chill scurry down his back. The feeling almost had legs. Too many. He felt ice cold, his body going blank-- not numb, but blank -- for a second. He couldn’t feel his fingers, but could still feel every inch of his body, suddenly pulsing and seizing.

"Will?" Mike asked, sitting up. He gripped the end of the bed and pulled his face closer to Will's. He squinted in the darkness, feeling for Will’s hand. Will couldn’t answer, his jaw tense and breath rattling out of him. "Will, what’s wrong?"

After a (thankfully) non-awkward dinner, Steve and Jonathan washed all the dishes and let the boys watch whatever movie they wanted. Steve didn’t pay attention to what tape he put in the VRC. He was too busy thinking about the hands hidden in the warm soapy water in the kitchen sink. Neither Mike nor Will seemed too bothered by the disgusting amount of blood or the scary blade man on the TV. He felt no regret letting them go to bed right after the credits rolled. Jonathan had looked exhausted after putting the last dish away, and dozed off during the climax of the movie-- even slept through the high-pitched screaming.

They waited for the sound of Will’s door closing over before they got into bed.

Jonathan flopped onto his back, a pillow resting between his chest and crossed arms. Steve laid on his side, bracing his weight on his elbow. He poked at Jonathan's furrowed eyebrow lightly.

"What's the problem, Byers?"

"Nothing."

"You are not a really great liar, you do know that right?" That and Steve could still hear Robin's blasé recounting of Jonathan's distress. Yeah. Crying, sniffling, snot-- the whole nine, man.

Jonathan sighed and turned to look at Steve. He hated being called out. "It's about Will."

"What's wrong with Will? He seemed alright at dinner."

"Yeah, but," Another sigh. "Steve, I think my brother’s gay."

Steve's first response was swallowed and he nodded. "Okay. Okay. And, um, what's the issue with that?" He adjusted himself on the bed, hoping there was more subtlety in that.

"I can't talk to him about it. I mean," Jonathan smiled and reached to touch his face. "This is a very different thing than being fourteen and confused."

"Who says he's confused?"

"I don't mean with himself-- the rest of the world is so confusing, Steve. You see the news... I can't talk to him. I didn't grow up like that. And being with you is... Different. We dated girls before. Will... I don't know. I think he knows already."

"You think he's got feelings for--"

"Oh absolutely." Jonathan nodded, closing his eyes. "Oh, I'm so glad it's not just me who sees it."

"Hopefully Wheeler does too."

"Hey, keep your voice down, he's only a few rooms over ."

"Sorry. Sorry. Me and my big mouth " Steve rested his head on Jonathan's shoulder. "Shut me up, maybe."

"Not until my mom gets back." Jonathan said, rolling up onto his side too. "If I catch her when she comes in the door, she won't come into my room to say good night. I can't have you distracting me until then."

"Your mom is on a date. She's an adult and so are you." Steve kissed Jonathan's shoulder. "You are a working man who just finished a long day at work-- I think you can cuddle up with your boyf--" Steve choked on his own stupidity, feeling his face go red and charisma die on impact. "With me."

"I will. Once my mom is back." Jonathan kissed Steve, as if a parting promise. Only to backtrack on his words immediately. He tucked Steve’s hair back behind his ear, his hands trying not to hold his face. “No-- no . Steve, not until my mom gets back.”

“I can keep an ear out--” As Steve spoke, the power in his bedside lamp dimmed. The power hummed quietly before flickering back up. Jonathan tensed and pushed himself up in bed.

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah, it was just the light, Byers. It’s windy out tonight, maybe a tree brushed a powerline.” Steve pushed Jonathan back down to his pillow-- and back into his own skin again. “It’s nothing . What if I turn out the light? Your mom won’t even see us in here.”

“No. No, I have to wait for her.”

“What if she doesn’t come back?”

“What!” Jonathan jerked upright again.

“I meant what if she’s at Hopper’s or something?” Steve shrugged. “She’s an adult.”

“Steve, that’s my mom .” Jonathan hissed, swatting at the hand resting on his shoulder.

“I meant because she drove there on her own. If she had some wine, maybe she stayed somewhere and is being a smart, responsible parent.” Steve soothed. “Something you don’t have to be right now. You’re not Will’s parent and you aren’t your own. Lay down, will you?”

Jonathan was reluctant, but let Steve ease him back down again. He pulled the pillow tighter to his chest and sighed, his crossed arms sinking deeper. Steve laid down beside him, nose gently touching the end of his shoulder. As he breathed, his short exhales tickled Jonathan’s skin and got him giggling. It was Steve’s secret trick; something that always worked because Jonathan didn’t know it was a pattern-- didn’t know he was ticklish.

“Sorry I was weird today.” Jonathan said suddenly. He wasn’t even grinning.

“What?” They didn’t apologize. There was no need. “You’re worried about stuff-- it’s okay.”

“No, I like our dinners. And I was so uptight. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” Steve didn’t know what to do with the sentiment. “Apology accepted?”

Jonathan sighed again, blowing it out slowly between his pressed lips. “Lonnie called today.”

“L- your dad ? Is that who was on the phone?” Steve wasn’t sure what came over him-- or his body-- as he placed an arm over Jonathan’s waist and pulled them together. There was something unspokenly intimate talking about abusive fathers while being nearly sutured together in bed, but Steve pretended he was just having problems hearing Jonathan correctly.

“Yeah.” Jonathan turned, his nose brushing Steve’s. “Said he wants custody of Will. He doesn’t trust Mom, he said.”

“How is he-- He can’t do that.”

“He’s going to try. I don't know where it came from. He still thinks he can win a case because the news says Will just disappeared into the woods . Like he ran away from us or something.”

“Everyone knows that’s not true.”

“A court might not.” Jonathan sighed, ducking his head down. Steve resisted lifting his chin to hook it over Jonathan’s head, nestling him into his neck. He laid still, listening to his breathing and the gentle creaking of the house--

Jonathan's door was thrown open, both men sitting up quickly, ready to defend themselves and their actions. It was Mike, in his pajamas with his hair sticking out in wild curls. Will stood just behind him in the hallway looking far more awake. Stilted and untousled.

"Mike?"

"Jonathan, quick!"

"What is it?" Jonathan swung his legs around and motioned both boys to come in. "Will?" Mike pushed him into the center of the door frame, although he remained in the hallway, in the light. Will’s hand grabbed at the back of his neck. His face was blank and his eyes were distant.

"Something's wrong." Will said slowly, blinking to focus. "I feel him."

"Feel who?" Jonathan kneeled in front of Will, holding his shoulders. "Feel who, Will?"

"Dad."

#stonathan #jonathan byers x steve harrington #byeler #will byers x mike wheeler #byler #finally reposting in a way that isn't a random post with a link alksdja #prompts #my fics

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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hey hey! if you’re feeling up to it, may we get some romantic pete hcs/a blurb? 🧎‍♀️

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Meet The L/N’s | Pete Davidson

Ask and ye shall receive (sometimes. Today, atleast.)

tw?: Hoelotta angst with a happy# ending.

Word count: 2k

You and your family didn’t always get along, thus you moving all the way to New York so you could have a life of your own, but every once in a while you got together and it was actually nice. You were laughing and reminiscing, when all the sudden there was a knock at the door.

Walking over, you didn’t think to check the peephole before opening your door. You instantly regretted this as you were met with the sight of you boyfriend standing in front of you, all six foot of him, pizza and ice cream in hand.

“Hey, you look cute.”

You stood, frozen in place, unsure what to do. It wasn’t until Pete leaned in for a kiss that you moved out of his way, swinging your arm out in a gesture to invite him in.

Your mind swirled as you tried to remember if you had accidentally agreed to a date with him the same week that your folks would be in town. You only hoped the shock, or was it fear, didn’t come across on your face.

As he stepped into your apartment you scurried off to the kitchen, Pete close in tow behind you.

“Oh, you have people over. Sorry, I would’ve brought more if I knew she had guests.” He says, waving kindly to the group of people in your living room on his way to the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you. Who are they?” Pete asks, his voice low as he sets the pizza on the table.

“That’s my family.” You whisper back, sighing.

“That’s alright, we were just talking about what to have for dinner anyway.” Your mom says, waving off his apology

Yeah I’ll order more pizza.” You say, excusing yourself to the bathroom. Once you’d walked in and locked the door, your back slid against the wall until your butt hit the floor. The entire situation was stressing you out and you needed a moment to think, you’d order the pizza later.

“Nice to meet you, finally.” Pete says, walking into the living room to greet your family. He wipes the sweat from hands subtly on his pants before extending his hand to your father, indulging in a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Your father replies, although unsure who exactly he was meeting. Pete tried guessing everyone's names, leading to a more formal introduction of who they were and whether they were your older or younger sibling. It got quiet though, after, as no one was quite sure what his name was, or if it would be rude to ask.

“So… You’re (Y/n)’s friend?” Your mother tries

“Uh, Yeah- well, we’re dating.”

“Oh, really? For how long?”

“Been dating for five months, but we’ve known each other,” Pete paused to think before continuing “A little over a year and a half.”

“Wow, you’ve been together that long? She never even mentioned she was seeing anyone.” Pete’s smile dropped momentarily, suddenly very self conscious of himself.

“Yeah,” his sentence was broken up by a small, awkward laugh “I didn’t know you guys were gonna be here, otherwise I would’ve dressed a lot nicer.” He stopped again, nodding as he stood in the middle of your living room, your family looking up at him from their seats “and more pizza.” He tries, feeling like he’s in the middle of the worst standup show he’s ever done.

“What’s your name?” Your sister asks, breaking the awkward silence. God, how long did it take to order a pizza?

“Oh, Pete. Yeah, well, Peter, but no one calls me that. Except my mom when I fuck up. It sucks cause, like, I live with her- Well, not with her, we share a place, whatever I don’t have to defend myself. But like, when I fuck up and drop something she can just call from upstairs, like theres no getting away with anything.” He jokes, shooting a pleading glance over at the bathroom door.

“Hey, you’re still better than the last guy.” Your sister says, piquing Pete’s attention. Finally, some crowd interaction.

“Oh, yeah? Making fun of my girlfriend's exes with her family, I’m here for it. What’d he do?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She whispers, a grin across her face.

“I can’t believe you were together for five months and she never even said anything.” Your mom says, clearly still stuck on the situation.

“Yeah, I have no idea why.”

“Maybe she’s embarrassed of you.” Your sister jokes, receiving a smack on the arm from your older sister.

Taking a deep breath from your place on the floor, you made your way to your feet, flushing the toilet before promptly turning on the sink. You hadn’t even used the bathroom, but you needed an excuse for what had taken you so long.

“You have a boyfriend?” Your mom asks when you finally make your way out of the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah.” You reply, awkwardly wiping your wet hands on the back of your pants.

“You were together for five months and you never even mentioned him?” She asks. The question was innocent, a weird thing to do after all, but you knew it was the same thing that was on Pete’s mind and you were hoping to leave that conversation for later. Or never, preferably.

“Yeah, it’s just… I dunno, five months isn’t that long and I didn’t want to freak him out.” Everyone seemed to take this answer well, although you were sure they knew there was something else at hand.

“Anyway, what type of pizzas should I get?” You ask, trying to move on swiftly to the next topic, pulling your phone from your back pocket.

The night went on smoothly, sitting in a circle in the living room just talking and getting to know each other, sharing embarrassing stories that all seemed to center around you. Pete adored your family dynamic, he loved seeing where you came from and understanding why you are the way you are. You played some card games once the pizza had arrived and everyone had eaten, but eventually the night had to come to an end.

“Will you walk me to my car?” Pete asks, playfully batting his eyelashes at you.

“Sure.” You reply, the smile on your face reflecting the giddy feeling inside. At first you had been nervous about Pete meeting your family, would they like him? Would he like them? Would they make some offensive joke? Do they know what he’s like? Do they know he does drugs? You’d practically driven yourself crazy with worry, but in the end everything had turned out great.

Pete and your family got along wonderfully. The room was constantly filled with laughter, everyone's sense of humor fitting nicely together. You could barely believe it, but somehow the way he interacted so well with them made you fall even more in love with him. He was perfect.

You caught yourself smiling at your feet as you walked hand in hand to the elevator, your mind going over the impromptu meet the parents night. It wasn’t until you reached Pete’s car that your smile dropped. He had invited you in to sit with him and the first words from his mouth were

“Okay, so what the fuck?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, anxiety taking over your body. Fuck, what had they done? The apartment was small and the walls were thin, so even when you weren’t in the room there was very little time for them to say something you wouldn’t hear. It was just like your family to find some way to mess this up.

“Your parents are in town and you don’t even think to tell me? I have to find out because I wanted to surprise you with a date?”

“Like I said, we haven’t been dating for long and I didn’t want to weird you out.” You defend, avoiding eye contact and choosing instead to focus on the glove compartment in front of you. For once it wasn’t your family who fucked it up. It was you.

“That’s bullshit, you know I like to meet girls parents as soon as possible. Stop trying to make it seem like I’m the one with the problem. Did you not want me to meet them?” Pete prods, despite his words, the tone he used was calm, mindful not to come off on the offense.

“I could understand if you weren’t ready for me to meet them, or them to meet me, even,” A whispered no from you did very little to stop his rant, “but I was talking to your mom and she was like ‘Yeah I figured you were her boyfriend her something because you showed up with snacks and a movie, yenno. I hadn’t even known she was seeing anyone.’ I was like wow she doesn’t ever talk about me? Sick. That’s not super awkward at all.”

“Fine. It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk.” His tone was definitely not reassuring. There was a weight behind his words.

“What do you mean?” Your gaze lifting to meet his own for the first time in what felt like ever

“Get out of my car.” He shrugs

“Pete, seriously? You’re gonna break up with me over this?’

“So talk to me! I’m so tired of having to baby you everytime we get in a fight.”

“Fine! I didn’t fucking want them to meet you because I wasn’t ready. I’m sorry, I don’t feel like three months of dating is enough to meet someone's parents.”

“We’ve known eachother way longer than five months, and we’ve spent most of it hanging out. Is five months of dating also not enough to tell your parents about me?”

“I don’t know Pete, I wasn’t thinking about it. It’s just awkward!” If you were honest, you still weren’t really thinking. Not about what you said, or how you would explain to your parents later that you had a boyfriend you never mentioned. Pete wasn’t thinking about what he was saying much, either. You were both just speaking whatever came to mind, in a courtroom where you felt you were being convicted. Guilty of

“No shit it’s awkward! It was awkward when I showed up and expected everyone to at least know who I was and to find out through your mom you never even mentioned me.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over! None of this would’ve happened if you weren’t so clingy.”

“Am I clingy or do you just have commitment issues?” What had once been a simple conversation, although one sided, had quickly turned into a screaming match. You would’ve been surprised if your family hadn’t heard it from the 20th floor of your apartment building. Silence fell over the car, the air full of angry words and hurt feelings. Your head leant back to rest against the seat, taking in a deep breath that ended with a sigh.

“I love you. I’m dating you because I’ve never felt this way about somebody before and I really want to take the next steps in our relationship. You’re right, three months is a short period of time. I guess I just feel like it’s been longer because we were friends before and I’ve felt this way for awhile. I get it if you’re not ready, but please just talk to me next time.

“Finding out they didn’t know about me made it feel like you were embarrassed of me, or hiding me or something, like maybe you don’t plan on keeping me around for long.”

“I get that. I’m sorry,” You reply, leaning over to wrap your arms around him “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m just not very close with my family, it’s why I moved to New York. It’s not that I was embarrassed of anyone, I just like to keep my personal life and my family life separate and I guess I never really considered that you’re gonna be a part of both.” Pete nods, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Do you think they liked me?” He asks, insecurity evident in his voice.

“Yeah,” You laugh “I think they liked you.”

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years

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Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader

wordcount: 3,087

genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))

summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you

first of all

kuroo pissed you off to no end

absolutely pissed you off

the first time you met him was when you were a first year

your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma

the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee

gosh

curse your tiny bladder

when you went out everyone was already on the bus

sigh

you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know

because FOR SURE

your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei

the moment you hopped on the bus

everyone suddenly became quiet

0.0

everyone was jus like

who’s this cutie

is she lost

she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here

huh

and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point

“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”

cue tanaka landing on the floor

“nOYA-SAN WHY”

and you’re just like

lmao what

and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension

sigh

i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh

you look at your brother pleading for help

but he just ignores you and talks to sensei

sIGH

your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive

gosh

it’s okay

it be like that

f in the chat for y/n

oKAY enough self pitying

you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy

“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”

“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”

cue noya looking like a literal tomato

“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”

“iM in sEcond yEar”

gosh noya’s so proud

“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”

GAHSJDJSHS

you called him senpai

without him asking you to

GOSH

could you be any more perfect

“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”

“those aren’t words...”

“...”

and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled

...

*gagging*

“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”

what

what was going on

you turned your head

and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted

and suddenly

chaos ensued

everyone was screaming because of the stench

you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up

but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma

gosh

today was gonna be crazy

finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced

but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team

especially the third year cuties

and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((

you guys finally get out of the bus and you see

a god

with crazy looking hair

“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”

and daichi’s bout to lose it

“kuroo-san nice to see you again”

and you can definitely feel the tension in the air

was it just you or is it hot in here

kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow

he’s beautiful

“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”

“no no she’s our couch’s sister”

“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”

and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED

“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”

his hand is so warm n rough oh god

you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-

nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs

bad

bad y/n

you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand

and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying

‘are you ever gonna let go or?’

and it really made you wanna hit him

really badly

you wanted to punch his mouth

with your mouth

GAHSJDGA

stOp

okay anyways

you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard

“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”

at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead

but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya

you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“

“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”

and wow

wow

a goddess

now you see what tanaka and noya see

she’s beautiful

maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....

...

ANYWAYS

tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself

but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear

and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her

i mean

who isn’t

lesbi honest

everyone’s a simp for kiyoko

moving on

finally they’ve started to play a match

and you’re very impressed

especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing

and hinata’s jumps were crazy

obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter

and you weren’t that bad

considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima

who was a very close senpai to you

so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother

rip keishin

back to the game

everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head

but nekomas not too bad either

they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but

your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court

you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking

every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction

and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you

sadly

the game finished rather quickly

at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help

you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them

which was in two weeks

you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you

you turn around and guess who it is

kuroo frocking tetsurou

what a surprise

“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”

wha

did this man just call you PEACHES

peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?

i think NOT sir

“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”

“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”

ohhh

okay

that’s fine

“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”

wHAT

wHATSGFSZHSJ

rip y/n’s remaining brain cells

“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”

and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you

and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP

but instead of a kiss

he just laughs at you

this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out

“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”

and you’re just so caught off guard

that you can’t even manage a verbal response

like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net

what the hell just happened

did you just score yourself a date

yes

yes you did

you go girl

sadly

it’s time for you and your babies to go

and kuroo being the good person he is

walks you guys out

but before you can get on the bus

kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear

“text me sometime peaches”

and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket

then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded

did he just touch your bum

could he not just hand it to you

not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-

BAD

gosh you have it bad for this boy

the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not

i mean

you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet

so you go into you back pocket and open the paper

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

you get up and start looking for your phone

and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say

but you finally settled with

hi :)

hopefully that was normal enough

and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply

hey cutie :) did you get home safe

wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE

and your conversation goes from there

you guys literally talk about everything

from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs

(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)

by the time you were back in tokyo

you and kuroo were basically best friends

you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day

you stepped out of the bus and low and behold

it was kuroo waiting for you

“tETSUU”

you run to him and jump in his arms

and he catches you and swings you around a few times

everyone was just like

o.o

‘when did they get so close’

and your older brothers just like

>:(

this is n o t good shaggy

and kuroo introduces you to everyone

especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma

and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions

and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater

and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’

and he’s just like

“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”

“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”

“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”

and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off

while kenma’s playing with his psp

pspspspspsppss

“bokuto-san you’re so cool”

“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”

at that point you and kuroo have already walked away

and he brings you to your room

and helps you settle down your things

gosh he’s such a gentleman

y/n was ready to risk it all for this man

“peaches you okay?”

“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”

“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks

“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”

“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”

and you’re jus like lol no i don’t

and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy

at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides

and in your head

you’re just like

‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’

and suddenly

kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH

TICKLES

“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”

“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”

“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”

“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”

“gO TO HELLSKDIS”

“come on pretty, say it for me”

you’re blushing sO HARD

“n-nya”

and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it

“tetsu? u ok?”

“...”

“tetsu”

“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”

“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”

“you.”

GAHSJDJSHSGS

he was going to be the death of you

you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym

and you guys wanted to play a match so

why not

it was you, kuroo, and tsukki

versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi

it was a very intense but fun game

akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot

which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima

but luckily you were there to pick it up

and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you

the whole gym was silent

wha

how did-

hUH

“peach what”

“what tetsu”

“since when were you so good at volleyball”

“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”

and hinata’s just yelling

“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”

after you got exposed

it was only you and tetsu left in the gym

after everything was cleaned up

kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym

“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“

“shut up for one second”

o.o

ogey then

“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”

what

...

did he just

yes he did

“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”

and at that moment tetsu just

“HELL YEAHHH”

and he’s getting close to you again

to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall

he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face

“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”

“yeah”

you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips

gosh

this was it

your were gonna kiss tetsu

your crush

until

...

“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”

and kuroos just like

wHAT THE FUCK

it’s your brother

keishin

“nII-SAN WHY”

“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”

and you sadly look up at tetsu

and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go

until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth

you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back

you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him

kuroos hands weren’t staying still either

his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him

his hands end up on your bum

and then

he squeezes

“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”

oops

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #volleyball #volleygays #Smut #fanfic #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro headcanons

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Pretty Boy - part. 3

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Protectiveness. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Atsumu. Age-play. Diapers. Breastfeeding.

Words: 3.705

A/n: This chapter is to introduce Atsumu to the idea of letting his walls down with Mommy and fully trusting her. There is no smut, but the next one will, for sure.

Atsumu kept his head lowered, pulled his hood over his head, low enough to cover part of his eyes, he was suddenly glad beyond words for Mommy having made him wear sunglasses; There were reporters and paparazzis surrounding the entrance of the place where they held their practices and even worse than the blinding flashes of the cameras were the yells from all sides. Atsumu felt himself freezing to the spot when they finally identified him and instantly he was surrounded. He felt trapped and he didn’t like it one bit.

He didn’t know what to do but then, as if materializing from thin air, Mommy was by his side, her hand firm on the small of his back and her security team forming a wall between them and the screaming reporters, “Ma’am, over here! How long have the two of you been together?” Atsumu cringed, all that he wanted at that moment was to be back home with Mommy, curled up on the large couch in the conservatory, the big windows letting the sun in, he liked the pretty flowers that were placed all around the room.

“Baby?” He heard Mommy’s voice directly on his ear and turned to look at her, he was wearing sunglasses but she just knew that his eyes were wide and frightened, “You’re going to keep your head down and follow me, okay?” She posed it as a question but it was a statement, really. Atsumu nodded and leaned back on her hand. Mommy looked at one of her security guards and then they were quickly walking across the sea of camera flashes and screaming people.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that Mommy said as soon as they were safely inside. Her assistant, Alexa, was somehow also there and Mommy handed her her purse and her coat, reaching for Atsumu’s gym bag and handing it to Alexa as well. She largely ignored the other people present, eyes scanning over Atsumu, looking for any sign of him being hurt. Atsumu drew in a shaky breath, looked down and fuck but his hands were trembling; Mommy reached up to his face and took off his sunglasses, her expression turning stormy the moment she identified the look in his eyes as pure distress and panic, “Okay, baby,” She said, her voice pitched low enough only for them to hear it, “You’re okay, no one’s going to hurt you, no one’s even going to touch you; Do you want to go home? All you have to do is say the word and we’re going,” She assured him, right hand cupping his cheek, her forehead touching his own.

Atsumu swallowed around the lump on his throat and shook his head, “I’m okay,” He offered, even if his voice was rough, “I’m going to be okay.” He corrected himself at her disbelieving look.

She gave him one last assessing look before turning around, eyes sharp and furious, “Is anyone going to tell me just what the hell was that circus out there?” She demanded. The room turned silent, enough that it was possible to hear a pin drop, suddenly no one could meet her eyes. Mommy pressed her lips together. “Alexa?” She prompted and her PA was by her side in seconds, having transferred the previously handed objects to someone from the security team.

“It seems that the tabloids have received pictures from the two of you out around town last Friday, ma’am; We have been getting calls all morning asking for an exclusive interview.” She informed, and Mommy didn’t look all too happy.

“Alright,” She sighed, eyes roaming around the room filled with team’s executives and players alike, she turned back to Atsumu, “I suppose that you need to go to practice, I need to get to the office, if Alexa is right about this, my day is going to be hell; What time is practice over?”

Atsumu cleared his throat, still a bit shaken and very much uncomfortable having all eyes on him like that, when he was so vulnerable, “Four thirty.” He informed her, the unsaid Mommy, stay, please don’t leave me here alone! was heard loud and clear by the two of them, for Mommy’s eyes turned sorrowful suddenly.

“Okay, I’ll send a car, Richard is my second driver, he’ll be waiting for you; Also, Vladmir, Maxim!” She called two security guards that were standing near the door; Atsumu chanced a look at them and, sure enough, they were taller than him, packed with muscles that even dressed in suits were possible to see, Mommy kept looking at them, but her hand was rubbing small circles on his shoulder, Atsumu leaned into the comforting touch, “The two of you will stay here with him, don’t let any of those vultures out there near him, do you understand me?” Her voice was stern and authoritative and if it was any other moment than this one, Atsumu would get aroused just by hearing it. But, alas, he was still very much shaken from the shitstorm outside and very much self conscious being on the spotlight.

“Yes, ma’am; They won’t touch a hair on his head.” One of them answered, voice gruff.

“You better hope so,” Mommy responded and then she turned back to Atsumu, her eyes instantly becoming gentle again and her voice turning low so no one else would hear it, “Baby, Mommy needs to go, but if at any moment you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, or if anyone here says anything to you, you can call me, doesn’t matter the time, and I’ll come and get you, okay?” She assured him, her voice not louder than a whisper, but all that he could muster back was a nod, blinking fast enough so no tears would come, “Okay, I’ll see you later,”

And with that, Mommy was calling Alexa back to her side, her own security team, and was out of the door. Atsumu felt a moment of panic when he realized that not only was he alone and away from Mommy when all that he wanted was to be held, but on top of everything he didn’t have a clue as to where Alexa had dropped his gym bag. He turned to the side to go look for it, but one of his new guards handed it to him, “Here, sir;” He said, voice rough but respectful. It made Atsumu feel weird, being addressed like that and in front of people. This whole day just felt off.

“Thank you,” He said nonetheless, because the day might have taken a turn for the worst and he might be on the verge of a complete meltdown, but he was still Mommy’s good boy and Mommy always said that he had to remember his manners because he was a polite boy. Atsumu swallowed again, shouldered his bag and turned around, walking through the sea of people on the foyer, he didn’t lower his head but man, did he want to. He kept going until he reached the changing rooms.

Once he made sure that it was empty, Atsumu allowed himself to sink back against his locker, eyes falling closed and head banging against the metal. He took in a shuddering breath, brought up a hand to rub against his eyes firmly, determined not to cry in the middle of so many people who, clearly, already had more than enough reason to talk about him. Atsumu wanted to curse, just under his breath, a way to try and unwind, but then again, Mommy didn’t like it when he used bad words, said that that was no language for a good little boy to be throwing around. He was screwed.

“‘Tsumu?” He heard a tentative voice sounding from the changing room’s door and forced his eyes to blink open, he turned his head and was faced with Bokuto, Omi and Hinata, all looking at him with shock just barely concealed by their worry, “Are you alright? That shit was crazy outside, maybe you should sit down, man,” Bokuto said and Atsumu gave him a small smile.

“I’m doing good,” He offered, cleared his throat when his voice sounded much too rough to his own ears and didn’t miss the concerned looks that his friends traded, “But thank you; How are things out there?” He asked, motioning to the rest of the gym.

Omi’s eyes were watching him closely but Atsumu was grateful when he humored him with a small grin, “Executives are going crazy, mostly,” His rushed to add more when Atsumu’s eyes grew big hearing that, “Not in a bad way! No! They’re talking about how to turn the press around and how it is actually good press to the team;”

Atsumu nodded slowly, “In the end, they’re all just very much worried about making sure that your girlfriend doesn’t turn her rage to them, I think that I’ve heard something about doubling security. They're all terrified of her!" Hinata added and Atsumu shifted in place. He did not like to inconvenience people at all and now not only was Mommy having to go out of her way but also people he worked with!

He longed for Mommy and he wished that he could just call her and go home - But he knew that he had to stay for practice. They had important games coming soon, plus he didn’t want to give everyone else even more reason to talk about him behind his back, “I suppose that I should change, then;” Atsumu threw them a small smile, grabbed his uniform and went to do just that.

/*/

They were having a small break, just enough time so everyone could catch their breath and drink some water. He was sitting down on a bench, head between his hands, just resting, when he felt his phone vibrate beside him. He turned to reach it, the ID said Mommy 💖 and showed a picture of Mommy hugging him from behind, his face tucked against her neck and a big smile on her face. Bokuto was sitting directly to his side and Omi and Hinata were standing up in front of them, if any of them saw the phone’s screen, none of them said anything about it and Atsumu was grateful for it, especially because he caught the shocked looks they all suddenly tried to hide.

He grabbed his phone, answered the call and went to a corner of the court so no one would overhear his conversation, but he was acutely aware of his teammates staring curiously after him.

Mommy wanted to know how he was feeling, how was practice going, did anyone say anything to him or did he want to go home? Atsumu reassured her repeatedly that he was fine, as far as possible, and that no, no one had said anything to him, at least not to his face.

(He didn’t mention how he had walked by just in time to see a group of his coworkers going over the pictures from the tabloids from their day out shopping, calling him a sugar baby and saying that at least he made good eye candy.) (He didn’t mention that because he knew that if he did, Mommy would drive down immediately; Still, he knew that he needed to tell Mommy about it at some point, because it made him sad and made his eyes sting with unshed tears and one of Mommy’s rules was to never keep secrets from Mommy, especially when they made him sad.)

They said their goodbyes, Mommy told him to hang on just a little longer and then he could go home and she would meet him there and they could cuddle with Toulouse and he could nurse from Mommy.

Atsumu had to say goodbye quickly after that, because thinking about that made his brain feel fuzzy and he couldn’t afford that.

He joined the others and pretended not to notice when the conversations suddenly came to a halt.

/*/

When practice finally ended, Atsumu was the first one out of the court and into the showers, quickly washing himself clean from the sweat, gritting his teeth because he liked it best when Mommy was the one to wash him clean, always in the bathtub with the water the perfect temperature and smelling nice and with bubbles. He scrubbed his hair harder.

Atsumu was quick to pat himself dry and to pull on his clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie; Both were gifts from Mommy from the day that they went shopping, one of the bags with Armani printed on it on the many pictures splayed across the tabloids was the one that had been holding his current attire.

“‘Tsumu, wait a moment!” Bokuto called for him and Atsumu noticed that his teammates were just walking past him to enter the changing room while he was ready to bolt, “We just wanted to ask you man, if you’re happy,” Bokuto was looking at him with wide eyes painfully earnest. Atsumu looked to Hinata and to Omi and both of them had similar expressions. “We’re just asking because all day you have been on edge, it's all.”

“I am, I promise,” Atsumu smiled at them, it was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless, “I’m just still a bit shaken from this morning, was not expecting that crowd at all,” He forced himself to give a short laugh, “But yes, I’m happy, I really am.” He told them, prayed to god that his voice sounded as sincere as he felt.

They stared at him for a few seconds and then he was met with three matching grins, “Good! So if you’re happy, we’re happy too!” Hinata told him happily, coming forward to give him a hug, “Also man, I might be jealous of you, she’s just… wow!” He ended, nodding appreciatively, and Atsumu had to exercise some restraint because that was his Mommy! No one else was allowed to think about his Mommy like that! But Hinata didn’t know that and he was being a good friend, so Atsumu laughed softly and nodded at him.

“Does ‘Samu know?” Omi asked him and Atsumu looked down guiltily.

“I suppose that now he does know, but we were planning on inviting him over for dinner this weekend so we could tell him ourselves; Bit too late for that now, I suppose,” Atsumu confessed, mind working a mile a minute trying to figure it out his brother’s reaction. His phone had blown up earlier with texts from ‘Samu, but he didn’t have the nerve to look them over.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Bokuto told him and was about to say something else when one of Atsumu’s new bodyguards (he couldn’t wrap his head around that concept) appeared by their side.

His hands were crossed firmly in front of him, his shoulders were squared, and he said something on his earpiece before turning forward and looking at Atsumu, “Sir, the driver is here and your car is ready, there is still a crowd upfront so we have worked with the team’s security crew and will be leaving by the back door. We have orders to work around the media so as to not let them get near you and then to take you straight home. Whenever you’re ready to leave, just let me know.” He informed him, voice professional.

Atsumu turned to his friends to say goodbye, all that he really wanted was for Mommy to cradle him close, maybe rock him a bit, but his friends were watching him with raised eyebrows and big grins, “I suppose that I could definitely get used to living like that,” Bokuto joked before coming forward and friendly slapping his shoulder, “Go on man, I bet that you must be drained from this hell of a day, if you need anything, just text me, alright?”

Atsumu nodded and looked at his friend, “Yeah, thanks man,” He smiled. He bid his friends goodbye and followed Maxim as he guided him through the building and out of the back door, straight inside one of Mommy’s town cars.

As Atsumu sinked into the leather seats, he felt his eyes closing. Not much longer now and then he could curl up in Mommy’s lap with his best friend and forget all about this damned day.

/*/

When he got home, Atsumu went straight to Mommy’s bedroom; Undressing quickly and immediately hiding completely under the soft covers. He felt exhausted and sooner rather than later, his cheeks were flushed pink and were wet with his tears.

He didn’t really know why it was that he was crying, it wasn’t like he had never been the center of attention before, but maybe it was the fact that he felt exposed and raw. So wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts that he was, that it took Mommy pulling him into her lap for him to notice that he was no longer alone, “Oh, baby;” Mommy cooed, rocking him slowly and smoothing his blonde hair back and away from his face, tsking when he gasped for air, “Baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, Mommy is right here and Mommy isn’t leaving,” She cooed at him for long moments, his large hands balling into tight fists where they were bunching up the fabric of her silk shirt.

Mommy continued to hold him close and to rock him slowly until he was all cried out, only then reaching for the bedside table for a baby wipe that Atsumu was not sure where it came from, cleaning his face from tears and wiping his nose, “Are you feeling better, baby?” She asked him, bright eyes looking down at him in worry.

“A bit,” Was his response, voice hoarse from crying, hand coming up to rub his eyes, “How was your day, Mommy?” He asked, voice small.

Mommy looked at him with a small frown, but indulged him nonetheless, “It was fine, as far as it could be; A lot of calls asking for interviews,” She rolled her eyes before sighing softly, “But we won’t be doing any of those, so there’s no need to worry over that.” She informed him and Atsumu felt a bit calmer with that piece of information, “Have you eaten anything?” She frowned heavily when he shook his head no, “I’ll ask the cook to make you something, nothing too heavy,”

“I’m not hungry, Mommy,” He told her, “Can we just cuddle and eat later?” He asked and she hated with a passion how small and unsure his voice sounded.

“Okay, baby,” She conceded, “But you’re eating dinner later on,” Mommy’s tone didn’t allow any objections and Atsumu just nodded; He studied her face when she bit her lower lip as if thinking, before bringing her hand to caress his warm face, “Baby, Mommy wants to try something a bit different tonight; You might not like it at first, but Mommy really thinks that it’ll help you relax, do you remember how you felt last Friday when you nursed from Mommy for the first time?”

Atsumu frowned a bit and Mommy smoothed it over with gentle fingers, “Felt fuzzy, weird but not a bad weird,” He responded, hands coming up to play with the pearls around her neck, hazel eyes studying it intently and Mommy smiled down at him.

“It’s called a little headspace, darling,” She said, hand continuing its motion on his cheek, “That is when you go into a headspace of an age younger than your biological one,” She told him, shushed him softly and held him a bit tighter when he hid his face on her neck, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, baby; Mommy wanted you to feel like that, didn’t you feel safe? Like you could just relax and let Mommy take care of you?” She hummed once he nodded hesitantly against her neck, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, “Well, now Mommy wants to try something else that might make it easier for you to slip right back into that headspace. Mommy knows that you had a very stressful day, and I think that my little boy deserves to relax now,”

Atsumu swallowed thickly, arms wrapping around Mommy’s middle as he tried to burrow closer to her. He knew that he should feel weirded out, maybe fight this entire dynamic, but should he really? Mommy had done nothing but care for him all this time, she never let him down and she never allowed him to feel self-conscious. He felt Mommy’s fingers cupping his chin until his eyes were meeting hers, he knew that his cheeks were bright red, “Okay, Mommy,” He said, trusting her with yet another aspect of his life.

Mommy kissed his lips softly, gave him a bright smile, “Okay, baby, lay down on the bed, Mommy will be right back;” She said and Atsumu moved to do as told. His eyes watched her with rapt attention as she disappeared inside the walk-in closet and came back with a large bag. She offered him a kind smile as she showed him the first object and Atsumu felt himself go numb with embarrassment as he identified it as a changing mat. Mommy patted his hip softly and he raised his body just enough for her to place it underneath him, “You know, baby; Mommy thinks that maybe you should have your friend with you,” Her voice was tender as she handed him Toulouse and immediately Atsumu hid his face on the soft orange fur. He closed his eyes tightly and felt himself floating away, barely processing Mommy’s actions as she wiped him down, powdered his privates and taped the diaper around his hips.

It was only when Mommy was moving him again, cradling him close to her chest and guiding his mouth to her nipple that Atsumu allowed himself to assess the feeling of having the puffy garment wrapped around him. He felt oddly comfortable - safe, even. He closed his eyes again, brought his stuffie up so it was smushed between his chest and Mommy’s and allowed himself the solace of being in Mommy’s arms.

He fell asleep soon after and Mommy allowed him to break the rule of never skipping meals.

#mommy.writes #atsumu miya #sub atsumu #imagine #atsumu imagines #mommy kink #md/lb

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