This idea came to me and absolutely refused to leave. Loosely based on this post from my RP blog.
This fic and this blog are 18+, MINORS DNI
Warnings: fem!reader, dub con (Bakugo doesn’t realize what he’s walking into at first and y/n expresses discomfort at being caught but doesn’t feel the need to use her and Denki’s safe word), brief explicit discussion of safe word, phone sex, dirty talk, sex toy use, public/semi-public sex, exhibitionism, brief embarrassment, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bakugo, switch!Denki, squirting, edging, sir kink, lots of praise, threesome (Bakugo and reader present, Denki over the phone), very mild degradation if you squint, only limited aftercare
When you bought Denki his Valentine’s Day present this year, you really didn’t think this is what he’d use it for.
He’d loved having you wear vibrating panties around your shared apartment so much, a vibrator that he could control seemed like a logical next step. When you sprang for the more expensive app-controlled version you’d thought he’d like it for those long days when he’s out of town for missions.
You never expected this.
This is just downright mean.
“Turn up the vibrating panties again,” Denki commands through the bluetooth earphones you’re wearing.
“B-but baby I-“
Your whimpered words are cut off by the vibrator lodged inside you jolting up another level and a whine leaving your lips.
“Not but’s baby. Turn them up and then send me a picture of the remote to prove you have.”
He’s enjoying this way too much, sitting comfortably in the privacy of your home, probably on the couch with a sick grin on his face; meanwhile, you’re bumbling around his as of now empty agency, rifling through his mess of an office for some file he had forgotten, turned on beyond belief by the vibrations on your sensitive clit and in your dripping cunt, but paranoid that at any moment someone could walk in and find you.
You fumble for the remote on the desk, obediently ticking the number up from a 5 to a 6 as you wish not for the first time since arriving that the short little skirt Denki had chosen for you to wear had pockets. You snap a quick photo of the remote and send it on to your boyfriend, who chuckles but doesn’t turn down the vibrator buried inside you at all.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
You want to punch him in his stupid face.
Your legs are starting to quiver, your breath coming in little pants as you hover close to the edge of pleasure. The filthy words Denki spews in your ear don’t help. He tells you how much he wishes he were there to grope your tits through the tank top you’re wearing, to free them from the cups of your bra so he could play with your nipples.
“You could do that right now if you let me come home,” you point out breathlessly.
“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?”
Another five minutes that feel like a century go by of searching fruitlessly. Every time you think you may have found it and send a photo to Denki, he alerts you that he’s actually looking for a different file. You’re just about to snap at your boyfriend about his organizational skills when suddenly a loud shout of your name brings your attention from the desk to the office doorway, where a very confused Bakugo is leaning against the door frame with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Bakugo?” you stammer, trying not to let your voice squeak.
You hear Denki mutter an “oh shit” down the line but you’re too focused on trying not to give away what’s currently happening to the new arrival. Can he hear the vibrations from where he’s standing? The models torturing you right now had bragged about their discretion but who knows.
“I’ve been trying to call your name,” Bakugo huffs, although you’ve been friends with him long enough to recognize the concern in his voice.
“Yea, uh, sorry. On the phone with Denki,” you reply, pointing at your ears dumbly.
You reach with one hand, swiping the remote off the desk as subtly as possible before hiding it behind your back. Bakugo thankfully doesn’t notice but it’s only because he’s too busy studying your face.
“What are you doing here?” he questions.
“Getting a file for Denki but, uh, y‘know how he is. Place is a mess so I can’t find it for shit,” you chuckle, trying to hide how desperately you’d like for him to leave.
“Turn up the panties again,” Denki commands.
“Absolutely fucking not,” you huff.
“What?” Bakugo asks.
“Sorry, Denki’s being Denki,” you chuckle nervously but you immediately regret it.
The vibrator lodged inside you immediately jumps up several levels in intensity and you can’t hold back the whimper that crawls out of your throat. You teeter close to the edge of orgasm, way too close considering Bakugo is right there and now shifting in the doorway as if to move towards you.
“I said turn it up. Two levels this time,” Denki repeats unsympathetically, voice filled with mischief and husky with arousal.
You’re quick to obey, not wanting to be punished again, but your vision is going white at the edges as you try desperately hard to hold back your orgasm. Your entire body feels hot, with arousal and embarrassment as you realize how close you are to cumming shamelessly in front of one of your and your boyfriend’s best friends.
“Shit, are you sick? You’re fucking sweating,” Bakugo growls as he starts to close the distance between you both.
You bite down hard on your lip, not daring to open your mouth for fear of what will come out if you do. Your legs tremble, you’re not sure you can stop the tight coil of arousal in your gut from snapping for much longer, and Bakugo misinterprets your weak limbs as further proof that you’re somehow ill. He steps into your space, one hand landing on your waist to support your weight while the other comes to rest on your forehead to check for a fever. Your hands come up to push him away but Denki has always had the worst timing and chooses that exact moment to turn up the vibe again.
There’s absolutely nothing you can do. Instead of pushing Bakugo away, your hands clutch the fabric of his shirt in a death grip as you cry out in ecstasy. Clear fluid gushes from your cunt, soaking your panties and splattering to the floor as you cum almost violently after walking the line for so long. Bakugo’s eyes widen in surprise, a quiet “what the fuck” slipping from his lips as he watches you fall apart in his grasp, the hand on your forehead dropping to your other hip so he can hold you steady.
When your orgasm passes there’s a quiet moment as you and Bakugo both try to process what just happened. Your legs are practically jelly and Bakugo at least has the thought to shift you so you’re leaning against Denki’s desk. The vibrator inside of you mercifully stills and you’re quick to hit the power button on the remote still clutched in one of your hands so the panties turn off too before chucking the remote onto the desk. As the last of your pleasure leaves you, mortification floods in to replace it.
“Did you just-“ Bakugo asks and all you can do is nod shamefully.
“I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear right now baby, but fuck that was hot,” Denki groans.
“Shut up,” you huff, causing Bakugo to quirk an eyebrow at you.
He wordlessly takes one of the earphones from your ear and puts it in his own instead and you fully expect him to chew you and Denki out, to call you both perverts and declare he wants nothing more to do with you both. It turns out that Bakugo is full of surprises.
“Jesus Christ Pikachu, you kinky fuck,” he growls, shaking his head.
“In my defense, I didn’t think anyone was going to be in the office tonight,” Denki defends.
“You were wrong.”
“Yea, obviously.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimper as guilty tears start to sting your eyes, and immediately Bakugo’s eyes cut to yours.
“Shit, baby don’t cry it’s ok. This is on me, right Bakubro?”
Bakugo brings his hands from your hips to your cheeks, stroking over them gently in a way you didn’t even think him capable of.
“Listen to the dumbass, no one is blaming you. You couldn’t help it, could you?” Bakugo practically coos.
You shake your head.
“Of course not, you were just trying to be a good girl for that idiot phone charger, right?”
You and Denki both suck in shocked breaths as the sympathetic look on Bakugo’s face goes smug. You nod as arousal starts to climb up your spine again. One of Bakugo’s hands moves to the hem of your skirt, his eyes never leaving yours although his question is directed at Denki.
“What are you guys’ safe words?”
“We, uh, we use the stoplight system,” Denki stutters out.
“Color?” he asks.
“Green,” you breathe, surprising yourself a little.
“What about you idiot?”
“Green, fucking green dude, shit.”
Bakugo chuckles at Denki’s enthusiasm as he lifts the front of your skirt to take stock of the mess you’ve made.
“You’ve made quite the mess of your panties, haven’t you?” Bakugo chuckles, bringing his other hand down from your face to brush a knuckle against your clit through your ruined panties.
“How much of a mess?” Denki asks breathlessly, the rustling of fabric loud in your ears indicating that he must be freeing himself from the confines of his pants.
“You made her fucking squirt,” Bakugo chuckles as he starts to pull your skirt and then your underwear down your thighs to land on the floor, “all over some cheap ass vibrating panties?”
You shake your head and Denki corroborates your story.
“She’s got a vibe inside her too,” he admits.
“I only see one remote here.”
“Because I’m controlling it from my phone.”
As if to prove his point, Denki turns the vibrator back on, making you whine as your head drops back.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, Pikachu,” Bakugo murmurs appreciatively as he watches your body shake and shiver.
“Play with her tits, her nipples are always sensitive after she cums,” Denki pants.
Bakugo wastes no time yanking your tank top and bra down to expose your hardened nipples, tweaking one of them and cursing when you whine again, hips instinctively jerking in search of friction.
“Shit, love the noises you make baby, already got me so close,” Denki pants but Bakugo is having none of it.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he growls, sending shivers down your and Denki’s spines.
“Why not?” your boyfriend whines.
“You weren’t very nice to your sweet, little girlfriend were you?”
“No…”
“Then sounds like you don’t deserve to cum do you?”
“No…”
“No what?”
“No sir.”
Hearing Denki submit so easily to Bakugo makes your blood boil, breath growing harsher as arousal courses through your veins.
“Be a good boy and I’ll let you cum after Princess does. In the meantime you better keep stroking that cock of yours.”
“Yes sir.”
With Denki’s orders more or less solidified, Bakugo’s focus returns to you and the way you’re already melting into a puddle.
“Now what should I do with you Princess, hm? You like that pretty little vibe inside you? Like knowing your boyfriend still controls you but I control him?”
You nod frantically.
“Ah, ah, ah. Use your words.”
“I like it. Like it so much,” you whimper.
“Good girl. Pikachu reward our good, little princess and turn up the vibrator.”
You gasp, hands gripping the desk so hard you’re surprised the metal doesn’t creak as you feel the vibrations radiating from inside you kick up another notch.
“Does my good girl, wanna cum?”
“Yes! Please, wanna cum so bad. Need it, Bakugo please.”
“Katsuki,” your friend gently corrects.
“Katsuki,” you sigh, and Bakugo doesn’t think he realized just how much he’d love the sound of his first name on your lips until this moment.
“Katsuki please let me cum.”
“Hold on for me just a little longer,” he tells you, moving a hand to your clit and rubbing harsh circles there.
You start to babble, mindless pleas to be allowed your release. You’re not even fully sure what you’re saying but your boyfriend’s voice soon joins yours.
“Fuck dude she sounds so hot, I can’t. Wanna cum so fucking bad, I’m at my fucking limit. Let us cum, please, please, please, she’s been so good. At least let her cum, let my good baby girl cum,” he whines and it makes it so much harder for you to hold back your own release and Bakugo knows he has you both wrapped so tightly around his finger. It makes his painfully hard cock twitch in his pants as he listens to both of you babble and whine so wonderfully together, all for him. He leaves you in suspense just a little longer but then finally gives the command you’ve been waiting for.
“You can go ahead and cum Princess.”
Your reaction is immediate, once again gushing all over the floor of Denki’s office as your orgasm punches through you. Katsuki and Denki both coo praise in your ear as you sob both their names one after the other after the other like a mantra. Through the whole thing Katsuki continues stroking your clit, not relenting until you’re spent and your legs give out beneath you. He catches you easily, bringing you forward so your weight rests against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and stroking soothing circles into your back.
“Good girl, did so well. Just relax against me now sweetheart. Denki’s gonna turn the vibe off,” he purrs.
You nod, letting yourself melt against him as on the other side of town Denki obeys. You might’ve fallen asleep if not for a very frustrated whine from your boyfriend.
“Guys I’m dying over here.”
“You know how to ask,” Katsuki chides.
“Can I please cum sir?” Denki replies immediately.
Katsuki pinches your side to draw your attention, making you remove your face from where it had been buried in his neck to peer up at him. He raises one of his eyebrows in silent question and you nod back before returning your face to the crook of his neck.
“Yea, go ahead and cum.”
Denki’s reaction is just as immediate as yours was as he spills over his hand with a loud groan. Silence truly descends then and you expected it to be awkward but it’s not. Your skirt and panties are ruined, caught in the crossfire from their position on the floor, but Bakugo offers to grab spare sweatpants he keeps in the locker room for you to wear home, giving you back the earphone he’d stolen before leaving to do just that. You bite your lip debating for a moment whether you should speak up but your boyfriend ends up beating you to the punch.
“Hey babe?”
“Yea?”
“Did Bakugo finish?”
“Nope.”
A long pause.
“It would probably be rude of us not to help him out right?”
“Mhmm, super rude.”
“We can’t leave our good buddy hanging. That would make us bad friends.”
“The worst.”
“So we’re in agreement?”
“Yea.”
“Ok cool, I’ll see you soon.”
Bakugo returns just as you’re hanging up the phone and putting away the earphones, handing you the sweats.
“Thanks Katsuki,” you smile, gratefully accepting them and slipping them on.
“Don’t mention it. I’ll, uh, let you head home.”
“Actually, Denki and I were thinking… Want to swing by our place?”
Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever said yes to something so quickly in his life.
A/N: This should be obvious but I’m gonna say it just in case. DO NOT do this irl 💀 no one should be included in a sexual scene without prior consent and a new person shouldn’t be added to a scene without the already involved parties’ prior consent. That being said I hope y’all enjoyed this
Escape From Halloweentown {Jack Skellington x Reader} CHAPTER 3
Summary: When a game of hide-and-seek goes wrong, you find yourself lost in the woods without a way home. Whether it be fate, or just dumb luck, you suddenly find yourself in a far bigger predicament than you ever thought you would be- and it’s not just because you can’t seem to find your little brother.
Pairing: Reader / Jack Skellington. A very slow burn fic.
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You’re steadily courting John now, much to the delight of his friends and your cousins. And with the Hamilton-Schuyler wedding approaching, there’s a question that you and John have to answer.
John Laurens x reader, Hamiltime
Part 1
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John’s hand rested firmly in yours as you strolled through the gardens of the Schuyler residence. The sun had come out, warming the chilly air enough for John to show up on your doorstep with an equally shining smile. Walking with him was one of your favorite activities and had become more frequent after he received your father’s blessing to court you.
You were busy telling him about another book that Angelica had suggested you read when he got a peculiar look on his face.
“What?”
“I’m listening, I promise,” he reassured you with a squeeze to your hand. “Thomas Paine apparently wrote a lot of good stuff. But I was also thinking about how I wanna kiss you again.”
You loved teasing him, so you innocently shrugged your shoulders. “Didn’t you do that before we left?”
“Yes, but –”
“And when we passed by the fountain? My goodness, Mr. Laurens, you’re greedy.”
He blinked in disbelief for a few seconds before pulling you in and peppering your face with kisses, much to your delight. “I’ll show you greedy.”
Finally he placed one long, sweet kiss to your lips and resumed walking calmly hand in hand. The heat lingering on your cheeks was cooled by a passing breeze that also fluffed John’s curly ponytail and brought the smell of flowers rushing back to your senses.
Apparently it struck John with an idea because he slipped his hand from your grasp and disappeared around a hedge for a moment, reappearing with a handful of your favorite flowers.
“John!” you halfheartedly scolded. “You can’t just pull up Mrs. Schuyler’s flowers.”
“That’s funny, because you look pretty happy about them right now.” His knowing smirk was going to be the death of you.
You’re a cousin to the Schuyler sisters and after living your whole life in Virginia, your family moved in with the Schuylers in New York. Now you’re attending the Winter’s Ball and catch the eye of the cutest revolutionary of them all ;)
John Laurens x reader, Hamiltime
Warnings: all the fluffy butterflies in the world
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“A little tighter, Eliza,” you urged. “If I’m to wear a corset it should at least be useful.”
She tugged it more firmly this time, just enough to snugly tuck your waist in. “I was trying to not hurt you, I don’t know how strictly they laced corsets in Virginia.”
“Enough to get a man even when it’s hot out, isn’t that right?” Angelica quipped, walking by and patting the stiff whalebone at your side.
You laughed. “Even when I didn’t want one, yes.”
Angelica backtracked and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Forget about that awful arranged engagement, you’re done with it! This ball will have plenty of available men that you will want, I promise.”
A smile crept to your lips to match hers and then the room was a brief whirlwind as you and the three Schuyler sisters waded into your gowns for the evening, each in a different lovely hue. It was a good-natured race to see who could lace up whose dress the fastest and then Peggy dashed from the room followed by Eliza, who remembered to grab both their handkerchiefs first.
“Let’s go light up this party.” Angelica squeezed your hand in a handshake the two of you had made up as kids. “Oldest.”
“Wittiest,” you tossed back.
Turns out the ball didn’t need much more lighting up because chandeliers hung from every corner of the ceiling. It was a glittering affair and you were glad to be alongside the trio who knew how to navigate it.
“Look at all these revolutionary soldiers…” Eliza sighed.
You followed her line of sight out over the sea of navy coats and handsome faces. “You weren’t kidding, Angelica.”
Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Word Count: 1,494ish
T/W: No plot, just smut.
A/N: For Anon’s request: “Some Poly Hamilsquad x Reader Smut~”
Okay, I kinda broke up the smut, because I don’t even know where to start with all 4 guys fucking you. So, I paired them up as who I think would go at you together.
You stretched a little arching your back off the bed. Almost immediately, as every morning, two pair of arms came around you. One came around your waist as the over came across your chest. Smiling as you received a kiss on your cheek from John, while Alex kissed your bare shoulder. Sunlight danced around the room and you giggled as John moved down to your neck.
“Well, good morning,” you giggled.
“Mornin’ baby girl,” John said against your neck, tightening his grip around your waist.
“Morning,” Alex’s voice sounded so rough in the morning, you adored it!
“What’s got you boys so excited?” you turned onto your side, facing Alex wrapping your arms around his neck, playing his hair.
John pressed himself against your back, starting to kiss across your shoulder blade.
“Maybe, because you’re a pure goddess,” Alex brought an arm up to rest his head on, while the other, rubbed small circles on your hip.
Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Word Count: 2,052ish
T/W: Angst then fluff!
A/N: For @fangirlwithasweettooth‘s request: “Hi Kauffie! I was wondering if I could request a Hamilsquad x reader where the reader has social anxiety, but she hides it pretty well from the boys until they go to a huge party (thrown by Jefferson maybe?) that triggers her anxiety and the boys help get her through it? You don’t have to write it, just thought I’d ask. Thank you! You’re wonderful! <3 <3 <3”
I am so fucking late to write thing! I am sorry!
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“It’s just a few hours,” you told yourself, as you curled your hair in front of the bathroom mirror, “then you can come home and relax.”
You breathed deeply and slowly to calm the rush of anxiety coursing through you. You felt it in your stomach, the tight feeling all the while your mind tried to convince you of how everyone would be staring at you, thinking negatively on everything you were wearing, who you were with and what you would say. It was hard to keep the unhealthily negative thoughts out of your mind, but you were really trying. After all, this was for your boys, if it meant a lot to them, it meant a lot to you.
“Almost ready, Love?” John called from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Y-yeah, just about,” you said with confidence, or as much as you could gather at the moment.
Finishing the curls you spritzed some hairspray around them to keep them in place. Adding a necklace your boys had gotten you for your birthday, you opened the door and walked to the main entrance of the house. Finding your boys in their suits you smiled. They looked so dapper and handsome all polished up for the big party, held by none other than Thomas Jefferson himself.
“You look wonderful, mon Amour,” Lafayette kissed the side of your cheek.
“He’s not wrong, you know,” Hercules was next to twirl you around, admiring how the dress he had made for you fit perfectly along your curves.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” you over heard Alex say in frustration.
The sun was finally out, and out to stay for a good measure of the year yet. You could feel the warm, welcoming sunbeams against your shoulder and a gust of the gentle breeze from the open window, or perhaps the warmth was Lafayette’s arms around you. Peeking your eyes open you watched the shadows from the drapes dance against the wall, before squeaking at John’s sudden grasp around your waist. Giggling you looked over your shoulder seeing your golden eyed baby snuggle into your back. Closing your eyes once more, you didn’t care what time it was you were perfectly happy staying in bed with your boys. Only a little curious as to where your other two darlings were. You soon found out, you were abruptly startled by Alex yelling throughout the house, his voice getting closer along with heavy footsteps.
“Wake up, sleepy heads!” Alex swung open the bedroom door.
With a grumble, Lafayette shifted to see what all the ruckus was about. To no surprise it was Alex, being loud as usual. Turning back to you, Laf just tightened his hold, entirely ignoring Alex.
“What’s with the get up?” John squinted, noting Alex’s green shorts.
“Uh, it’s summer, duh?” Alex shook his head, as if that made his outfit any clearer, “that’s why you need to get up!”
Before anyone else could make a comment on wishing to be left alone, floaties and beach balls were launched onto the bed. Including the oversized doughnut, which landed perfectly on Lafayette. Loving to swim, you got excited for a moment, but then remembered a rather important part to swimming.
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