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proxima-writes · 7 months

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pairing: tommy miller x waitress!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2.9k

summary: what if joel didn’t answer tommy’s call from jail? and what if the waitress he’d been defending that night bailed him out instead?

author’s note: a brief tommy interlude inspired by a line from taylor swift’s song “slut!”. i hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging or commenting! 🩵

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no outbreak au, no use of y/n, reader gets harassed by a drunk bar patron and physically grabbed, bar fights, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers, tommy smoking cigarettes, i gave tommy an insane amount of game and for what reason, thigh riding, semi-public sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, creampie. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

“You’ve reached Joel Miller. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now…”

“Son of a bitch,” Tommy hisses. The voicemail tone beeps and he continues with, “Joel, answer your goddamn phone. I’m at county. And no, it ain’t my fault. Just…get here when you can, I guess.”

He hangs up the receiver, head low. The officer watching him clears his throat.

“C’mon, Miller. Back to the tank,” he says. Tommy sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, Chuck.”

Tommy drags his feet across the dingy linoleum. His jaw aches from a sloppy right hook that managed to hit its mark and his eyes burn thanks to the unforgiving drunk tank fluorescent lights. There are two other people in the cell with him this evening — a man who reeks of vodka slumped in the corner in a wrinkled suit and another man who is staring solemnly at a spot on the floor as he tries not to topple over.

Tommy takes a seat on the long concrete bench and stretches his legs out, crossing them at the ankles and folding his hands over his stomach. He might as well get comfortable, there’s no telling when his brother might check his voicemails. As he sits his thoughts drift to what even landed him here in the first place.

Tommy watches you as you approach the bar, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. You tap the service machine, entering an order with more force than strictly necessary.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks. You glance at him.

“Yeah, just some group of assholes over by the darts table that think cleavage is an invitation,” you reply. “It’s an invitation for tips. Not hands.”

“You need me to step in?” He offers. You wave a hand at him but your frown turns into a bright smile.

“No, no, I can handle it. Thank you, though, Tommy.” You slide another bottle of beer across the bar. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says with a wink. “You let me know if you need savin’.”

“Always such a gentleman.”

The bell to the kitchen window rings and you leave to pick up the order. Tommy watches the sway of your hips in your low rise jeans that hug your ass just right, wondering what it would be like to peel them off and get his hands on the soft skin underneath.

He’s watching the fight on the TV above the bar when he hears a glass shatter behind him. He turns toward the sound, thinking that maybe someone had gotten too rowdy and knocked their glass off the table, but instead he sees you struggling against the hold of a man who’s pulled you onto his lap.

“Let go!” You shout, kicking your legs.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the brute says, arms wrapped around your waist. “Just one lil kiss is all I’m askin’ for!”

Tommy is out of his seat with red in his vision, hands curled into fists that are begging for a target. Other patrons watch with interest, and he’s not sure if he’s angrier at the man putting his hands on you or the crowded room of people not bothering to help.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” he barks, the same tone he developed after years of service in the Army.

The man releases you, the sudden loss of support causing you to slide to the ground with a shout of surprise. Tommy moves to help you up but the asshole stands, blocking him and shoving his shoulders.

“This don’t involve you, pretty boy,” the man snarls. Behind him, you’ve managed to get up and you hurry away from the scene. “Mind your fuckin’ business.”

“It became my fuckin’ business as soon as she said no and you didn’t listen,” Tommy says, straightening his shoulders. The man laughs and looks back at his friends.

“This fuckin’ guy,” he slurs. “Defendin’ some whore waitress.”

Throw the first punch, Tommy thinks. Come on, asshole.

The man focuses his attention back on Tommy, stepping close enough that they’re toe-to-toe now. He’s maybe an inch taller and he tilts his chin to stretch that inch as far as it will go and he’s breathing through his nose like a bull about to be released from its holding.

“Get out of my fuckin’ face,” Tommy says. The man laughs, the stench of beer pouring from him. A fist cracks across Tommy’s jaw and he stumbles backwards from the force of it.

Showtime, he thinks.

“Miller!” An officer calls out, yanking Tommy from his thoughts. He looks up and the officer jerks his head towards the door. “You made bond. Come get your stuff.”

Tommy stands, relief flooding him. Joel must have finally check his voicemail. At least he won’t have to spend the whole night in here.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” he says as he enters the lobby while he tries to thread his belt through his jeans at the same time.

“Sorry, had to finish my shift,” you reply. His head snaps up in surprise, task forgotten as you wave your fingers at him.

“What’re you doin’ here?” He asks.

“You said your brother was busy tonight, so I was worried you might not have someone to bail you out,” you tell him with a shrug. “Besides, you’re in here because of me. It’s the least I could do.”

Tommy laughs. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, by the way. Guess I did need saving, after all.”

“You could’a handled him fine. I just sped up the process.”

He’s staring at you now, gaze caught with yours as you give him a soft smile. Tommy spots the time on the clock hanging on the wall above your head.

2:32 a.m.

“You wanna get breakfast?”

The diner Tommy directs you to boasts a neon sign that advertises twenty-four hour breakfast. The booths have cracked red vinyl and the menus are faded from use but you can read it well enough to order French toast while he orders chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hash browns. He builds pyramids out of the coffee creamer cups while you talk and talk and talk. You laugh as he drowns his food in syrup and you steal a bite of them despite giving him a hard time about it.

Afterwards, as you walk together to your car, your palms are a little clammy and your heart pounds the slightest bit faster. You’ve had the biggest crush on Tommy since the first time he slid onto a bar stool at your shitty bar and ordered a Miller Lite (“It’s funny ‘cause it’s my last name!”). He’s always polite, never leaves a mess, and makes you laugh even when you’re having a tough night.

"You alright? You got quiet," Tommy says. You swallow nervously.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine," you reply. He looks like he doesn't want to believe you but he doesn't press for more.

"You mind if I have a smoke before we go?"

"That's fine."

He digs a crumpled box of Camels from his back pocket, sliding a cigarette out and bringing it to his lips. He pats his thighs and then his chest in search of his lighter, finding it in the pocket of his button up shirt. Metal Zippo lighter finally in hand, he flicks it open and brings it closer to his face, flickering flame casting an orange glow over his features.

He breathes in as the cigarette catches the flame and closes the lighter with a quick snap, exhaling the smoke with the cigarette still held between his lips. Lighter tucked away, he inhales again and pinches the filter of the cigarette between two fingers to pull it away and exhale the smoke into the air.

“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that,” he says. “You keep watchin’ my mouth and it makes me want to do somethin’ real stupid.”

You lean against your car and he steps close. He smells like a mix of smoke and syrup and sweat, three things that shouldn’t have your pulse pounding and yet combined with the way Tommy’s dark eyes focus on you and the dimple in his cheek as he smirks, you don’t stand a chance.

“More stupid than getting in a bar fight?” You finally ask.

“That wasn’t stupid. Got me here with you, didn’t it?” He inhales another lungful of smoke and tips his head back to exhale. “You gonna let me kiss you?”

You smile at him, lifting your hands to smooth your palms over his chest. His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink that trails down his neck, disappearing beneath the white tank top he wore beneath an unbuttoned pink shirt.

“That’s your big stupid idea? Just kissing me?”

Another drag from his cigarette, another smirk, a hand on your hip as he shuffles closer. “Mm, to start.” He brings his lips close to your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“You—“ a kiss beneath your ear “—gonna—“ another to your jaw “—let me—“ a third to your cheekbone “—kiss you?”

“Yeah, Tommy. You can kiss me,” you whisper. He wastes no time, greedy lips pressed to yours as soon as he gets the green light. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours, leaving behind the taste of pancakes and smoke.

A thigh presses between your legs, a new pressure and friction that you explore with a tentative roll of your hips. That hand on your waist urges your movements — forward and back at a slow and steady pace. He pulls back from your kiss and brings the cigarette to his lips.

“So goddamn pretty,” he whispers, smoke spilling from his mouth and disappearing into the night air. “Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.”

He flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground and then he’s on you with renewed purpose, kissing you deeply with a broad palm to your cheek, tilting your face to the best angle to devour you. When he’s gotten his fill of your mouth, his hungry lips slide across your jaw and down your neck, teeth digging in roughly against your pounding pulse and making you gasp.

“Hush, sugar,” he says, a reprimand with little heat as he smiles against your skin. That hand on your waist has found the fly of your jeans, deft fingers working the button open and the zipper down. “You want a little more attention?”

“Mhm,” you reply, nodding your head quickly. He slips his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, quickly swirling over your needy clit. He lets out a deep groan, one that has you clenching on nothing and desperate for more.

“God, you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he says. He presses two thick fingers to your tight entrance. “You can take it, right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before pressing them inside, the tight pressure making you rise up on your toes in surprise. He’s got a limited range of movement thanks to your jeans but he still manages a sloppy grind of his palm to your clit and curl of his fingers that has you squirming as your release builds inside of you.

“You want more, baby?” Tommy asks, dark eyes a little wild and desperate. “You feel so good in my fingers, I just know you’d take my cock so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy,” you pant, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He yanks his hand from your jeans and before you can complain, he’s opening the back passenger door and urging you into the back seat of your sedan.

“Pants off,” he demands as you shuffle across the seats. He sits beside you and starts to unbuckle his belt. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

His words have you scrambling to remove your boots and pants, graceless movements in the cramped space. Your elbow connects with his ribs and he hisses as you giggle, wiggling your pants and underwear off. It’s dark in the car, dim light from the parking lot filtering in the windows enough for you to catch the smile on Tommy’s face.

“C’mere,” he drawls, patting his thighs. He’s freed his cock from his jeans and you admire the thick length of him for a brief moment before obeying, straddling his lap. You drag your wet pussy over him, twin groans filling the still air of the car as you do. His hands flex against your thighs and his head tips back against the seat. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

It’s not the most comfortable encounter you’ve ever had, with your neck bent so that you don’t hit your head and your skin already slick with sweat from the cramped space and the Texas heat but, heaven help you, the look on Tommy’s face makes it worth it. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, holding him still as you position him at your entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss as you lower yourself, your eager cunt adjusting to him with only the slightest pinch of pain that quickly transforms into a delicious fullness. “Oh my god,” you whimper.

“You can just call me Tommy,” he teases, but his voice is just as wrecked as yours. You rise up slightly on your knees and drop down sharply, a satisfied smile on your face when his laughter morphs into a choked curse and his hands grip your hips tightly.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and lift it up only enough to expose your bra, the cups of which he roughly pulls down until he’s able to get his hands on your breasts, groping you roughly. You moan as his lips wrap around one pert nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh and light dragging his teeth across it.

The windows grow foggy and your skin starts to get slick with sweat the longer you work yourself over his cock. It’s messy and dirty and uncomfortable, your thighs burn and your neck aches, but Tommy’s making it his goal to get his lips on any skin he can reach, whispered praises between each bite and kiss that has your head growing fuzzy and your core getting tight.

“Feel so good, darlin’,” he groans. “Goddamn, I need you to cum, baby. You were so close before, weren’t ya? I can get you there again, right?”

You nod, mouth open in a silent moan. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, slipping it experimentally over your teeth until it presses against your tongue. You suck on the digit, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and he groans, hips flexing to meet yours and making you cry out.

“‘M so close, Tommy,” you whisper when he withdraws his thumb from your mouth.

“Yeah, I can feel it, sweetheart,” he growls. When you lift up he holds your hips steady, suspended above his lap. He pounds into you from below, rough slaps of his hips that make you press a hand to the ceiling of the car to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensation. “Come on, baby, come on,” he says through gritted teeth.

It’s the dark look in his eye and the flex of his jaw, the shimmer of sweat on his light tan skin and the feel of his fingers digging bruises into your hips, the lewd noises and the desperate moans against each others mouths that all combine to shove you over an edge you’d been balancing on since, if you’re being honest, he rushed over to help you back at the bar. You bite into his lip as your orgasm crashes over you, his sloppy thrusts and the heat blooming inside of you telling you he reached his peak as well.

You slump forward, panting heavily against Tommy’s neck. His head tips back against the seat, chest heaving with his own labored breaths. His fingers draw patterns against your sweaty back.

“I feel gross,” you groan. Tommy laughs.

“Sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself, don’t ya?” He teases.

“I just meant I’m all sticky.”

“Mm, don’t worry. You can take a shower at my place.”

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s sporting a satisfied grin as you raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? You taking me home, Miller?”

“Sure am.” His confident look falters the slightest bit. “I mean, if you want.”

You kiss him, slow and sweet.

“Yeah. I want that.”

The loud ringing of a phone breaks through Tommy’s slumber. He reaches out a hand from beneath the sheets and blindly finds the offensive device amongst the clutter on his nightstand.

“What,” he groans when he’s managed to flip it open.

“Tommy! What the hell, man,” Joel snaps. “I just got your voicemail. Left my phone upstairs and fell asleep on the couch. Are you alright?”

“What?” Tommy asks again. Joel sighs.

“You called from county and said you’d gotten arrested. I called ‘em this morning and they said you got bailed out. One of your friends come by or somethin’?”

Tommy glances over to you, where your bare shoulder peeks out from the sheets, the fabric draped across your curves. He smiles.

“Yeah, a real good friend. Guardian angel, even,” he says.

Another sigh from Joel, this time one of relief. “Well, good. Quit gettin’ into trouble after ten, I can’t stay up that late anymore.”

“Sure,” Tommy agrees. You turn over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up without waiting for a goodbye. You scooch closer and lay your head on his chest.

“A guardian angel, huh?” You ask. He kisses the top of your head.

“Yep. Saved my ass from the wrong place at the right time.”

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whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx · 3 months

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DIHWYF Incorrect Quotes but it's mild Carmine sisters chaos

Because ✨sisters ✨

Clara, staring at newly adopted Vaggie: Um...want a beer?

Odette: She's like...five!

Clara: I DUNNO, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER?!

Clara: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Odette, whispering into her phone: Uh, hi- we locked our baby sister in the car and people are judging us.

Clara, now running around looking for a rock: I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!

Odette, whirling around: DO NOT BREAK THE WINDOW, YOU'LL GET GLASS ON HER!

Odette: But if you keep making up words, no one will understand you.

Young Vaggie: Clara will. Watch. *tugs on Clara's arm*

Clara: Yeah, squirt?

Vaggie: *complete gibberish*

Clara, immediately playing along: Whoa, are you serious?

Vaggie: *more gibberish*

Clara: I'd never considered that before!

Vaggie: *very serious gibberish*

Clara, patting her head: This changes everything.

Odette, facepalming: You're both crazy.

*Odette, spotting Vaggie trying to sneak out of her bedroom: Oh, not again. Come on, go back to bed before Mamá sees you.

Vaggie: But I don't want to go to bed!

Odette: Too bad, manita.

Vaggie, pouting: Why do I have to go to sleep? Why can't I just stay awake all night?

Odette, sighing and getting up to walk her back bed: Because that's the way the world is.

Vaggie: Well I'm going to make it so that's not how the world is!

Odette, tucking her in: That sounds like a big job. You're gonna need a full night's sleep for that.

Vaggie: Yeah, I will! *triumphantly snuggles in*

Vaggie, ten minutes later: Hey, wait a second-

Vaggie, curled up in front of the fridge: :(

Clara, spotting her: You alright, hermana?

Vaggie, sadly: I just miss Odette**.

Clara, sitting down next to her: Aw, I know.

Vaggie: And the fridge doesn't like me :(

Clara: I...know?

*Odette: Bed. Sleep. Now.

Vaggie, trying to hide behind Clara: But I'm not tired!

Clara: Yeah, 'Dette, she's not tired!

*they're both asleep in Clara's bed in ten minutes later*

Clara, snuggling lil' Vaggie: Big sister's going to drop-kick anyone that touches you 🥰

Odette, without missing a beat: And bigger sister's going to bail big sister out of jail.

Carmilla, cuddling Vaggie after she tripped and fell: I know it's tough, mija. But hey, how many times have you bumped your head or gotten a bruise while you're playing with your sisters?

Vaggie, holding an ice pack on her knee: Um...lots.

Carmilla: Right. And what do they always tell you?

Vaggie: ...don't tell Mamá?

Carmilla, who was fully expecting a different answer: What?!

Clara, who'd walked into the room to check on her little sister: Uh...I'll maybe come back later?

Clara, holding an ice pack to her sister's head: How much do you remember?

Teenage Vaggie, who'd just gotten into her first fight: Just the ambulance ride to the hospital, I think.

Odette: That wasn't an ambulance ride, I drove you.

Vaggie: But I heard sirens?

Clara: That was your girlfriend.

Charlie, clutching the largest teddy bear the hospital sold***: I got nervous!

Charlie, fresh into their relationship: If something happened to Vaggie, I...I couldn't live with myself.

Odette, completely straight faced: You wouldn't have to. Clara and I would kill you.

Vaggie, trying to sneak off with Charlie at a party: Guys, I need your help.

Clara: Oooh, ok. I have an idea.

Odette: Is it a bad idea?

Clara: *darts off in Velvette's direction*

Odette, jumping up to chase after her: CLARA, IS IT A BAD IDEA-****

Vaggie, walking by with a teapot:

Clara: Whatcha doing?

Vaggie: It's for Zestial. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight and I want him on my side when Mom finds out.

Clara: Oooh, smart. I'll have to remember that.

Odette, not looking up from her laptop: I never realized the forethought that went into raising our mother's blood pressure.

BONUS:

Carmilla, trying to calm Lucifer down after he came to her for advice about Charlie: Look, I've raised three fully functional, well adjusted children and-

Luci, sniffling: You have three kids I don't know about?

Carmilla: ...

BECAUSE I LOVE THEM ALL

Here's a link to the AU!

*these exchanges definitely took place less than an hour apart.

**Odette is fine, she's just on a business trip and her sisters are sad.

***That bear is not for Vaggie. She has a different one for Vaggie. The older Carmines got her that so she would calm the fuck down

****is this a hint as to how Charlie and Vaggie meet? 🤫

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missjadesfics · 2 months

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“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry gif credits: @austinbutlermischief Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him.

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.”

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand.

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning.

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky.

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom.

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips.

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image.

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together.

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

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wakasaz · 11 months

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Just Friends?

♡~Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

♡~Not proofread

♡~Based on this

♡~wc 3.5k

♡~ao3

Tw~ 18+ MDNI!, unprotected sex, cheating, oral(female and male), rough sex, semi-public sex/public sex, I think that's everything, but I probably forgot something.

Over the years Wakasa has always been there for you. Always at your side whenever you needed him. So today was no different. Wakasa rushed over to your apartment the minute he got off the phone with you. Unlocking the door and walking in he went right for your bedroom where he could hear your quiet sobs. The moment he opened the door to see you laying on your bed his heart sank. Did your boyfriend break up with you? This wouldn't be the first breakup he helped you through. Honestly the moment he heard you crying when you called he didn't even ask what happened just told you he would be there in five minutes and hung up.

He walks into the room, laying on the bed beside you rubbing his hand up and down your back trying to calm you. "Waka" you choke out, look up from your pillow to see your best friend laying in your bed looking worried. "Who ass am I kicking?" He asks in his lazy voice as he lays on his back and opens his arms waiting for you to lay on his chest. "I think somethings wrong with me," you whisper to him. "the hell are you talking about?" Did that asshole say something was wrong with you? Is that where this is coming from? If it is, Wakasa is prepared to do a lot more than just kick his ass. He would kill for you. He would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.

"Why doesn't it feel good?" Wakasa raises a brow at you confused. "Why doesn't what not feel good?" He asks. "You know" you say as you nod your head towards him. "Princess, if I knew I wouldn't be asking" you groan and slam your head onto his chest. "Sex Wakasa, why doesn't sex feel good." Wakasa starts chuckling. Now he has to sit here and hear about the man he hates fucking you. But he will. He will listen to all of it because he wants to make you happy. He will endure listening about a man he hates doing the one thing he wants to do but will never have the chance. "It's not funny!" You say slapping his arm as he laughs more while shaking his head slightly. "What? Trouble in paradise? That boyfriend kd yours not fuckin you right or something?" He asks.

You roll your eyes. "I'm serious, Waka. I think there is something wrong with me." He stops laughing and turns his head to get a better look at you. You're still laying on his chest, fingers running across his stomach drawing random shapes. "What are you talking about?" His tone is serious. You aren't used to him sounding this serious. It's usually all jokes and sarcasm with him. "Have have you never–" "No, I haven't" you say as you bury your face deeper into him feeling yourself getting embarrassed. Wakasa gulps. You haven't? No, that can't be right. You've had plenty of boyfriends in the past. Surely someone has gotten you off before, right?

"Oh God, you think I'm a freak don't you?" You whine. "No" He says sternly. "He's just not fucking you right" he mumbles. "He's not?" Wakasas eyes widened. You weren't meant to hear the last part. He lets out a sigh. "No, princess. Sounds to me like he doesn't know how to touch you" you sit up and stare down at Wakasa. Big doe eyes full of innocent stare at him. Because that's what you are to him, innocent. His sweet little best friend. The sweet girl who came to him crying at sixteen over your first heartbreak. The same girl who at seventeen came to him with her second over a cheating boyfriend. That same boyfriend learned quickly not to make you cry and you learned how to bail someone out of jail that night.

Wakasa sits up. You are nose to nose. His breath is hitting your face. If either one of you moved any closer your lips would be pressed together. The truth is you've always found Wakasa attractive. He was the typical bad boy at school that all the girls wanted but never showed them an ounce of attention. His attention was always on you. Wakasa has changed over the years. He grew his hair out and added purple. You swear he's never looked as good as he does right now.

Wakasa is playing with your fingers looking down. "I could show you," he whispers. "Show me what?" He looks up leaning in close. His lips brush against yours. "I could show you how you deserve to be fucked, princess" you slam you lips into him. He tastes like cigarettes and candy. He groans as he grabs the back of your head pushing you deeper into the kiss. He runs his tongue along your lip asking for entrance. You deny him. He chuckles as he smirks against your lips. You always did like to tease him. He yanks your hair causing you to gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, locking your arms around his neck. Wakasa pushes you onto your back as he continues to kiss you. He moves onto your neck, licking, biting, and sucking everywhere he can. Your pants and moans fill the room. "Tell me, princess, has any man ever made you cum?" He asks as he starts to run his hand up under your shirt, goosebumps following his touch. You shake your head as he gives you a hum in response. "How about you then? Even made this pussy cum?"

"N-no" you tell him embarrassed that your friend is asking these questions. "No? Have you ever touched this pretty pussy?" He asks as he runs his hands over your clothed center. You nod "then why haven't you made yourself cum? "I–I get nervous and stop before I can" He hums again as he switches to the other side of your neck. "What do you think about when you touch yourself? Your boyfriend?" "No" you say quickly as you grip into his shoulders as he starts sucking on your neck. He chuckles "you think about me then, cause I think about you when I'm fucking my fist" "y–yes" Wakasa gasps. He wasn't expecting you to think about him. Actually he's surprised you're even letting him touch you this way. "I always think about you," you tell him. He lifts up from your neck kissing you slowly. It's filled with all the things he wishes he could get himself to say. All the feelings he has kept bottled up afraid of losing you.

"Can I touch you?" He asks as he rests his forehead against yours. You nod. Slowly he slides down your body as he removes your clothes. His hands gripping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples. His hot mouth sucking and licking on them. He kisses his was down your body as he moves your pants. He spreads your legs and looks at your clothed cunt. He can see how wet you are. He runs his finger up your clothed slit before leaning down and licking, groaning as he gets a slight taste of you through the fabric covering you. You gasp and whine his name. He slowly removes the last piece of clothing tossing them on the floor. "Look at that pretty pussy" He says As he kisses your thigh. "Prettiest fucking pussy I've ever seen" He puts your legs over his shoulders as he kisses your slip before he starts lapping at your cunt. He moans against you. Finally able to taste you. You're the best damn thing he's ever had in his mouth. He thinks you're his new favorite flavor. He takes his thumb and spreads you open circling his tongue on your bundle of nerves. Your legs are shaking on his shoulders as you grip his hair. Your panting and whining as you gasp out his name.

He licks and sucks on your clit before dropping his tongue to your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue as his thumb circles your clit. At this point you're moaning and screaming his name. Your grip on his hair is so tight it hurts but he doesn't care. He's in heaven. In seconds he has you cumming on his tongue. He continues to lick until he can tell you rode out your high. He misses your cunt again. "Got one more for me?" He asks as he starts licking again. He runs his teeth over you, nipping every once in a while. As he's lapping at your cunt he adds a finger earning a moan from you. He curls it trying to find that spongy spot he knows will have your toes curling. Your moans are turning into screams of his name. He adds a second finger and before long you're cumming all over him again.

Wakasa sits up as he wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand kissing up your body to your lips. This kiss is rough, filled with nothing but lust for one another. Finally he removed his clothes. You sit up offering to suck him off. He shakes his he'd "tonight's all about you sweet girl" He says As he pushes you back down on the bed hovering over you. He kisses you again as he strokes himself a few times. "Ready?" He asks as he runs his tip up and down your slit. You nod, both of you moaning as he finally enters you. He starts off slow. He's holding both of your hands, his forehead resting against yours watching you as he fucks you. Wakasa knows he's never had a pussy this good. He's dreamed of this moment for years. "Fast Waka" you whine. He removes his hands from yours grabbing your hips as he starts at a rough pace. He shoves his face into your neck. He's kissing and sucking anywhere he can reach. He's groaning and cussing into your neck. Your moaning his name as you leave scratches up his back. He hisses but enjoys the sensation of your nails on his skin. He can feel your walls clenching him. He starts rubbing on your clit and he pounds into you harder. "Come on, princess, cum for me" He says As you arch your back, heels digging into his back as you pull him even closer to your body, screaming his name. You're clenching him so hard he can hardly move. He swears you are sucking him on. He grunts "you were made for me." You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. "Such a perfect pussy for me"

Quickly wakasa pulls out spilling all over your stomach. He swears he's never cum so hard. Spilling more than he's ever done before. You're covered as some spills off of you into the sheets. You're both panting. Bodies covered in sweat. Wakasa is kissing all over your face, chest and neck as he holds you. Scared you're going to say you regret it. You smile up at him. He tucks some of your hair behind your ears. You both look down looking at the mess he left. "Sorry, let me get a tow–" He doesn't finish his sentence as his mouth hangs open. You take your finger running through the mess left on you and sucking it off your fingers as you close your eyes and moan. Wakasa feels his cock twitch. Hardening at the sight. "Fuck" He groans as he slams his lips onto yours again.

The second time is rough. He has you face down ass up. He's slapped your ass so many times you know you'll be bruised. His grip on your hips is so tight you know you'll find his hand prints still there days later. "Look at you taking my cock so well" He says As he lands another slap on your ass. "You were made to be my little cock sleeve." He grabs you by your hair, yanking you up, your back back is against his chest. One hand is around your neck tightening every few thrust while the other runs down your body to play with your pussy. Your head is tilted back onto his shoulder. His thrusts are getting harder and harder. "Such a good little slut for me. You get off on fucking your bestfriend while your boyfriend is at home sleeping?" Moaning he tightens his grip on your neck cutting off air for a second before relaxing his grip. "What was that?" "Y-yes!" You yell. He chuckles against your neck as he plants kisses on you. You've lost track of how many times he has made you cum tonight. You know it's more than seven because that's the last number you remember counting to. "He fuck you like this?" "No, God no!" You scream before he tightens his hand again. Eyes crossing at the lack of air. Sucking I'm a deep breath when he releases again. "Maybe we should call him. Huh? What do you think about that princess? Let him hear how you like to be fucked. How you like bouncing on your best friend's cock. How you scream my name." He tightens his fist again before you can answer. He lets go of you and causes you to fall face first on the mattress. He falls on top of you. Rolling his hips into you moaning your name before spilling inside of you. He continued to fuck you the rest of the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. He cleaned you up and stayed the night holding you in his sleep. He left before you got up in the morning but left a note telling you to call him as soon as you're up.

Ever since that night sucking Wakasa has become a nightly thing. The minute your boyfriend leaves your apartment you call wakasa and he shows up within five minutes, and has you naked in three. Some nights are rough. Nothing but the dirtiest fucking but other are sweet and loving. This continues for months. Wakasa has called off all the girls he was fucking before. They don't appeal to him anymore. They aren't you. Their pussies aren't yours. He swears you ruined him. No pussy will ever be as good as yours.

Wakasa hates Friday nights. It's your movie night. He used to love them, before your boyfriend. Before it was just you two. Now every Friday he has to show up. Now he has to watch the asshole have his hands all over you, and kiss you. Wakasa just rolls his eyes. While your boyfriend might get to hold you during the day and in front of everyone, wakasa is holding you at night. He's the one making you scream every night, begging him to fuck you one more time. He's the one who you beg to fuck your throat and cum down it so you can taste him not your friend. It'll never be your boyfriend. Wakasa will make sure it'll always be him.

You're sitting in the middle on the couch and a blanket lays over your legs. Your boyfriend's arm is around your shoulder as he watches the movie. Wakasa shoves his hand under the blanket and lays it on your thigh. You turn your head to look at him but he is staring at the tv. Slowly he inches his hand higher and higher until he is touching your clothed cunt. You jump light. Your boyfriend looks at you asking if you're alright. "Yeah, everything okay?" Wakasa asks with a voice laced with sarcasm as he smirks at you. You mumble out a fine. Everyone goes back to watching the movie as wakasa starts rubbing you. You slam your legs together as he turns his head to you, raising a brow. Slowly he slides his hand in your pants and starts to play with your pussy. You gasp, moaning quietly. Your boyfriend and wakasa are talking now as he enters a finger into you curling it hitting the spot that makes you see stars as his thumb rubs your clit. You let out a loud moan as your boyfriend and wakasa ask if you're okay. They continue talking when you assure them everything is fine. Wakasa adds another finger thrusting and rubbing faster.

Your boyfriend excuses himself to the bathroom before wakasa is pushing you back ok the couch hovering over you finger fucking you as he roughly kisses you. "Need you so bad" He mumbles against your lips. This continues until you hear the bathroom unlock. Wakasa jumps off of you, pulling you to sit up as well. Your boyfriend comes back throwing his arm around you again while wakasa continues to finger you under the blanket.

Wakasa has made you cum two times just by his fingers. Your boyfriend is asleep on the armrest of the couch. Wakasa picks you up sitting you on his lap as he pulls down your pants and panties and his own. "Waka he's right there" you whisper to him. "It's fine. He'll never know" he says As he shoves you down on his cock. He helps bounce you on him. Your head is thrown back on his shoulders and he is biting on yours to try and quit himself. He has one hand covering your mouth to quiet your moans and whines. As you bounce on him he is fucking up into you meeting your hips half way. You're cumming for the nth time tonight when your boyfriend starts to move on the couch. Wakasa stops moving for a second as he watches him. When he doesn't wake up and he starts bouncing you again. It doesn't take long for him to throw his head back spilling inside of you. He lifts you up and helps you readjust your pants before sitting you back down and watching the movie as if nothing happened. The next morning wakasa says bye to your friend as if he didn't fuck you right next to him the night before.

Once your boyfriend is gone you notice Wakasa is more annoyed than usual. He's brushing off your questions or giving you short answers. Finally you corner him in your kitchen. Trapping him against the counter. "What the fuck is your problem?!" You yell at him. "You've ignored me all day" He laughs, shaking his head. "My problem? You want to know what the fuck my problem is? Having to watch you be all touchy with that asshole who doesn't deserve you!" He yells "he's my boyfriend wakasa!" He shakes his head face growing angrier "he can't even get you to cum when he fucks you! You've had to come to me just to get off for the past seven months!" He yells "do you want to stop fucking me is that it?!" You yell back. "No!" "Then why do you care if I'm touchy with him?" "Because I'm fucking in love with you okay!"

Both of you widen your eyes. Wakasa was content keeping that a secret as long as you kept fucking him but seeing your boyfriend all over you made him pissed, jealous. He wants to hold you in front of everyone, not just at night. He opens his mouth to saying something but you slam your lips onto his. Running your fingers through his hair before wrapping your arms around him. Wakasa switches your positions against the counter before lifting you to sit you on top of it. Spreading your legs to settle between them he rips your pants off before falling to his knees and eating you like a starved man. He is lapping, sucking, and biting on your cunt. It's messy, his spit running down his chin. He pulls against him as hard as he can. You're cumming on his tongue in seconds. Quickly wakasa stands wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and slowly undresses both of you. He lays on top of you, fingers interlocked, kissing you slowly. He enters you both of you moaning. His pace is slow but deep. Hitting all the places that make your toes curl. It's intimate. More intimate than anything either of you have done before. He wraps his arms around you pulling you chest to chest just so he can be as close to you as possible. He feels you pussy clenching as his cock twitches. "Love you so much" he whispers to you. "Loved you since we were teenagers" you moan his name arching your back you cum all over his sock. He rests his forehead against you as he fills you up. You both lay there holding each other as you catch your breath. He's laying on your chest with his arms around your waist holding you against him. Your legs are wrapped around him as you play with his hair. Both of you are smiling.

"I love you too"

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howlinchickhowl · 2 months

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It's posting day for my @gallavichthings Gift Exchange gift! I got @rayrayor and I wrote a little something for their prompt about Mickey being a 'straight' patron of Ian's gay bar. Happy gift exchange, I hope you enjoy it!

(There's no warnings and it's fairly PG)

You're Like In Love With Me - a gallavich a.u. fiction 🫶

Someone at the brewery has it in for Ian, he’s decided. They’ve assigned him the world’s weediest delivery guy, who manages to shift one keg for every seven Ian hauls off his truck, and always gets to Ian ‘after lunch’, which, tends to be closer to dinner than lunch in Ian’s opinion, and leaves him very little time to get everything stocked and inventoried and get a break in before the evening rush starts.

He’s sweating buckets as he waves the guy off and staggers back out into the main bar for some ice water. He rounds the bar and snags a dishcloth from Joni who wrinkles their nose up at him as he swipes it over his forehead and the back of his neck.

Joni doesn’t sweat, it’s a point of pride for them. Ian isn’t sure if they actually aren’t capable of sweating, or if they just avoid any activity that could possibly cause them to perspire. If he was at home with his siblings, Ian would shake his head like a wet dog, sending droplets flying all over every surface and into the faces of any person standing close enough. But last year when he took over from Gigi she made him sit through like thirty hours of online health and safety and food hygiene training, and there is an open container of cut limes on the back bar that he can’t in good conscience condemn with his bodily fluids. So he holds himself back and focuses on getting himself a drink and trying not to be too obvious about checking out his favorite regular.

Mickey Milkovich has been coming to The Scratching Post since before Ian’s time, before it was ever even a gay bar, according to the man himself. When he was a kid, before the neighborhood ‘went to shit’ – Mickey’s colorful way of saying got gentrified by the u-haul lesbians and professional gays – it was something of a slum. And Mickey grew up a regular little slumdog. Before The Scratching Post was The Scratching Post, it was The Alibi Room, and the way Mickey tells it, it was basically his dad’s office. He’s told Ian stories about how he used to sit in one of the booths and watch his dad take book or make deals, how he got his first tattoo from the owner’s cousin who was trying to rustle up enough bail money to get her boyfriend out of jail after he shot up their apartment during a bad trip. How his older brother lost his virginity in the upstairs room when it was a short-lived brothel. How the whole fabric of his life is tied up in this place, like he’s just as much a part of it as the stains on the carpet that they’ve never bothered to change.

So now that Mickey is out of prison (attempted murder, but according to Mickey it was a trumped up bullshit charge and if he wanted to murder someone he would fucking succeed) and back living in the house he grew up in, he likes to drink in his neighborhood bar, even if it’s turned into some sort of haven for the L-G-B-T-Q-Whatever (his words). It’s home.

Ian doesn’t mind. Mickey’s a fast drinker and he can hold a lot of booze, and it never hurts to get some steady business during the day. And he likes Mickey. Kind of really likes him, actually. Sort of wouldn’t mind licking the inside of his mouth or tasting the sweat on the back of his neck. And that’s where he gets into a certain amount of trouble. Because Mickey Milkovich? Is straight.

Straight as a ramrod. Straight as a ruler. Straight as the day is long. Capital S Straight. So Ian tries not to think too much about how soft his lips look or how good he smells, and he also tries to keep it under wraps exactly how much he likes to look at the guy. He’s not gonna not look at him. But he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable in, from what Ian can gather, one of the only places he feels comfortable. And he also doesn’t want to get his ass kicked by a guy he has a crush on. He had enough of that kind of fun in high school.

So he grabs his pint of ice water and wipes his forehead with his stolen rag and he limits his glances to two seconds long with twenty second intervals. Or at least he thinks he does until Joni rolls their eyes at him and announces they are going on a smoke break, since he’s clearly gonna be there for a while anyway. He’d be annoyed but honestly, they’re right.

Mickey always sits in the same spot, on a high stool at the bar just where it’s curved around enough so that he can easily see the door but not so far that he can’t see who’s coming and going from the restroom or the back. His vigilance is quiet, but noticeable if you know what you’re looking for. Or if you just spend a lot of time looking.

He’s in his spot today, left hand curled loosely around his beer like he likes to be ready to drink at any moment, and he’s smiling down at his phone in a way that has Ian’s tummy start to fizz with little sparks of jealousy. What’s got him smiling like that? He’s desperate to know.

He doesn’t always talk to Mickey every time he comes in, he tries to show a respectful level of interest, though if you polled his employees they would probably say he fails at that. He does some quick math in his head while grabbing another rag and starting to wipe down the bar top, making his way down toward Mickey’s end. Today is Wednesday, Mickey didn’t come in yesterday, on Monday Ian kept his distance, and he hadn’t worked Sunday. That meant that their last interaction had been Saturday. Four days. That’s a decent interval, he figures, and he carries on wiping over the bar, trying to come up with a subtle way to find out what has made Mickey smile.

“That your girl?” Is what he’s got by the time he’s stood in front of Mickey, and it may not be subtle but it’s all he could think of.

“Huh?” Mickey asks, looking up.

“You uh, you look like something in your phone is making you real happy, I thought maybe it was a girl.”

“Oh, Uh.” Mickey looks down at his phone and then back up at Ian, his lips tugging down into a half frown. “No.”

He closes his phone and shoves it in his back pocket, eyes shifting around the room as he takes a sip of his beer. There’s something kind of shifty about it, like Ian’s made him uncomfortable somehow, and if Ian had more self-control he’d call this one a loss and find an excuse to leave him be. But his discipline only extends to his exercise regime and diet apparently because he finds himself unable to walk away, quietly desperate to know what Mickey had been looking at.

“So what d’you win a bet?”

Mickey huffs a laugh and sticks hi phone in his back pocket, Ian wipes a spot on the bar that he’s already wiped clean three times.

“Naw man, just a picture of my sister looking fuckin’ dumb in a squirrel hat.”

Ok. Not what Ian had been expecting.

“A…squirrel? Hat?”

“Yeah it’s for her job or whatever, she looks like a fuckin’ idiot.”

His words are harsh, but the smile that’s spreading over his lips is kind of soft, like he is actually kind of fond of his sister. Ian’s never seen him smile like that before. His smile is always kind of dirty, or wry, or sometimes bordering on a grimace, this is different, and Ian feels like he’s unlocked a new Mickey nugget. He wonders if he can get some more.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Two brothers, one sister.” He takes a gulp of his beer and then does a thoughtful little shrug. “That I know of. The way my dad was though, wouldn’t be too shocked if I got a bunch more I don’t know about.”

There’s that wry smile that Ian’s used to, with a half an eye roll that belies a lifetime of dealing with a parent who never stops disappointing you. It’s an eyeroll Ian has performed many a time himself.

“God yeah me too. I got at least one half-sister who showed up out of the blue a few years back, but I could be related to half the city for all I know.”

“Half the redheads at least.” And there’s the dirty smile. He’s mentioned Ian’s hair a few times, most people tease him about it a little, it’s no big deal. He imagines Mickey would have terrorized him if they’d known each other as kids, chasing him around calling him Carrot Top or Little Orphan Annie. This is kind of a gentle tease though, something warm, accompanied with a squint that could almost be a wink, if Mickey Milkovich was the kind of guy who winked, and it spurs Ian on.

“I knew this girl in high school, her dad had so many kids running around that she had to ask people for their family tree before she would hook up with them.”

Mickey almost chokes on his beer.

“Fuck me, should I be doing that?”

“I don’t know. She had a close call once, and her dad literally had like, thirty kids.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah, so, next time you’re lookin’ to hook up with someone, just, ask for a DNA screening first I guess.”

Mickey nods, and then the air sort of drops out of the conversation, like it has nowhere left to go. Mickey gulps the last of his beer in one huge mouthful that puffs his cheeks out and sort of makes him look like he’s chewing it, and the only thing Ian can think to say is to ask him if he wants another.

“Nah I’m good, gotta get back.” He throws some cash down on the bar to cover his tab and is out the door with his arms still shoving into his jacket before Ian can even say syanora.

And then he doesn’t come back for three weeks.

It’s not like Ian’s moping, Joni can fuck off for implying that. The bar is busy and he has a lot to do and employees to manage and siblings to deal with. But in the afternoons sometimes he’ll find himself staring at the empty space where Mickey would normally be and wondering, kind of forlornly, if the guy is ever coming back. Trying to figure out what he did or said in that last conversation that pissed him off so bad he would forsake his childhood bar.

Ian misses him. His expressive face and his disgusting sense of humour, and the way he makes Ian feel, like on edge and at ease at the same time. It just sucks, not seeing him, and not knowing why.

And then one day, three weeks and four days since The Scratching Post had last seen hide or hair of him, he’s back, sitting on his regular stool when Ian gets done mopping the bathrooms.

It gives him a jolt, a little shiver of excitement running down his spine as he shoves the mop in the corner and rounds the bar.

“Haven’t seen you around here lately.” He greets Mickey, as casually as he can, and Mickey looks up, kind of startled, and then looks down at the bar. Or. There’s a white envelope sitting there, and he seems fixated on it.

“Everything ok Mick?”

Mickey nods, a quick little jerk of a thing, eyes fixed on the envelope. He doesn’t even have a drink in front of him.

“You want a beer?”

He shakes his head, brings his right hand up to lay his fingertips over the envelope and slide it across the bar toward Ian.

“What’s this?” Ian picks it up, there’s no name on it, no details, it’s not sealed but he’s still not sure if he should open it. Mickey’s looking up at him when he’s done inspecting it.

“It’s uh.” His bright blue eyes flick away and then back again, are they wetter than usual? They seem so shiny when they finally rest back on Ian. “It’s a DNA test.”

“A DNA test?”

“Yeah. We um. We ain’t related. So.”

He raps his knuckles on the bar a couple of times in a short sharp knock that he must think serves as a suitable stop to this most bizarre of conversations, and clambers off his stool, heading for the door.

“Wait Mickey—What?!”

“Just. Read it.”

The door has barely had time to swing shut before Ian is practically tearing the envelope in his haste to look at the paper inside. It’s exactly what Mickey said, a DNA test, comparing Mickey’s DNA to his own, which, he’s gonna have to talk to him about where he got a sample of Ian’s DNA from, and confirming that there’s no overlap. In the top right corner, in a chicken scratch of a hand, Mickey has scrawled the words ‘just in case’ and then a phone number, and Ian almost drops his phone in the ice trough in his rush to pull it out of his pocket and send a text.

[2:34pm] I thought you were straight?

The reply buzzes through almost immediately, like maybe Mickey’s stood outside looking at his phone waiting to see what happens.

[2:34pm] Good.

It’s a very Mickey text, and something about it makes Ian feel warm, like he’s being trusted with something Mickey doesn’t trust a lot of people with.

[2:35pm] Where did you get a sample of my DNA??

[2:35pm] That really what you wanna be asking me right now?

[2:35pm] I’ve got a lot of things I want to ask you.

[2:36pm] So come outside, I don’t got all day.

It’s possible that Ian knocks over a stool and drops his dishcloth on the floor, he’s got bigger fish to fry.

#gallavich fic #ian x mickey #fic #GGE2024

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love-fictional-ppl · 2 months

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OH MY LORD PLEASE DO MORE ABOUT STONER BAKUSQUAD THAT WAS 'mwah' chefs kiss

xoxoxooxox thank you sm if you do xoxooxox

Omgg yesss I love stoner bakusquad. Tyy for the request loveeee

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Part 2 of this

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Summary: reader and quirkless au!Bakusquad are stoners

Pairings: platonic!katsuki bakugou x gn!bisexual!reader, platonic!Eijiro Kirishima x gn!bi!reader, platonic!pan!Denki Kaminari x gn!bi!reader, platonic!plug!hanta sero x gn!bi!reader, platonic!bi!mina ashido x gn!bi!reader, Eijiro Kirishima x bi!mina ashido, past!Hanta sero x bi!mina ashido, pan!Denki Kaminari x bi!plug!hitoshi Shinso

Warnings: language, Marijuana duh, vaping, alcohol, making out, shrooms, OF, masturbation, etc.

A/n: I was personally geeked writing part 1, so I forgot to actually include the vaping part lol. If you don’t know who Harold and kumar are, watch the movies.

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Ok so to start off, Sero’s day/night Job is deejaying. He’s actually really good at it. A lot of people would think this job would go to Denki but nope.

Speaking of Denki, he actually is a streamer. He reacts to people’s videos and plays horror games. He plays a lot of Roblox too.

Bakugou likes Sam & Colby. He’s liked them since trap boys. Honestly his favorite trap boy is Corey tho.

When Mina drinks she gets the spins really bad and throws up. Every single time. Without hesitation.

Denki cries sometimes when he’s drunk.

Kirishima greened out at the first smoke sesh.

Mina is seriously super horny when she messed up. She even convinced bakugou to make out with her while he was super stoned

Denki started vaping when you guys were in sophomore year, he eventually put u all on.

Bakugou had to bail Sero out of jail once, Sero was pulled over while he was making a delivery

Mina makes Kirishima take her to concerts, he trip sits her while she takes shrooms

Sero likes to watch cartoon network and adult swim when he’s stoned

Eventually, Shinso and Denki get together. You all excepted Shinso practically immediately, and invited him to the smoke seshs

Mina buys pink joint papers. The guys hate when she rolls up with them, except for Denki he loves them<3

Mina has an only fans. She isn’t embarrassed by it either. Denki has also watched her videos while jerking off

During smoke sesh’s you guys like to watch South Park. Sero likes to laugh and compare bakugou to cartman.

Sero has a unhealthy amount of bongs

Kirishima is the designated driver for after the hangouts. Whoever doesn’t just sleepover, he gives a ride.

Kirishima always makes a crap ton of snack when him and Mina host. Mina doesn’t like hosting tho.

Depending on how high bakugou is, he will let you play with his hair. It’s actually so soft.

Denki and Sero almost got kidnapped by Sero’s plug one time. It was Denki’s fault, he tried to still the guy’s knife.

Sero loves Shinso’s cat especially when he’s stoned he says he’s the group scooby doo. Shinso is forced to bring muffins(the cat) every time

Shinso also sells weed so Sero claims they’re competitors

Denki is so girly with his vapes it’s funny. Like this boy will kill for a minty Hyde. He also always has to tear apart his bed just to find the shit.

I think everybody agree and say bakugou and kirishima drink whiskey. Grown ahh ahh men💀

Bakugou literally will catnap when he is baked. He likes to sleep with his head on your thighs

Kirishima always brings blunt wraps since you and Denki always forgets to buy them. Baby boy kiri is a angel🥹😇

Reach in Sero’s couch cushions and you will find a kingdom of lighters

Denki says him and Sero are Harold And Kumar. Denki and you love those movies.

Sero’s kitchen is stocked on all your favorite foods and drinks.

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Not Proofread!

#my hero academia #katsuki bakugo mha #mha denki #mha x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakusquad #stoner!bakusquad #mina ashido x reader #mina ashido #plug!hanta sero #sero hanta x reader #kirimina #shinkami #plug!hitoshi Shinso #denki kaminari #denki x reader #kirishima eijirou #sero hanta

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roseychains · 1 month

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this is SO embarrassing to ask I’m going anon but you probably already know who this is bc I have family issues. would u consider ermmm idk more brother sukuna 👀 hmm ermm oops who said that ahhahaahahha whoever asked that should be embarrassed haha embarrassingggg

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Brother Sukuna pt 2

a/n: I have not a clue who this could possibly be, not a single idea 🤫

C/w: platonic not a ship, fluff, crack?

Brother sukuna who has secretly taken you to get piercing and tattoos when you were still underage, against your parents wishes. “Who cares anyway? Not like your going to law school”

Brother sukuna who can’t help worth a damn on homework, but he can give you all his tips and tricks on how he cheated his way through highschool… it may not be honest advice but it’s definitely something

Brother sukuna who refuses to ever put a shirt on in his house even when you have friends or dates over. “For fucks sake put some clothes on.” “In MY house where I live? Funny joke.”

Brother sukuna who often takes “toles” or your food, or takes bites during the cooking process to “make sure it isn’t poison” very helpful, ryomen.

Brother sukuna who fights back for real when you try and play fight. If you swing at him he will grab your wrist hard enough to leave a bruise, glaring at you

Brother sukuna who is a whiny bitch when he loses video games, but at the same time he will always ask you to play with him when you can

Brother sukuna who is vocal and doesn’t hesitate to speak down upon/degrade people your close with to your face or even there’s if he doesn’t like them. “Why are you even friends with her? She’s a piece of shit, have better friends.”

Brother sukuna who gives you old clothing/jewelry he doesn’t wear anymore if you want it, don’t try stealing his shit tho or he will get pissy

Brother sukuna who drives you places, but will refuse to drive specific friends of yours he doesn’t like. He’s childish in that regard

Brother sukuna who on social media, will send you stupid memes and clown on you when you post, lovingly of course…

Brother sukuna who ain’t turning the music down for shit. His house, his rules but more like his house his lack of rules to enforce on himself

Brother sukuna who has probably needed you to bail him out of jail for something petty once. Like vandalizing someone’s house he didn’t like

Brother sukuna who may not text you first, but when he knows your out at a bar, club, especially if your alone or on a date he will secretly stay up in case you need a ride, or to get out of a dangerous situation

Brother sukuna who would get hella embarrassed if you saw him vulnerable in anyway, he doesn’t want you to think less of him. He may not show it but he holds you on high regard and cares what you think

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen x reader

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there’s always tomorrow ~ billy loomis and stu macher;scream

word count: 2069

request?: yes!

“Hi !

Can you do a one shot where billy and stu are having sex with the reader ( who tey are in love amd obsessed with ) and she leaves during the night but theres always tomorrow at school right?

Happy ending pls ?”

description: it was just a hook up. a one time thing. that’s it, nothing more to it...right?

pairing: billy loomis x female!reader x stu macher

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut but nothing full on

masterlist (one, two)

Billy and Stu did everything together.

They went to school together, they hung out with their friend group together, they murdered together.

They had sex with (Y/N) together.

(Y/N) was supposed to be one of their victims. She lived next door to Sydney and they came up with the idea that they could say she had witnessed Sydney’s dad going crazy and killed her too. It was a solid plan, and it would add another kill to their body count. Nothing could go wrong.

That was until both of them, dressed in their Ghostface costumes, snuck into her house one night while she was alone. Billy was on the phone with her as Stu crept up to her bedroom, waiting to ambush her. But when he threw open her bedroom door, he was shocked to find her laid out on the bed in just her underwear, and, oh boy, was it a very tiny pair of underwear.

It took a moment for Stu to remember what was happening, and that moment was (Y/N) screaming and throwing her phone at him. It missed, but he was still in his dazed state that he didn’t react right away as she ran to grab her robe and try to escape. Stu threw himself at her, knocking her to the ground and pinning her with her hands over her head. He had his knife raised, ready to stab her, when she brought her knee up to hit him in the stomach.

Stu groaned, falling to the floor. (Y/N) grabbed his knife and held it up to him, ready to attack, but took his incapacitated state as her opportunity to also unmask him. When Stu’s mask fell to the floor, she gasped in shock, her attack paused momentarily. It was a perfect moment to take her by surprise and kill her. She had seen his face, he knew she had to die.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He panicked, grabbing his mask from the floor and quickly racing down to the front door where Stu was waiting.

“What happened?” Billy asked as Stu ran past him.

“Just run,” Stu said.

“What?”

“Run!”

When they got back to Stu’s house, he explained what happened.

“And you didn’t kill her?!” Billy snapped once the story was over.

“I couldn’t, man!” Stu argued.

“Why not?! She saw your face, she knows who Ghostface is now. Our only option is to fucking kill her!”

“I know that! I knew I had to kill her. I just couldn’t. Man, you should’ve seen her when I walked in. She was practically naked! She had a body better than Tatum’s and that’s saying something. You can’t blame me for getting distracted.”

“There’s getting distracted and then there’s being an idiot.” Billy started to pace Stu’s room. “We have to do something about this. There won’t be long until she goes to the police and they arrive here to arrest you. And there’s no way I can convince my dad to bail you out when there’s a witness to you trying to kill them.”

Stu’s leg started bobbing anxiously. “I can’t go to jail, man.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

The two spent the night anxiously awaiting for the police to arrive for Stu. They were both suspicious when no one came, and they were both dreading having to go to school the next day. If the police hadn’t arrived in the night, there was a chance they were about to be ambushed there when they arrived.

To their surprise, there was no police waiting at school either. Principal Himbry wasn’t at the doors waiting to take them away, there were no calls for them to go to his office. Nothing. Almost suspiciously nothing. Billy wasn’t sure how much he was trusting this whole thing.

It wasn’t until after lunch that (Y/N) finally approached Billy and Stu while they were with their friends. Immediately Stu felt a nervousness settle over him. She wouldn’t say anything in front of everyone, would she? She’d have the decency to wait till they were in private...right?

“Hey,” she said, drawing the group’s attention to her. “Mind if I talk to Stu alone?”

Stu and Billy exchanged a look before Stu stepped away from the group and followed (Y/N) a little ways down the hall. He couldn’t read her face. He couldn’t tell if she was scared, angry; if she was about to out him to the school.

He also couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful she looked laid out in her bed the night before, her perfect body on full display. He imagined taking those tiny panties she was wearing and ripping them off her body before getting the chance to ravage her.

He snapped out of his thoughts when (Y/N) said, “So...you’re the one going around killing people?”

That’s when Stu remembered why he was in this situation, and the fear returned. “Did you call the police?”

“Answer my question first.”

Stu sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s...it’s been me. All me.”

If this was how he was going to be taken down, he wasn’t going to take Billy with him. At least Billy could continue their plan if Stu ended up in jail.

“Why did you try to kill me last night?”

He was a little stunned by the question. “It’s...complicated. There’s this whole plan in place - ”

“A plan that includes me?”

“Like I said, it’s complication. Listen, are you going to turn me into the police or not? I did let you go last night.”

“I think you were forced to let me go considering I had kicked your ass and took your mask.”

Stu scoffed. “You didn’t kick my ass, you kneed me once and took my mask off. You hesitated, I could’ve easy killed you in that moment. But I didn’t. So, can we just, you know, keep this between us maybe?”

“We can, under one condition.”

Stu rolled his eyes. “Fine, I won’t kill you.”

“Oh, I know you won’t kill me. If you did, you would’ve last night.” She gave him a knowing look before stepping closer to him, closing the already small space between them and pressing her body against his. “But you did also get an eyeful when you came in last night. I figure you may want to see the rest of it. So, here’s my proposal: I won’t tell anyone about you if I can come over to your place on Friday.”

Stu tried to stutter a response, but all the blood had been removed from his brain and gone somewhere a little lower in his body instead. When he couldn’t get his words out, (Y/N) smirked at him and said, “I’ll take that as a yes. See you Friday.”

She started to walk away when Stu called, “Billy’s my partner!”

(Y/N) stopped and turned to look at him. “There’s two of you?”

Stu nodded.

The sexy smirk came back to her face. “Tell him to come, too.”

And that’s how the dynamic duo of Woodsboro found themselves fucking the same girl on Friday night. They shared her evenly between them until all three of them were satisfied and laying back on Stu’s queen sized bed.

“That was great,” (Y/N) commented. “I’ve never done a threesome before, much less with two serial killers.”

“Congrats on losing your threesome v-card,” Billy said.

(Y/N) giggled. It sounded like music to both Billy and Stu’s ears. They glanced at each other over her head and knew they were thinking the same thing.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for serial killers, (Y/N),” Billy said.

“Call it the adrenaline I felt from almost being murdered,” she responded. “I don’t know, after Stu ran off I was terrified. I tried to call 911, but I just couldn’t bring myself to rat on him. I didn’t know why, but I tried to go to bed and get my mind off of everything. Then I found myself fantasizing and dreaming about Stu in that costume, with that knife, pinning me to the ground.”

Stu shifted so that they couldn’t see his member hardening again.

(Y/N) looked over at Billy and smiled. “Imagine my delight when I found out there was two of you.”

Another shared look between the two boys.

(Y/N) sat up and moved towards the edge of the bed. Billy and Stu sat up and looked at her in confusion.

“Where are you going?” Stu asked her.

“Home,” she responded. “This is all I came for, wasn’t it?”

They were both hesitant to answer. They didn’t want her to go. Sure, she had come over just for sex so that she’d keep their secret, and it was certainly mind blowing sex for all involved. But at some point during the sex, it stopped just being for pleasure. At some point, both Stu and Billy looked at her blissed out face, glistening with sweat and the string of moans spilling from her mouth, and they felt something stronger for her than lust in that moment.

(Y/N) pulled on her clothes and grabbed her things to leave. She paused at the door of Stu’s room to smile at both boys. “See you two on Monday.”

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Billy and Stu were distracted to say the least the that weekend. They drifted through Saturday and Sunday, and even the start of the day on Monday they felt very distant. Randy even poked fun at them for being so absentminded when they came into school.

“What happened? Did you guys break up or something?” he teased.

Their first class of the day was with (Y/N) and they were both dreading it. They weren’t ready to see her so soon, to have her ignore them and pretend like Friday never happened.

But they were both shocked when we walked into the classroom and immediately walked up to their desks.

“So,” she said, sitting down in front of Billy, “here’s the thing, I know Friday was supposed to be a one time thing...but I can’t stop thinking about you guys.”

They shared a look before looking back at her. “Really?” Stu asked.

“Yeah. I...I just keep thinking about you guys, and not just in the sex way.” She started nibbling on her lip. Billy started thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss that lip she as biting. “Is that weird? I shouldn’t be thinking of both of you, should I?”

“I don’t think anything about our situation is normal, babe,” Billy said. The pet name sent chills through (Y/N)’s body. “We couldn’t stop thinking about you from the moment you left.”

She perked up at this news. “Really? Huh, so I guess we’re on the same boat here.”

“I guess we are,” Billy agreed. “So, what do we do about this?”

Before any of them could say anything, the bell rang signifying that class was starting. (Y/N) spun around in her seat to try and pay attention to the teacher who was talking. Stu started writing something on his notebook and held it up for Billy to see.

let’s try to be a three person relationship.

Billy gave Stu a look and wrote a note in response. are you crazy? we can’t do that. that’s not a thing.

but it could be.

Billy snuck a glance at (Y/N). There was no way he could date her in good conscious knowing that Stu liked her too, and he knew Stu felt the same way. But they both liked her so much, and apparently she liked them just as much. Was it so crazy for both of them to try and date her.

He ripped off the bottom of the page he had written his note to Stu on and wrote on it. He folded it and quickly tossed it over (Y/N)’s shoulder. It whizzed past her, causing her hair to move with it, and landed on her desk. She looked over her shoulder at both boys before slowly unfolding the note.

movie date with billy and stu? check yes or no

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle before turning to look at both of them and nodding her head, mouthing, “Yes!” before turning back in her seat.

Stu and Billy shared a quick fist bump in celebration.

#Stu Macher #Billy Loomis #stu macher imagine #billy loomis imagine #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #matthew lillard #skeet ulrich #scream #scream imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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bullet-prooflove · 9 days

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ATF!Series Part Three: Hell or Highwater

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators benny kkkelpies-shed

ATF Series:

Part One: A Rabbit You Don't Want To Chase - Stahl makes an unwelcome return to David's life.

Part Two: Fucked - Stahl fucks up you entire life in pursuit of Jax Teller.

You’ve been in a custody for five hours by the time David’s finally allowed to see you. Four hours of that has consisted of you sitting silently in an interrogation room listening to Stahl tell you how fucked you are.

And yea, she’s right, you are pretty fucked.

Your entire life it’s crumbling down around you and all you can feel is this crushing, desolate numbness because those hopes you had, those dreams they’re gone. Every single one of them.

You think about that as you lie on a musty mattress in a chilly cell. You think about what Jax Teller has done to you, what he continues to do to you. He has no direct involvement with you but the ripples of that time you spent together still resonate through your life.

This is what David means when he talks about Jax's blast radius.

Jax Teller is a nuclear bomb, his toxicity seeping into everything he touches. His poison, it salts the earth leaving no space for anything else to grow and you, you just have to sit here and absorb the damage.

“The light giving you a headache?” David asks as he leans in the doorway of the cell block. It’s Tuesday evening and you’re the only one in attendance, your arm is draped over your eyes trying to ward off the glow from the fluorescent. You have that metallic taste on your tongue. The one that usually comes just as the migraine starts to set in.

You don’t answer him, you can’t because the moment you do David will know exactly how broken you are right now you can’t stand the idea of anyone seeing that.

The light clicks off and you swallow past the well of emotion that’s building in your chest because David, he always knows exactly what you need. You hear his footsteps, the squeak of his boots as he comes to linger outside your cell. You hear his sigh before he sits down on the floor, his back against the cinderblocks. His elbows come to rest on his knees as his head tips back and his eyes close.

You’re in for the night and so is he.

The distance it seems to stretch between you, he feels the weight of it in the air as he plays through the past couple of hours in his head. The phone calls he’s made to the San Franisco Art Institute trying to undo all the nasty shit that Stahl has done to you. He’d begged for them to change their minds but that placement is gone, they don’t want a criminal influencing the other students. He’d slammed down the phone so hard, the plastic had cracked on the receiver.

“She told me you fucked her today.” You say quietly and his blood runs cold because it isn’t enough that Stahl has taken away your prospects, she has to try and take him too. “That you came inside her, it seemed important to her that I know that.”

He understands the significance. For Stahl their relationship was about power, about proving she had it and he didn’t. It drove her absolutely crazy that he wouldn’t give her that, that everytime she begged or demanded, he would pull out. It was a sign to her that she couldn’t control him, not completely.

“You’re the only woman who gets to have that.” He tells you, his gaze meeting yours as you shift up into a sitting position. “The only one that gets to have every part of me.”

You draw your knees up to your chest, tucking the blanket over your legs because it get a little cold in here at night. He makes note to get you an extra blanket because the temperature is only going to keep dropping.

“David, we should talk about what happens when I go to jail.” You say softly. “You need to get clear of this…”

“You won’t see jail time.” He tells you and there’s such surety in his voice that you can’t help but believe him. “You’ll be bailed tomorrow, made to pay a fine, they’re going to seek restitution for the property damage. We’ll be paying it off for the next couple of years.”

We…

Because the two of you, you’re in this together come hell or highwater.

“David…” You whisper because you know exactly what he’s done while you’ve been trapped with Stahl.

All the favours he’s collected over the years, all that good will. He’s used it all up on you, on managing this crisis. You know what this is going to do to him, his dreams of being Chief, they’re over. His affiliation with you has seen to that.

“You’ll be his downfall.” Jacob Hale had warned you when he’d heard about you and David. “You’ll ruin everything he’s worked for.”

This is it right here, the moment he was talking about. Fuck it eats you up inside, knowing you’re dragging David down with you.

“You think this is a sacrifice for me but it isn’t.” He says as he raises to his feet, wincing at the stiffness in his bones as he comes to stand before the bars, his hands gripping them. “Unser was never going to step down and I don’t see the point of having all this power if I can’t use it to do the right thing.”

You mirror his movements, your fingers coming to rest in the indentations between his knuckles as you press your head against the cool bars.

“You didn’t ask for any of this,” He reminds you quietly, his blue eyes meeting yours. “We just fucked the wrong people and now we’re getting fucked but at least we’re in it together. They don’t get to have this, they don’t get to take you away from me.”

“No.” You whisper, a sad smile crossing your features because even though you’ve both lost so much, you’ll always have each other. “They won’t ever have this.”

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Hey snow I don't know the difference between an ask or a request but yesterday I had my second seizure and was wondering how yanderes from any of your Aus would react to us having a seizure right in front of them like a grand mal seizure if that's ok (I've been stalking you for a while and remember that request for an epilepsy reader!!)

I REMEMBER MAKING THAT POST BUT FORGOT BECAUSE I COULDNT CHOOSE A CHARACTER😭😭 I still cant, but imma go with yandere Surgeon dad Dabi because u can't go wrong with Dabi (plus lawyer Hawks)

Anyways, imagine that after the whole Keigo and Dabi calling CPS on reader's parents and having them arrested, with Keigo pretending to help reader's mom by taking her case pro bono but is actually framing her to be an unstable and unfit mom so that Keigo and Dabi can officially adopt you. Meanwhile, reader is pulling her hair out because her innocent mom is in jail and she's living with practically two strangers whose kindness apparently knows no bounds but there's still a gut feeling that is telling her to leave these guys as soon as possible but with no money and no contacts, she can't bail her mom out unless it's Keigo and his firm who helps her out and sure hes telling her to not worry and focus on school or whatever, but reader can't not worry because everytime she asks about her mother, things only seem to be getting worse for her case so now she is skipping school and lying to Keigo and Dabi about her whereabouts so that she can spend time by herself to work on her mom's case... she just needs one- one evidence to prove her innocence.

Now I imagine that for a teen who's just about to enter into adulthood and can already feel all the weight of responsibilities, she's absolutely stressed af and idk how or what triggers it, maybe she hit her head/was beaten by someone, maybe she forgot to take her meds, maybe she took too much caffeine and has been missing out on sleep for too long, but the seizures occurred... that too at the worst possible time.

Keigo and Dabi had noticed that something was up with you, you looked far too miserable and always had dark circles under your eyes, and when Keigo decided to pick you up early from school one day for a quick lunch with him and Dabi, he was surprised that you had been skipping school for many days. Later that day, when you finally returned home, they decided to confront you.

"So, how was your day?" Keigo approached the gentle approach. You shrugged, just playing with the food on your plate. "Fine."

Keigo looked at Dabi, who was practically watching you like a hawk, gaze piercing as he analysed every movement, every breath you took. He was clearly pissed; Keigo recalled his reaction when he told Dabi about how you've been skipping school for some time. Dabi was ready to send Amber Alert on your ass (he and Keigo both have contacts at the police station) but Keigo was able to calm him down, knowing well that Dabi wasnt truly mad at you, he was just worried. Concerned that you may be hurt, and although both of them care about you, Dabi is a very overprotective type of dad. And since Dabi struggle to show vulnerability, he usually masks it with anger.

"Yeah? School giving you a tough time, hm?" Keigo asked softly, ready to see if you'd lie or come clean. You paused, finally looking up from your plate.

"No... school's fine." You placed your fork down, pushing your seat back. "Can I be excused? I have a test to prepare for-"

"No." Dabi said harshly, and Keigo moved his hand to hold Dabi's, but the latter pulled it away.

You looked at them confused, more so at Dabi's tone. "Um, what?"

"Honey-" Keigo tried one more attempt at gently approaching you, but Dabi had other plans.

"You're lying." He stated, throwing his utensils on the plate. "We know youre lying. Wanna come clean now?" He asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you composed yourself. He couldn't- they couldn't possibly know?

You cleared your throat. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, may I be excused? I need to study-" you started standing up, hoping to leave this interrogation as quickly as possible.

"Sit down!" Dabi yelled, and you immediately sat down. "You've been lying to us! How long did you think you'd get away with it? Did you really think we wouldn't know you've been skipping school?!"

"I- I don't know-" you tried to lie again but Dabi slammed his hands on the dinner table, making you and Keigo jump.

"I swear to god- if you say you don't know one more fucking time-" Keigo sprang up and held Dabi's arm, squeezing it to tell him to calm down.

Dabi pulled his arm away from Keigo, and wagged his finger at you. "One chance- you have one chance to explain. And you better not lie this time."

Realising you had no chance to avoid this, you confessed that you had been skipping school to work on your mom's case, looking for evidence, asking around your alcoholic dad's addicted friends to tell the jury that your father was abusive to your mom both physically and emotionally, basically you were looking for anything that would help prove your mother's innocence.

So... you went back to your old house, the one in the "bad neighbourhood" and even met your dad's even worse friends, endangering yourself.

"Why didn't you just come to us? We would have helped." Keigo asked, brows raising in concern.

You nodded. "I know but I didn't want to- you're doing what you can for my mom, and I just needed to do something. I cant just sit here while she rots in her cell because of my mistake!" You looked at Dabi. "And I found something that could help her! Look, if you just- if you just come to the court and tell them that my injuries were because of some medical condition or some accident, they could potentially throw out the whole case!"

Dabi narrowed his eyes at you. "And your mom would be free."

"Yeah!"

"And your father would be free too."

You nodded. "I mean, yeah. If there isn't a case, there's. no reason for him to stay in jail."

"Have you completely lost it?! Do you hear yourself?!!" Dabi yelled, pushing away Keigo who was pulling him away from you. "No! She needs to hear this!" He looked back at you. "I dont know whether you've hit your head or if you inhaled something when you met your father's druggie friends, but suggesting to free that piece of shit, TUB OF LARD, WASTE OF SPACE, HUMAN EXCREMENT just so that you can bail schizophrenic mommy out is fucking INSANE!"

Your mouth dropped open as tears welled up in your eyes, your breathing getting shallower as Dabi's words echoed in your head.

"Dabi, stop-" Keigo started, getting in the middle of you two, but it didn't stop Dabi from yelling awful things.

"All she's done by lying to us is endanger herself! Look at her, she's not sleeping, she not eating! And all we wanted was to take care of her! But all she wants is her mentally sick mother, who news flash-! Is still not a good fucking human being! She may have been abused by her husband to become how she is, but she had plenty of time before to leave him and run away with Y/n!" And this time, Dabi looked over from Keigo's shoulder and directly at you. "And I'm not making this up, this is what the psychiatrist said in the court after she had examined your mother! She's just as much to blame as your father, Y/n! They're both shitty-!" He stopped when you broke into a sob, making Keigo turn around as well.

"Y/n, honey-" the blonde came closer, only for you to fall down to your knees as you clutched your head with your hands, eyes squeezing shut. Your breathing became shallower and your body began to slowly shake.

And Dabi instantly knew something was wrong. This was not- this is not some normal reaction to an awful reality check.

"Y/n?" Keigo called softly, pulling your hands away from your head, as you finally snapped open your eyes and they held all the dread in the world.

Dabi realised it before it actually happened.

"She's seizing!"

Your eyes rolled back and your body began convulsing violently, your body falling back, but Dabi rushed forward to catch you before you could hit your head.

"Keigo, grab a pillow!" He ordered as he glanced at the clock and began timing your seizure. Keigo grabbed a pillow and as Dabi lifted your head, he slid it underneath to cushion your head.

Dabi then turned your body to the side, looking over your body going through alternating tonic clonic stages. Your limbs would violently jerk first, your eyes blinking rapidly before falling into the next stage where your entire body would stiffen and your back arches at an unusual angle, your body losing control of your muscles and bowel incontinence follows.

Keigo could only watch in horror as your body went through painful movements and you urinated yourself unconsciously.

"Dabi-" the dread in his voice wasn't missed by Dabi, but the doctor only told him to calm down and wait as he kept looking between you and the clock.

4 minutes. For 4 minutes, you convulsed.

Dabi had already narrowed down the causes for your seizure, as you never had a history of epilepsy, and now you had one episode probably because of all the stress you've been under, coupled with lack of sleep and food and excessive intake of caffeine, making him feel awful for yelling at you instead of-

"Dabi." Keigo called, nodding his head at you.

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision still blurry but you could make out Dabi and Keigo's faces.

From all prolonged contractions, your muscles were now fatigued and you felt extremely tired and confused.

"W-what happened?" You asked, not realising that you were on the floor or that you had wet yourself.

Dabi swallowed thickly, pushing all his concern down. "You- you had a seizure."

"I did?"

"Yes. But you don't need to worry, I'll take care of it. You must be feeling tired, hm?"

You closed your eyes and hummed. You did feel tired.

"Its okay, you go to sleep, then. I'll be here when you wake up, okay?" You only hummed as Dabi leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead, while Keigo took off his jacket and wrapped it covered you with it.

As you fell into a deep slumber, Dabi collected you in his arms and nodded at Keigo to take the car out. They were gonna take you to the hospital, just to confirm his diagnosis and make sure that you don't actually have epilepsy. And if you do, then get you all the proper medication and treatment for it.

Your cheek rested against Dabi's chest, his heart melting as you nuzzled closer. Keigo broke several traffic laws as he sped through the streets, but he only had to take one look at you to remember how utterly helpless he felt while you seized. To do nothing but wait... until that 5 minute mark hit and realise the danger you were in.

One thing is for sure-

Dabi and Keigo are never letting you out of their sights ever again. Ever.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 4 months

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

by ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Chapter 1: A Birthday Surprise

After getting a call from your mischievous brother asking you to bail him out of jail (again), you meet a curious man who claims to be from another reality. But getting him home from jail is just the beginning of your woes.

CHAPTER WARNING: none

Previous Chapter (Prologue) - Next Chapter MASTERLIST

He didn’t know it was possible before now, but Loki’s headache was even worse as he came to again, immediately finding himself in a new, startling situation.

Loki lay on his back, spread-eagled on a frigid concrete floor. The hot-pink fleece throw was laid strategically over his privates (as if it did anything!). The ceiling was the same bland hue as the floor, but the shadow of a wall of steel bars fell over his face, complicating the view. Two of the four walls of this cold room were made of bars. The other two consisted of solid rock, littered with graffiti and etchings.

It was a prison cell.

“Of all the nerve!” Loki muttered bitterly, sitting up as quickly as his migraine would allow. “What am I doing here? Guard? Soldier?”

“Hey, what’s your story?”

A diminutive man with tanned skin and wearing a baggy black muscle shirt underneath a denim jacket four sizes too large, sat on the only bench in the cell. In his panic, Loki hadn’t realized that he wasn’t alone.

“Where am I?” Loki asked for what had to have been the hundredth time that night. “Please, just answer me.”

His cellmate shrugged. “They brought you in already knocked out, huh?”

“I…suppose they did, yes.”

“You’re in the tank, the police station off Clinton Square. You’ll be out once you call someone and make bail.”

“I…I have no one to make bail for me,” Loki said sadly, rubbing his forehead. “At least I don’t think so. I’m beginning to get the feeling I’m alone on this plane.”

The man looked sympathetic. “Maybe when my sister gets here she’ll get you out too. You just got into a street fight. Can’t be more than fifty or a hundred bucks for you.”

“Sister?” Loki asked.

“She always says its the last time she’ll have my back, but when you’re all the other one has, I guess that’s always up for negotiation,” the man reasoned. He got up and removed his large denim jacket, laying it over Loki, who gratefully laid it over his lap. “What can I say? I love a good bar scrap!”

He stuck his hand out at Loki, who paused before taking it. “I’m Joey, by the way.”

“I’m Loki, pleasure to meet you,” he mumbled.

Joey snickered and rolled his eyes. “Oh, okay, I was gonna bring it up, but you already know how much you look like him, but maybe you still have vodka on the brain. The cops here won’t buy the ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here’ thing, you know. Trust me, I’ve shared a cell with Hugh Grant, Barack Obama, two Jesus Christs and a Chris Evans.”

“Look, Joey, I really am, I mean, I need to find someone--”

“--Just keep your head down, bro. I bet my sis will be here any minute with her wallet full of freedom.”

It always rained on your birthday. Every single year.

Here it was, ten o’clock at night, and you weren’t even at the bar with your friends or trying to pick up a date. Instead, you were angrily running down the wet sidewalk that ran parallel to Clinton Square, holding an umbrella that did fuck-all to keep you dry in the downpour, on your way to bail your little brother out of the drunk tank. Again.

There was a reason everyone who knew your family called him ‘Jailbird Joey.’ It seemed like his run-ins with the beat cops in towns were becoming more frequent with the years putting distance between you and your parents’ untimely deaths. Granted, he was never run in for any charge worse than public intoxication, but it was still an embarrassment. You were hoping that he would’ve given you a break for your damn birthday, though.

If he weren’t your only family, and if he weren’t really just a diamond in the rough, you would’ve thrown him out of your apartment by now. Sometimes, you thought if he could just get out of the city and see more of the world, perhaps he’d find something to motivate him to set a goal or explore a new life path.

As if, you sneered to yourself, walking up the steps of the police station. Nothing ever changes.

It was such a typical event for Joey to call you for bail that the receptionist at the front desk of the precinct nodded and mouthed your name while listening to whoever was engaging her on the phone. You were getting to know everyone at the station so well, at least one of the cops was thinking of inviting you to his daughter’s bat mitzvah.

“Hey Martha,” you sighed. “Can I go back?”

She nodded silently and pointed to the right, down a long white hallway. You walked right down, not even bothering to sign in like you should have.

You reached a second desk near a heavy, locked steel door. A familiar face, large and red, greeted you with a knowing nod.

“How much for him today, Jim?” you asked, as if you were asking for a cut of beef instead of your brother’s freedom.

“For both of ‘em...two-hundred.”

“Both?” you asked. “I’m sorry?”

“Joey said you’d spot his new pal, Naked Jake,” said the cop, shrugging casually.

“Oh come on, Jim, it’s my birthday, can’t you cut me a deal? I didn’t ask for--”

“--sorry, judge sets bail,” he said harshly.

“Well, I’ll pay his, but as for his mooch friend, he can rot,” you said angrily, digging into your wallet and throwing down a hundred dollar bill. “Not sure where he got the idea that I’m made of money, anyway.”

“Very well,” Jim mumbled, prodding a large red button with his index finger. After a loud buzz that made your brain vibrate, the heavy iron door behind Jim opened, letting you through. As you went through the doorway, he called down over your shoulder: “Hey Curly, Y/N’s back, but just for the one!”

Another guard further down the long hallway of barred cells and heavy doors shouted back in affirmation, “Thanks! Hey, Y/N, they’re down here!”

Your feet walked in tempo to the bitter, annoyed rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ you were sarcastically humming as you approached the cell.

Joey was sitting with his legs folded and back straight against the wall. Next to him, his lap covered with Joey’s jacket and a fluffy pink throw across his shoulders as if it did something to keep him from being affected by the chilly air in the room. He was otherwise naked, and was instantly recognizable to you.

“Whu…what the hell?” was all you were able to say, your eyes glued to the naked stranger next to you. “Is that….no…Joey, explain!” you continued babbling. “What is Tom-fucking!-Hiddleston doing in a jail cell in Syracuse New York with my dingus brother? IN THE BUFF??”

“Who?” asked the naked man.

Joey shrugged and mouthed rather indiscreetly, “He’s tweaking.”

You were a naturally jittery person, and the building anxiety about seeing your jailbird brother being chummy with one of the most dignified, prolific actors on the planet was already making you confused and flustered (as well as sweaty). “WHAT? I…Joey…”

“He, uh…” Joey got up and met you at the bars for more privacy. “He thinks he’s actually Loki, and he seems really torn up about it.”

“Where did you find him?” you asked. “Was he just waltzing around Armory Square reciting a Hamlet monologue? Or..?”

“He was here when I got brought in.”

You leaned to the side to get a better look at the guy. Strange, his hair was dyed and styled in the way he typically wore it when he played the role, but nothing indicated any Loki-centric projects were in production at the moment (you knew, you kept up). “He’s not…dangerous, is he?”

“Sis, think about it,” Joey reasoned, “He’s HOW famous? He does something weird, it’s all over Page Six in the morning, right?”

“...yes? And your point?” You blinked, twisting your lip with skepticism.

Joey made an impatient gesture with his palm. “So, maybe we rescue him and get some kind of compensation and finally pay off all our debts--”

“Compensation?!”

The strange naked man hopped to his feet, ignoring that the jacket and blanket fell to the floor. You jumped back reflexively as he stumbled forward at the bars, Even Joey had to scramble aside. “I can offer you anything if you help me get back. Anything!” He sounded desperate.

“N….no…” you said, still nervous.

“Sis! C’mon!”

“Miss--”

“--Y/N--”

“Miss Y/N, I promise you, I really am who I say I am, and once I can offer you proof, I shall,” he said, trying somewhat successfully to lower his voice into a calmer one. “If you can get me back to the TVA, I can reward you handsomely.”

“What’s that?”

“Time Variance Authority,” the naked prisoner explained to you, though it all came across as gibberish. “I think I’ve been separated from my friends in a time of dire crisis. The Timelines are fraying!”

You looked at Joey and raised an eyebrow, and he responded with an identical gesture (it was the ‘family brow’, you and your brother could speak volumes with your eye expressions alone).

“Sure they are, Captain Amnesiac,” you quipped. “Joey, I’m not spending my last hundred on this looney toon no matter how famous he is.”

“Look,” Loki managed to grab your hand through the bars. It was surprisingly warm, or perhaps his natural body heat only stood out in contrast to the cool air around you. For whatever reason, you felt your shivering skin still. Your heart slowed. Was he casting some spell on you? Or were you just flattered that such a famous, rich actor would be so bold as to touch your commoner’s flesh?

It was his eyes more than anything that spoke the truth to you. They were both desperately pleading and hopeful, large and blue. They were a bit bigger than all of the photos and films you’d seen him in, and you didn’t quite expect his jaw to be so sharp.

There was something else about the man that was more humble than you’d expect from Tom Hiddleston or anyone in his class. The actor was dapper, polished and refined from decades in the business. You knew this without ever meeting the man; his poise was always evident in every interview he gave. Meanwhile, the man before you had been through some real shit in recent days…perhaps even recent hours. The hair wasn’t shiny but greasy and disheveled. He needed a decent meal and a twelve-hour deep sleep. He needed clothes. He needed a hug.

And suddenly, light a bolt out of the blue, you believed him.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” you asked quietly. “Until we figure out what your deal is?”

He looked at you hopefully. “No, but I won’t be any trouble if you’d give me somewhere tonight while I figure out what to do, please!”

You rolled your eyes at Joey. “Oh yeah, no trouble at all. That’s so Loki!” you snarked, pulling your hand carefully out of Loki’s grip.

“Yes, it IS Loki! I swear it,” said the prisoner. “Why do you doubt me?”

“I…uh…oh god, he’s so far gone, Joey!” you couldn’t help but remark.

“I know, but mind if we hurry it up? I’m late for work,” he answered.

“LATE FOR WORK?” you suddenly barked, causing even Loki to jump, startled. “What do you mean late for work??” It’s ten at night! What were you doing three hours before work that got you in here?!”

“Fighting.”

You looked horrified. Loki looked almost amused in spite of the circumstances.

“Where the hell were you fighting?!” you asked, taking on a maternal tone as you scolded your baby brother.

Joey looked down and shuffled his foot with exaggerated sheepishness. “...at work.”

The rain was only coming down harder as the three of you left the station twenty minutes later, after Joey and Loki signed their release forms. Half the precinct had been invited in to witness what, to them, looked like a very famous man wearing holey castoffs from the station’s lost and found bin, signing a release form after being booked for public intoxication.

You opened your umbrella just as a cab pulled up in front of the precinct’s stoop. “That’s my ride, sis!”

“Joey, I’m kicking your ass when you get home,” you warned.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Maybe our new friend can do it for you,” he whispered mockingly in your ear. “He’s kinda hot, you know…”

“Joey!” You giggled and stepped back, glad for the small bit of tension-relief before Joey took off for his bartending shift. One thing you promised one another after your parents died was that you would never go your separate ways angry, even if one of you was only going to the mailbox.

You waited until Joey drove off in the taxi before firmly grasping Loki’s arm. “Alright, it’s a bit of a hike back to our place. Can you at least walk in a straight line?”

“I assure you, Miss, I’m not drunk,” Loki said slowly, looking you in the eyes again without blinking, as if he could drill the skepticism out of you if he stared hard enough.

Joey was right. The stranger was handsome. He looked disheveled and silly, not an ounce of dignity on his person in that moment. Even so, the wear and tear of his life before now added a layer of something to his countenance you couldn’t put your finger on. You were always a girl attracted to experienced men.

Back off, girl, you told yourself. If he’s really Tom Hiddleston, he’s not available. That was the way of it, though. No one that well turned out had the right to be single.

“Let’s just go before we drown out here,” you said, bitter and tired, wishing you could just go to sleep and forget the miserable birthday you’d just had.

Loki was much taller than you, so he took the umbrella while you pushed the pedestrian walkway button on the corner. Unfortunately, as you walked out of the downtown area, the rain only got heavier.

You and your brother lived in Little Italy on the north side, above a small pizza shop that always reeked of greasy pepperoni and whatever else was left under the heat lamps for too long. Even in the dead of night, the red ambience of neglected neon signs from the windows downstairs leaked up into your bedroom. It was a twenty-minute walk from the precinct on a sunny summer afternoon. By the time you and Loki made it to the back entrance of the apartment, it was nearly 11:30pm.

“You live inside of a restaurant?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Not what you’re used to, I expect. But that's all I’ve got for you tonight.”

“Then it will do splendidly.” The rich, low baritone in his natural voice was beginning to grow on you. It was lovely and steady when it wasn’t begging you for bail money.

Both of you were both strung out and exhausted, so you kept the tour of the tiny one-bedroom flat brief, showing Loki that you had the single bedroom to yourself. Joey slept on a ratty recliner in the walk-in closet off the main room.

Your room was small and cluttered with the things you enjoyed: half-completed knitting projects, several bookcases both free-standing and mounted on the wall, figuring from your favorite action films, and sketches of different characters you admired. Underneath piles of folded-but-still-loose laundry (which you unceremoniously shoved into a corner), your futon sat, unfolded and unmade.

“It’s strange,” you said out loud, a thought occurring to you suddenly. “Maybe there is something to all this.”

Another being came to mind: one that couldn’t initially avoid the rounds of memes, press, and social media posts when he was first spotted. Granted, by all accounts he’d practically leapt on top of everyone he met when he’d arrived, but the situations seemed a little too similar to you to ignore. Perhaps it was something to bring up in the morning after Joey got home.

“What makes you say that?” asked Loki, sitting on the futon.

“You…you’re not the first man to claim he’s a fictional character who came to life in recent weeks, you know,” you said.

Loki went oddly pale (which was saying much, considering how pallid he always was). “Oh?”

“A crazy guy in London says he’s…you know what?” you stopped short, observing just how worn out your new charge appeared. If he was truly who he said he was, perhaps this news would be too much for him at present. “Never mind. I can explain it more in the morning. You don’t seem up for it right now.”

“But--”

You leaned down, taking a risk in lightly laying your index finger over his moving lips, stilling them with a “shh! I mean it. I’m only letting you stay here if you can behave, ok?”

“Are you scolding me like a boy?” Loki asked, sitting up straight and knitting his brows, taking a defensive position.

You looked away, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I get like that sometimes. I had to grow up kind of young.”

He relaxed. “Oh?”

Nodding, you indicated around you. “Our parents owned this building, and the shop downstairs. They were killed in a plane crash. Joey and I survived it. I was fifteen and he was eleven.”

Loki bit his lip. “I’m sorry,” he said weakly.

“Our aunt owned it for a bit, but she sold it before retiring,” you continued to exposit. “Luckily, she was smart and had it in the lease agreement that whoever takes ownership of the restaurant had to let us stay in this apartment at a fixed rent.”

“How wise of her,” said Loki with a touch of pity.

“Yeah, but even fixed rent is rent to be paid, y’know?” you sighed, looking around you at your tiny room. “Anyway, let’s not worry about it now. I want to see what you’re like after you’ve slept a bit.”

“There’s no time,” he growled in protest. “Reality is collapsing!”’

“Well, if it does, at least I won’t have work tomorrow,” you chuckled, forcing the first smile out of Loki that you’d seen. Even his teeth seemed a little too perfect for a human’s mouth.

Meanwhile, there was something to your own jokes and openness to sharing your story that brought his guard down piece by piece. You had a similar cadence to Mobius, only perhaps a bit more dynamic. You carried yourself similarly, painted your words with the same sarcasm. Yet you also carried an extra layer of matronly authority that didn’t quite suit your youthful years. Loki would never admit that he was slightly aroused when you’d shushed him with your finger just now. Now was not the time for that nonsense anyway.

“Now, go to bed if you can,” you said, getting up. “I don’t have work until two tomorrow, so I should be here. If I’m not, Joey will be.”

Loki leaned back against the pillow, finally beginning to relax in your presence. “May I ask what your occupation is? Out of curiosity?”

You smiled. What an inane question, given the scenario you found yourselves in. “I work in a bookstore, up at a small locally-owned place in Liverpool. That’s the village at the north end of the lake.”

He smiled a little wider. You felt warmer. “Somehow, though we’ve just met, I feel that suits you perfectly.”

You shifted your stance awkwardly. “I guess it does. Or, at least it has for the past five years. Goodnight, um….Loki.” Saying the name felt like an admission of belief, and it made you feel weird to say it.

For his part, Loki was finally settling in and accepting the situation at hand, and that nothing could be done about it before morning. “Pleasant dreams, Y/N…and thank you.”

“No problem.”

You turned out the lamp by the door. Before leaving the room, you quickly thought of something. On your way out, as you walked by your bookcase, you quickly swiped a ten-inch figurine of Loki in full battle armor, poised to strike with scepter in hand, off the top shelf, praying that he didn’t notice it as you quickly shut the door behind you.

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losfacedevil · 2 months

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It’ll Be Okay // CW JTK

a/n~ Sometimes Careless Whispers Jake comes out to play when you least expect him to.

18+ MINORS DNI: Heavy petting, lots of kissing, intercourse (p in v)

Serenia was beside herself, her world slowly coming crashing down around her as the days flew by. It had been months since Jakes initial infidelity, and all of the work they had put in seemed like it had been for naught after the previous night. A call from a local Sheriff had her in tears as listened to the laws Jake had broken, knowing full well if she let him sit there all night he’d be tossed into jail the following morning.

She had fought tooth and nail with herself. Let him sit there, stew in what he’s done. Bail him out, he’s been through enough. He won’t learn his lesson if you run to his aid like always. He might do something terrible if you don’t go get him. Ultimately stuffing her feet into her crocs and taking off in the dead of the night to get to him as fast as she could.

Watching him walk from the interrogation room to where she stood was hard. He was broken, in so many ways. Hair disheveled, the smell of booze clinging to him, and tear stained cheeks with the big red rimmed coffee brown eyes to match. She wanted to be stern with him, yell at him for being so stupid and getting his car towed - something he promised her he wouldn’t ever do. But the moment he opened his mouth and his voice began to crack, her heart shattered in her chest.

“I… I know I need to fix a lot of things. I know I keep fucking up and I know I have to work on that. But I… I’m sorry that I keep hurting you and I… understand if you want to drop me at my moms and call it. Josh can get my things tomorrow if he has to.”

Shaking her head, she rid her mind of the memory - the frown that was etched into his face too much for her heart to bare. Serenia turned her attention to Jake who sat quietly on the couch, his nose buried in his most recent read - anything to occupy his mind. She pushed herself to stand and slowly made her way over to where he sat, leaning her elbows on the back of the couch and slotted her chin over his shoulder.

“Whatcha reading?” Jakes hand visibly tensed against the page he was holding, and he swallowed thickly as he willed himself to relax. She watched as his chest rose to its limit and slowly fell, a deep and steady breath entering and leaving his lungs as he pulled himself together. Slipping the bookmark he held between the pages, he slowly closed the book and showed her the cover.

“Some book Josh thought I’d like. And before you ask, no I really don’t know how I feel about it, it’s been a struggle to really focus on.” Serenia nodded gently and pushed herself back up to her feet. She rounded the couch slowly and plucked the book out of his hand, turning at the waist to drop it onto the coffee table behind her.

Jake took another steadying breath as he locked eyes with Serenia for the first time all day, and a soft smile spread across his lips as he took on her features. She shuffled her feet softly, bumping her knees into his before she reached out - a silent request for him to lift his hands. His brows raised of their own accord and he reached up, placing his hands palm side up in front of her.

“It’s okay?” Her voice was soft as she asked and Jake nodded slightly, waiting for her to slip her hands into his. Placing a knee on either side of his hips, she slowly lowered her body into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jakes eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pressed her closer to him. Serenia leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her for the first time in months.

Jakes eyes fluttered shut and he sat as still as he could, waiting to see what her next move would be. Lifting her head slightly, she began to place a trail of soft kisses along his cheek, stopping right at the corner of his mouth. He pressed his head back into the cushion of the couch and tried to catch her gaze - her eyes always giving away what she was thinking.

“I know saying I’m sorry won’t ever be enough. I know you’re unsure of the future, at least until we see Sun. But I’ll… never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I just… I love you so much I’m scared… scared of what the future holds.” Jake kept his voice light, not wanting to make his words sound like a guilt trip. Serenia knew he was sincere in the words he spoke and was slowly beginning to become receptive to his words.

“I know you’re sorry, and you will forgive yourself for prior actions and mistakes. We live and we learn and we grow. Time heals all wounds, even the biggest ones we create where we never meant to create them. I love you, Jacob… even through it all my love for you never faltered. But I just… I need you to want to get better to want to fix what’s broken, not just with your words but your actions as well…”

Jake reached up and cupped her cheeks in his hands. Leaning forward slightly he captured her lips with his, taking her by surprise. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden feel of his lips on hers, but she quickly relaxed into him and reciprocated the kiss. Her body began to react to the feel of his skin on hers for the first time in months and she panicked, pulling back from him suddenly. Their chests both heaved as they caught their breath and their pupils were both lust blown as they kept their eyes locked on each other.

“I’m sorry… I…” Jake scrambled to find the words to explain his falter in judgement. But Serenia shook her head and reached up to place a finger against his lips; silencing him. She swallowed hard and shook her head gently before slowly removing her finger from his lips. Tilting her head slightly, she began to lean forward slowly and captured his lips with hers.

Jakes hands began to roam down the expanse of her back and his fingers slipped up under the hem of her shirt, pressing her closer to his body. Serenia slowly began to deepen the kiss, letting her tongue slip out between her lips and gently parted his. Jake sighed into the kiss and slowly ran his hands up her bare sides, letting his thumbs caress the sides of her breasts.

She broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to turn her head slightly and began to press soft kisses to his cheek. Jake began to test the waters and slowly shifted his hands forward, cupping her bare breasts in his palms and teased his thumbs over her taut nipples. Her body reacted of its own accord and she ground her hips down against his, becoming aware of his arousal.

“Make love to me, Jake, please.” She mumbled against his skin, slowly beginning to place hot, open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. Jake swallowed hard, trying to think through the cloud of arousal that danced around his mind. Serenia began to suck gently on the already sensitive skin of his neck, causing his hips to buck of their own accord.

“We don’t have to…can take it slow. I promise.” He groaned and reached up to thread his fingers through the hair at the back of her head. She shook her head the best she can and rested her cheek gently against his shoulder.

“Make love to me, please. I need you.” She mumbled against his clammy skin. Jake nodded slightly and shifted his arms so they were cradling her bottom before pushing himself to stand off the the couch. Serenia was quick to wrap her legs around his waist and secure her body to his.

“Gonna make you feel good… show you how much I love you.” Jake mumbled as he kicked the bedroom door open and made his way to the bed. Leaning forward he slowly lowered her down to the mattress and made sure she was comfortable before straightening his back into a standing position. He slowly undid the buckle on his belt, watching as she shimmied her dress up above her hips and her lacy panties came into view.

“M’gonna ruin those if you don’t lose ‘em.” He chuckled sinisterly and bent at the waist to shimmy his jeans down over the swell of his ass before kicking them off to the side. Serenia kept her eyes on Jake as he stripped his shirt up over his head and slowly pulled his boxers down his legs.

Jake kneeled on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. He leaned over her and made himself comfortable where he rested, leaning down to capture her lips with his as he slowly began to drag the tip of his dick through her slick folds. Serenia’s hands found purchase in his hair and she wrapped her fingers around the strands, effectively holding him in place against her.

He slowly reached down between their bodies and grasped himself, lining himself up with her entrance before slowly pressing forward and pushing himself into her. They both let out a hiss at the contact and a soft moan escaped Serenia as Jake bottomed out and stilled his hips.

She began to pepper kisses across the bridge of his nose, a silent plea for him to begin to move. Jake took a deep breath and slowly retracted from her until just the tip was buried inside of her before pressing back into her agonizingly slow. He kept his pace steady, savoring the moment of connection between them rather than chasing the inevitable high.

“So good to me. I’m so sorry. Love you so goddamn much.” He whispered, sweet nothings filling the spaces between passionate moans and the soft pants of breath that slipped past his nose. Serenia’s eyes remained closed as she grazed the tips of her teeth over his collarbone, a silent plea to speed up his thrusts.

Jake obliged slightly and the sound of his hips slapping against hers filled the silence around them. She began to lift her hips off of the mattress, knowing by the whimpers slipping past his nose that he was close to the edge. Her hands danced along his back and she began to scratch her nails along his skin, something she knew drove him wild.

He reached down and began to rub circles over her sensitive clit, reveling in the intensity in which she began to flutter around him, a sure tell that she was as close as he was. He slowed his hips back to the agonizingly slow pace he had originally set and turned all of his attention to her and the way her body was reacting to his thumb on her clit.

“Jake… please.” Was all she could muster as she pushed her hips up, causing him to apply more pressure to her sensitive bud. He knew by the way her nails dug even deeper into his back that she was right there and began to slam his hips into hers as she let go and covered his dick in her release.

His name was on her lips, as she unraveled around him, and he followed soon after, the most pornographic moan ripping groom his chest as he emptied himself into her. their chests heaved as they both came down from their highs and he shifted his hand upwards, gently rubbing her stomach as he slowly pulled out of her. Pushing himself to stand he walked into the en-suite and dampened a wash cloth to help her clean up.

Jake rummaged through his drawers for some comfy clothes for the both of them and helped her dress before dressing himself and laying in the bed next to her. She curled up next to him, tangling her legs with his and placed her arm over his midsection. His hand found her lower back and he began to gently rub the exposed skin of her back. He would pull his hand forward every so often to rub her stomach as well, knowing that intimacy sometimes made her uncomfortable.

“Do… do you think you’d want to… stay the night?” Jake asked, his voice holding a childlike tone to it. Serenia thought for a second before nodding her head and began to place soft kisses to his cheek once more.

“I’ll stay with you. I love you so much, Jake. I really do.” She mumbled, fighting the cloud of sleep that was looming over her. Jake pulled his head back slightly and pressed gently against her stomach, gauging her reaction before slipping his hand back to trace designs along the expanse of her back.

“We’re gonna be okay… right? We’ll get through this?” Jake questioned, pressing soft kisses to the tip of her nose. Serenia nodded her head sleepily and reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand and turned his head so she could press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“We’ll be okay soon.” She mumbled, running her thumb gently across his cheekbone. Jake let his eyes fluttered shut, the cloud of sleep looming over both of them slowly claiming them as their breathing steadied out and her hand fell from his cheek.

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ddollipop · 2 years

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YOU BRING THE DEMON OUTTA ME. . . ! — ( ARATAKI ITTO. )

#. synopsis! — itto mistakes the reader for a prostitute but gets her into bed anyhow because he's just that good. (alternatively: itto is big, dumb, and full of cum) .

#. contains! — explicitly nsfw content , doggystyle sex , cum eating/cum swallowing , missionary position , cumming on face/stomach , blowjob , oral sex , cunnilingus , soft + sweet , himbo itto , slightly experienced reader .

#. word count! — 4.0k .

Itto isn’t exactly a master of self control. He’s painfully impulsive, much to the dismay of his gang (especially poor Shinobu who’s always left to clean up his messes,) and he lacks a lot of things. . . Like tact and subtlety. And that’s glaringly on display tonight as he approaches you from across the beach, chest comically puffed out. If he weren’t so attractive, you likely would have had a hard time taking him seriously the moment he switched his weight from one muscular leg to the other, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“How much?” He asks, attempting to sound sauve, but failing to recognize that his voice is all but quivering under the weight of his own nerves.

You stifle a laugh. He doesn’t need to explain, —you know what he’s truly asking for, but you’re going to have to regret informing him that he’s got the wrong person for the job he’s looking to have done tonight. Though you must admit, his inability to be discreet is quite cute.

“One thousand five hundred Mora,” you answer.

As expected, a look of shock crosses his face; eyes widening as if he’d just seen a ghost somewhere off in the distance behind you. You manage to bite back an amused smile.

“O-Only one thousand five hundred?” He parrots, “—for the whole night?”

He’s making it unbelievably difficult to hold yourself together and keep from bursting into laughter.

“For the whole night,” you nod in confirmation. “The price never changes.”

Itto’s relieved to hear that for a moment. It’s one thing to gather funds from his gang members as a way to throw parties or host fun events, but to snatch money away from them to pay for a night of trick turning. . . That’s less acceptable, and even he (in all his social ineptness) knows that. This was an unexpected expense, though. Normally, Itto is okay with taking care of his more personal needs all by himself; no help necessary. His hand does the job fine, if he does say so himself. But tonight, it’s just not cutting it. He’s tried: but masturbation isn’t working well enough, and he’s craving the touch of a sweet young woman. Specifically you.

Truth be told, he’s been eyeing you down like fresh prey up for the taking since he first spotted you chatting it up with a few other women just before sundown. You suspect that’s why he assumed you were selling a bit more than the sweet drinks on your wheel adorned cart, because you often make conversation with the working women of the area. Though your friends were undoubtedly lovely, there was something Itto found to be magnetizing about you in particular. He hasn’t been very good at hiding it either, much to the dismay of Shinobu, who really doesn’t want to have to bail him out of jail tonight if he shoots his shot and you find yourself at odds with it. He definitely knows how to take no for an answer, but Itto sucks at reading social cues, and this is a particularly precarious situation. . .

Thankfully, you’re more amused (and maybe a bit endeared) by him than anything else.

“I should have,” he pauses, stuffing his large hands into the pockets of his baggy pants, “enough. . .”

Itto pulls out a handful of golden coins and a few wrappers, presumably from some sort of candy, and places them in the open palm of your hand. It’s probably a little less than what it should be, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that. Instead, you stuff the coins into your collection jar and make a mental note to remove the wrappers later on.

“Here you go,” you say, handing him a bottle of dango milk.

He takes it, and though the size is quite big, it looks like a child’s toy in his large hand. There’s something sweet about the cute, bow adorned bottle being held against the flat of his palm, but you say nothing of it.

“Uh. . .” he says, gaze flickering between your pretty face and the drink in his hand, “thank you?”

You mimic his earlier movements, leaning around the cart to whisper in his ear.

“I’m not selling what you’re looking for,” you tell him, a snicker itching on the tip of your tongue.

Though your words aren’t really what he was hoping to hear from you, the way your warm breath ghosts against the shell of his ear sends a pulse straight to his cock. He can feel another hard-on coming, shifting his weight uncomfortably again. The friction sends another jolt to his groin, and he immediately regrets having moved at all.

“H-Huh?” He questions, a little squeak catching the end of it.

You raise a hand in front of his face, snatching the attention of his gaze before pointing down to the sign plastered on the front of your cart.

“I sell dango milk.”

Itto looks between the sign, your face, and the drink in his hand multiple times over and in that exact order. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, and you can hear him swallow roughly. He’s not sure what to do or say now.

“Still. . .” you drag the word out a bit, pausing just to see if he squirms a little (and he does.)

“It’s almost closing time anyway. So maybe if you ask nicely, I might be able to help you with your. . . Other needs.”

Come on, who can blame you? Itto might have a bad reputation around these parts, but isn’t that just part of the fun? Part of the thrill? It’s just in human nature to be a little self-destructive every once in a while. Not that this man really seems to be all that bad in the first place. You’re definitely beginning to chalk those rumors up to just that, because (from what you’ve seen thus far) Itto just appears to be a little misunderstood.

Sure, he’s been painfully obvious about wanting to fuck your brains out, —but isn’t that also part of the fun sometimes?

From what you’ve gathered, Itto is mostly harmless. You think mostly because you haven’t quite gotten him into bed yet, and for all you know, he’s a biter or something. . . Not that you’d mind that too much. In fact, you have a sneaking suspicion you might like it.

He’s all but lost in a daze as you ask a familiar face to close up for you and take the cart elsewhere. It’s an easy matter to settle, and you feel secure in the wake of it. Secure enough to go off and get a small room on the first floor of an otherwise unoccupied motel. Its decor is definitely based on Mondstadt, and the room itself seems to follow the same style, which you can only assume is the reason they don’t get as much business as they could. After all, this is Inazuma, and it would likely serve their business much better to decorate accordingly.

You quickly push that to the back of your mind. It’s unimportant now that Itto is standing just behind you, lips pursed into a tight, thin line. Though you don’t know him very well, you suspect that it’s unusual for him to be this quiet for so long, and you shimmy the jacket off your body and toss it onto the edge of the bed before turning to him completely and seeking to calm the storm inside him.

“There’s no need to be so tense,” you assure him, reaching out to smooth your palms over the expanse of his shoulders.

He tenses a little further under your touch, but relaxes just as quickly when he realizes just how gentle you’re being with him. For now, he likes that. It gets tiring always being seen as some sort of evil villain hellbent on wreaking havoc everywhere you go, and for whatever it’s worth, Itto likes to be treated with kid gloves every now and again.

“I don’t bite,” you continue on, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes to whisper properly in his ear. “Unless you tell me to.”

Fuck does he want you to. He’s growing restless, and though anxiety still thrums through every feeble vein in his muscular body, he needs you. It’s impossible to ignore the ache that continues to grow in his groin, and it’s making his mind go foggy.

He’s thankful when you take charge and match your hand to the curve of his neck, pulling him down a bit to comfortably capture his lips in a shaky kiss. It takes a moment for Itto react, but when he does, it nearly sweeps you off your feet. He’s out of sync with your movements, but you pause for a second to match him instead as his large hand travels to the small of your back, offering you a steadying force. His lips taste faintly of sweet dango milk, —the one he’s taken no more than a few sips of since you handed it to him originally, and you haven’t a clue where it is now.

Not that it matters.

You allow your hands to explore his body, skin burning against the pads of your fingertips. His breath hitches just a little when your nails trail along his abdomen, feeling every dip and divot to be found there. Itto groans into your mouth the moment your hand reaches the outline of his cock, attempting to gauge the length and girth. Even clothed you can tell he’s packing. It’s definitely nothing to sneeze at, and you worry for a moment if you’ll be able to take him now that you’ve gotten this far.

He breaks away from the sloppy kisses a little breathless now, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you please just. . .” he trails off, stepping back a few inches to rest his weary body against the motel wall.

You oblige. Even if you can’t force him down your throat until he can feel every muscle contract, you doubt he’s going to care too much. At this point, he seems like he’d take just about anything; mouth, hand, or otherwise. It also stands to reason that Itto is a pretty sweet guy just looking to get himself off, and you don’t have any qualms about being the ones to help him with that.

When his pants drop down to pool at his ankles in a rippling mess of fabric, you’re left staring at a big, fat cock with a blazingly red tip. Pre-cum has alreeady gathered in the long, deep slit, seeping out in little beads of transparent off-white. The veins of his member are prominent, protruding especially along the bottom and begging to be suckled at. What feels like mere seconds of silent admiration to you feels like eons to the aching man above you, and you get the hint when he places one of his hands along the crown of your head and you look up at him with semi-doed eyes, only to find that Itto has desperation written all over his face.

After offering a few kitten-licks to the reddened tip and feeling his fingers curl into the strands of your hair ever so gently, you tilt his cock up and give him a few loose-gripped pumps as you run your tongue along those veins. They were practically crying out for attention, and you are more than willing to give them exactly what they deserve. Itto sighs above you, head resting against the wall as his eyelids come together in bliss. You know so little about him, and yet it’s as if you know all the ways to get him off and push him over the edge.

Gathering saliva into your mouth, you spit onto his length and spread it down, lubricating him to the best of your ability. It’s a lot of area to cover, and you’re no magician when it comes to saliva production.

You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out and ignoring the dull ache that’s already begun setting into your jaw. He tastes salty and bitter, but it’s nothing unpleasant, and whatever your mouth can’t manage to reach, you’re taking care of with your hands. Itto is already a mess, broken moans falling from starved lips. This is all he’d been thinking about since he saw you on the beach, but to think he’d actually have it, —have you here on your knees before him, sucking him off and catering to his every whim. . . Ah.

He can’t imagine what he’s done to deserve you. He even thinks to himself that all those nights he spent locked up were simply stepping stones to this moment; and if this is Celestia’s way of apologizing to him, then consider every horrid run-in with Kujo Sara atoned for.

It doesn’t take much to send him over the edge. Having been hard from the start, the initial process was kickstarted, which made your job that much easier. Itto can’t really find the words to warn you when he’s about to shoot a load straight down your throat, but you pick up on the signs easily enough for that to be the warning in itself. You pull off just before he spurts cum down your jugular, taking your hand away to let him replace it with his own. Itto takes his own cock into his hands, grip tight as hell. Your wet tongue slides out of your mouth, ready for the deposit of seed.

His shaky hands aren’t the best for aiming, and more of it ends up on your cheek than it does in your mouth, but you scrape your fingers through the semen and lick it off easily enough. He might as well be ready to bust again the moment you swallow his seed down.

Now, it appears that you’ve unlocked something dangerously exciting. That inner beast inside Itto that you suspected was there is beginning to bear its fangs, and you’re more than ready to be a willing victim to its every wish and whim. The heat between your legs is tingling with desire, and though you’ve yet to touch yourself, you’re pretty certain all that mouth-work on Itto’s dick left you dripping.

“Lemme say a proper thank you,” he says, slurring his words a little as if just cumming on your tongue alone has already gotten him intoxicated.

Like the gentleman you largely expect he is, Itto helps you to your feet and helps you take your clothes off, although that last part was likely just as much for him as it was for you. His gaze rakes your body over, all but leaves him quivering with anticipation to touch, tease, and taste. He wastes no time in positioning you on the bed, being sure to spread your legs open before backing off to snatch the rest of his clothes from his body. There’s a mess of random fabrics and jewelry on the motel floor; but it is what it is for now, and the cleanup will have to wait until all of this ends.

Or until morning, if you decide it’d be okay to sleep next to Itto for the night.

As expected, the motel bed is pretty cheap and it creaks with even the slightest bit of movement. That might have irritated you under any other circumstances, but it feels so far away as your hands travel over your body, one stopping to fiddle with your perked up nipple, and the other teasing at your clit as you watch Itto undress himself completely.

He practically shoos your hand away when he makes his way over to the bed, itching to drink you in. His black, pointed nails dig into either of your thighs as he situates himself between them, eyeing the way light glimmers off your glistening folds. Your hands are in his hair, curving around the horns that protrude from his scalp as you take fistfuls in between your fingers, pulling just hard enough to make him hum, before his mouth has even attached itself to your clit. You’re a little embarrassed by the gasp that escapes you the moment he lets a drooling line of spit trickle from his mouth to your slit. It’s so hot that your insides clench inadvertently, and he loves the little twitch that’s visible from the outside.

A soft whine passes your lips as the flat of Itto’s tongue slides against you, splitting you open only to be swallowed in turn by your plush, burning lips. He laps all around, tongue darting inside and pulling up to prod at your swollen clit. A part of you wonders if you’ve ever felt this sensitive before, —or maybe it’s just that he’s so focused on giving you pleasure instead of rushing through the motions to get inside you that you’re able to get lost in every deliberate flick of his tongue.

“T-That’s so good,” you stammer, rolling your hips off the bed just a bit in hopes of matching the rhythm of his tongue.

In return, Itto presses you further into the mattress, splitting your thighs apart even more. His nails carve into your skin, but the pain feels more like pleasure now that you’re drowning in his presence. Whatever he’s doing, it’s working like a fucking charm. He’s got you choking on moans, writhing as best you can now with him pinning your legs down like this.

Itto thinks you taste like paradise, —like pure bliss in human form. You’re everything he’d been craving since dawn and more.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, managing to get the words out (although they were so rushed and airy that he hardly understood you.)

He responds by removing the hand from your right thigh, rubbing at your clit fast and hard with the pad of his middle finger as his tongue continues to lap at the lower half of your heat. You throw your head back, muscles clenching in unusion just to release the tension all at once. Itto eats you through the high, swilling your pussy out.

Exemplifying those gentlemanly qualities of his, he waits for your breathing to catch up with you before he makes any other sudden moves. He was already hard again halfway through the meal he’d made of you. You’re glistening more now with a mixture of his spit and your own arousal, and he has to keep himself from pushing his tongue back in for another round.

“C’mere,” he says eventually, guiding your lips to his own.

His lips taste more of you now than they do of dango milk. . .

He positions you so smoothly that it hardly registers what exactly he’s doing. On your knees, elbows keeping your tits from pressing to the bedsheets, ass hiked into the air, giving Itto ample access to your core. As he spits into the palm of his own hand, lathering himself up and guiding the tip of his cock to you, he smooths his free hand down the length of your spine. Tension you didn’t realize you were holding releases with his touch.

Itto is surprisingly gentle, pausing to let you adjust to his size more than once. Though his body is crying out for fast, rough movements, he knows that’ll have to wait a while longer if he’s to keep you at the forefront of his mind. This will be that much better if he knows you’re enjoying it just as much as he is, so he waits, and it’s no sweat off his back to do so.

He sighs in relief when he bottoms out inside you, your plush walls suckling on him like the open seas lapping at the shore. His balls are pressed against your swollen clit from this angle, and he smooths that hand back up your spine: slowly, deliberately, sweetly. Even when he moves for the first time, it’s nothing if not considerate and attentive to your every micro-movement.

Though his body is still begging him to fuck you silly and leave you sobbing into the sheets, he doesn’t know that he has the energy to keep that kind of tempo going for long. He goes faster, harder, nails digging into the flesh of your ass instead of your thighs now, —but he’s sure to keep you in mind all the while. Words are hard to form when someone as big as him is buried in your snatch, but noises of pleasure resonate from your drool-covered lips and form a chaotic melody when they intertwine with the creaking bed and Itto’s frequent groans and grunts.

He loves the way your walls seem to pulsate around him, and Itto thinks to himself that if it were a more practical endeavor, he might just stay here just like this with you forever.

It doesn’t take much for your upper body to collapse onto the bed, unable to keep steady any longer. Your fingers curl around the sheets when he ups his pace again, slamming into you quite a bit harder than before, his fingernails forming indents in the skin of your ass.

Leaning down, Itto peppers kisses along the plane of your shoulders, slowing himself for just a moment to grind his hips against you. Tingles of immense pleasure ripple from your well-fucked pussy to the tippy-top of your shivering, naked spine.

“Please,” you manage, finally finding the clarity to form words from the mess of haze and fog over your brain, “fucking please.”

“Turn over,” Itto returns, and although his wording could have easily been mistaken for a demand, his tone comes across as more of a desperate beg than anything else.

“I wanna see your eyes roll back when you cum.”

It’s not that this view was unenjoyable. Much to the contrary, Itto had a damn good time watching the fat of your ass jiggle and ripple with every inward thrust, —and he liked watching your muscles move under your skin. But if he may make just one more request for the night before he slips out through the door half-naked, he just really wants to see your face when you cum all over his cock.

You do as asked, insides aching from the emptiness when you move away from him to reposition yourself. Thankfully, he seems to be on the same page and as soon as the opportunity arises, he’s speared himself into you once more. His thrusts are deeper now, feeling like they’re touching every inch of you from the inside out. From this angle, he watches as you bite down on your own arm to muffle your moans, and you admire the markings on his body through half-lidded eyes heavy with pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna—”

Your words are cut off by a particularly delicious thrust, Itto slamming directly into the sweetest spot he could possibly hit. You’re left panting and reeling from the suddenness, an orgasm tingling so close just under the surface of your skin.

No more than a minute later, you’re sputtering something that sounds like fuck again and again as your eyes roll back (just the way Itto wanted.) You’re practically seeing stars along your vision, chest heaving and mind fogging over again as he pulls himself out and jerks himself off until he releases all over your lower stomach.

It’s warm and sticky, and now the room smells of sweat and sex, but there’s a grin on your lips that you can’t seem to wipe off.

“I. . .” Itto pants a little, “—I’ll leave whenever you want.”

You blink, staring at him like he’s crazy. If he’d phrased it any other way, you might well have been a bit offended, but the decision was yours, assumedly. The ball was in your court. If anything, he seems dejected. . . Like he’d never truly been shown enough kindness to accept that he might well deserve it from everyone.

“You don’t have to go,” you reply softly.

He seems surprised, but doesn’t appear to want to object. Maybe he’d been waiting to hear that all along.

“I can stay?” Itto questions.

There’s a glimmer of hope behind his eyes now. Any worries you had about spending the night with him have gone entirely out the window, and all you want to do now is wrap yourself around him, feel the stick of his skin against yours for the night, and drift off to sleep in his embrace.

“Yeah,” you nod, speaking gently. “You can stay.”

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