#( * answered. ⟩ ❛ got anymore of that wild in ya? ❜ )

[cryptidsdad]

Angel with slitted reptilian eyes and streaks of black and green scales creeping down from his hairline to replace human skin."Do I scare you?"

It would be a lie if Robert tried to play off the startled response as anything but that. The shock of not only the appearance change but the shock of the more reptilian features. It wasn't something that he was going to try and play off.

Had it been any other situation and setting? His fight instinct might have taken over for that first half of a second. Thank god it didn't.

But, unsurprisingly, the curiosity got the best of him.

"Do you scare me?" The question echoed despite distracted tone to his voice. A hand came up to gently brush against the scales streaking across the other man's. Dark eyes tracing over Angel's face — Committing to memory and trying to notice every little detail. The way that the black and green scales blended together, the shade of the slitted eyes, and the texture of the scales. "You do look a little freaky right now." It wasn't a direct answer to the question but coming from Robert? It had to be considered pretty high regard... The shift in his tone made it pretty obvious that he wasn't exactly scared in that moment.

His hand dropped down to Angel's jaw, thumb gently pressing at the skin above the corner of his lips. "Do you have fangs, too?"

#vullcanica #( * answered. ⟩ ❛ got anymore of that wild in ya? ❜ ) #i had such a specific idea in my head of how to respond to this #but nothing i wrote fit it </3 but still .... robert is being 👁👄👁 #he is v interested if angel has fangies though tbh

[sutorus]

OFF TO THE RACES

DESCRIPTION: toji takes you to bet on one of his races.

PAIRING: toji x reader

WC: 1.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, afab terms, age gap, implied free use, heavy implied dubcon, in public, fingering (f! receiving), come eating (f!), crying, pet names (babydoll, honey, s!ut), heavy objectification 

A/N: yes i grew up on ldr i love my (((strictly fictional))) old men sue me!

“you better start praying number four catches up soon, babydoll,” he whispers into your ear, snaking a hand around your waist. 

a chill runs down your spine and your body rattles violently in response. 

he had told you to dress up today. 

how naive you were, thinking he’d just said that because it was a nice date, because the type of people that enjoy horse races don’t usually wear flip flops or show their midriffs. 

if only you had known.

you’re trying to hide it, but you’re nervous.

you can’t help it, constantly sneaking sideway glances at the two imposing men who have been staring at you this entire time. 

it would be an unbelievable situation, if it wasn’t toji. not for the first time, you wonder why you ever got involved with him. 

the lip scar should’ve been enough of a warning. the intentionally vague answer he gave about his job should’ve been enough, the decades — plural — that separated you two should’ve been enough. 

but he was a smooth talker. and he was good looking. and he made you feel safe, mostly because, well… who could be more dangerous than him? 

that feeling has never been more prevalent to you than it is right now. 

toji’s gaze follows yours, his fingertips sneaking under your skirt just barely. 

“don’t look so spooked,” he instructs, and you swallow around the lump in your throat. toji laughs low, letting his head loll sideways on top of yours. “you scared of dick or somethin’?”

you hate this. you hate this so much. you hate the way your body’s responding to it the most. 

the heat in your gut spreads all the way up to your cheeks, and you stop yourself from soothing your burning face with the back of your hands. 

he’d told you not to draw too much attention. not to make any sudden movements. you thought it was because — you thought, you thought, you thought. but you were wrong. 

you can’t decide if you can even blame yourself for that. 

you knew toji was running out of money. you knew he was involved with some shady people. 

but when in your wildest dreams could you have imagined he was planning on using you as a betting chip?

the disapproving click of his tongue pulls you from your thoughts, and your eyes lock dreadfully on horse number four. 

it’s falling behind, number six stealing third place from it. 

the heat inside you spreads further. 

“if it’s any consolation,” toji says, conversationally. “i don’t think they’ll be too mean to ya.”

it reminds you of a nature documentary you watched, once. the gazelle, trying to act nonchalant, looking for an escape route, when faced with a pride of lions. a dangerous dance. and everybody knows who’s got the upper hand, there. 

“not meaner than i am, at least,” he adds. 

your shut your eyes tightly. 

you haven’t even dared to look at them properly, at toji’s sponsors or loan sharks or whatever the hell they are. 

you want to scream at him, at how embarrassing it is that they’re younger than him and richer than him, having fun at both of your expenses. 

you realize suddenly that they’re not even here to watch the race. this place probably doesn't entertain them anymore, more of a chore than anything else.

they’re here to watch you, sweating and fidgeting on your seat with the knowledge that your body was theirs if the damn horse didn’t win. 

a one in eight change. 

god, you hoped it was toji’s lucky day. 

you catch a glimpse of a wild, tall figure to the left of you, swaying in gleeful laughter as the horse falls to fifth place.  

“let’s go home,” you grip the hand that’s resting on your leg in a last ditch effort. 

it’s useless, of course.

toji’s jaw is tensed, every muscle tight in anger. 

he doesn’t want this, either. he doesn’t like sharing you. 

but then again, he doesn’t really care about you, does he? cares more about his money, at least. 

your breathing starts to pick up, legs shaking in anticipation. in a way, you just want this to be over. 

you’re so caught up in your dread that you don’t even notice toji’s fingers crawling up your thigh until his knuckles are grazing your clothed pussy. 

your body immediately seizes up, your straightened spine glued to the back of your chair.

he gives a low, mean chuckle when he feels how wet you are. 

toji rubs you there almost soothingly, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. 

your fists are clenched tightly on your lap, legs squeezing together in an attempt to — what? you don’t know. 

stop him? encourage him? it doesn’t feel like it matters anymore. 

toji shifts in his seat to face you, slipping the pads of his fingers into your panties. you huff, only able to watch the movement of his hand underneath your skirt. 

he rubs lazy circles on your clit, eyes on your face and showing no emotion at all.

no remorse at all. 

it feels good. it feels good and you hate that it does, that it feels good with him, that he can get you like this anytime, anywhere. 

you bite down on your bottom lip when two fingers slide down, just teasing your entrance, gliding over your pussy. 

your chest burns from the inside out with uneven breaths, and defeatedly, willingly, you spread your legs just a little bit. 

you’re not watching the race anymore and you think that’s for the better. you focus only on toji’s veiny forearms as the muscles there work over and over with every stroke of his fingers. 

someone clears their throat loudly and your legs kick out in shock. 

an initial wave of panic washes over you but then you’re glad.

surely getting caught fingering your girlfriend at a horse race would get you kicked out, right? and then the deal is over, right? and then you won’t have to—

before you can even vocalize your thoughts, toji’s rolling his eyes and, with a sigh, settling back on his seat to face the race. 

but his fingers don’t leave you. 

no, he continues pumping them lazily in and out of you, thumb pressing down on your clit and rubbing little circles. 

and that’s when you realize the sound had come from the left of you. from the men. not a horrified gasp, a dignified warning, no.

if anything, an entitled demand that toji stops blocking their view of you. 

you wish you could cry right now.

instead, you tuck your chin into your chest as toji speeds up his movements, going a little faster, a little meaner. you swallow your wails, thighs shaking.

those men, they don’t look like they kill. they probably get other people to do that for them. you haven’t gathered a lot from your stolen glances but that much you’re sure of. 

you know you’ll return home to toji. despite everything, you’ll run back to his arms, for better or for worse. 

“you likin’ this?” he’s asking, like he doesn’t know the answer. “y’like that i bet your slutty little cunt on that rank, good for nothing horse?”

you let out a sob, chest lurching. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at just the right pace, hitting just the right patches despite how hard you’re squeezing around him. 

“please…” you mewl, not sure what you’re asking for. 

his thumb is relentless on your clit, rubbing it over and over again. your hips buck on their own, wanting more, more friction, more filling, more. 

“you’ll get more soon, whore,” toji spits out like he can read your mind. there’s no point in hiding how much you’re enjoying this, being in public, being eyed hungrily like a prize, when toji knows your body so well. 

it feels almost like he’s prepping you, physically and mentally, for what’s to come, and it makes you weep harder. 

when a wave of astonished cheers break out in unison, it sounds miles away to you. all you can is the blood rushing inside your ears, toji’s huffed out breaths, the crinkle of bills being passed around from one hand to another. 

you’re slow to notice the commotion is due to horse number four miraculously catching up, coming in at number two now.

dangerously close to first place. 

it’s a rush, all at once, when toji turns your head to kiss you. 

you come undone on his fingers, right then and there, whining crazed moans into his mouth. he groans when your cunt clenches, fluttering around his fingers as the last waves of your orgasm hit you. 

if you focus hard enough, you can hear the shlick of his fingers lazily helping you ride out your high. you can’t help it but to let your head fall on his chest.

when toji pulls his fingers out of you, there are webs of slick in between them. you feel almost embarrassed, even more so when he brings them up to your mouth quickly, pushing in between your lips with ease. 

you suck efficiently to clean him up and toji hums in approval, petting your hair. 

there’s an instant where you two look in each other’s eyes and that’s all there is, your fucked out brain forgetting everything except for his touch. 

“ahh,” then a merry voice breaks you out of your trance, its owner casting a shadow over both your bodies as he stands in front of you. “i hate to ruin the moment, really, but…”

the man points his thumb over his shoulder.

the race is over.

horse number four came in at fourth place. 

how fitting. 

his partner approaches and there’s no denying it, they’re extremely attractive. individually, yes, but maybe even more so together, side by side, looking like opposites who came together due to being... likeminded.

but still. are they really going to—

“collect,” the other one says, sternly, with his hands up like he’s a good guy. “satoru. we’re just here to collect. no need to rub salt in the wound.” 

toji chuckles, but you catch the way his shoulders tense. 

“hey, a deal’s a deal. but no wounds here,” he looks at you briefly before squinting up at them. “doubt you two kids can do half the damage.”

that i can is left unsaid. you fight hard to keep the horrified look off your face. 

toji was already pimping you out to these random men, essentially. did he have to provoke them, too?

you resent the fact that the dread in the pit of your stomach isn’t big enough to push away the arousal growing next to it. 

there’s another reason why you and toji fit so well together, after all. 

the taller one — satoru — laughs, and this one’s genuine.

he reaches out tentatively, as if he were petting a stray cat, and twirls a piece of your hair around his finger. 

toji looks at him in understanding, in agreement. 

when he doesn’t react any further, satoru’s finger trails down to your lips, still glistening wet. he traces them, jutting his own out in a pout. 

“she better be worth every penny you cost us, zen’in.”

toji smirks.

you notice the other man, the one with black hair and a bun, is hard in his tailored slacks. 

you swallow down the last of your sobs.

“oh, she is," toji's hand gives your thigh a departing tap. "i might have shit taste in horses but i know how to pick my sluts."

#call me a ldr loving cherry emoji twitter bitch idc! #the title was funny and fitting #✩.tw free use #✩.tw age gap #✩.tw degradation #tw age gap #tw free use #tw degradation #✩.toji #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x reader smut #toji x reader smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x you #toji x you smut #im so beat i hope i tagged everything #this is short n not sweet at all. enjoy!

[upsidedownmvnson]

my hero | eddie munson

“Eddie,” you whisper, stolen phone held close to your face as you look around the room. He hasn’t picked up the phone and you're afraid he wont answer, but he does, he always does.

“Eddie!” you whisper again, relieved but still in fight or flight. “I’m at a party.”

“Y/N? what the hell? It’s like 3AM, Wayne was asleep…”

“Eddie listen, please. You have to help me I don’t feel real anymore.”

“You don’t feel real?” his frustration quickly dissolved, as it always did with you, and replaced with only concern. Wayne too.

“Will you help me, please?” you sounded so small. Eddie was already putting on his jacket, listening to you intently as you babbled about your fuzzy head.

“Babe, I need you to breath, okay? It’s just me and you talking, ya? Just take a breath, and tell me where to go, and I’ll come okay? I’m coming right now, just tell me where to go, baby.”

When he finally coerced enough of an answer from you, he was out the door, rushing to your aid. He was speeding down deserted streets to get to you, sick with worry. He felt like this was somehow his fault.

You guys were friends because you tutored him. At first he hated it, but he grew to like you... a lot... so he kept going, just to spend time with you. And you guys had been working together earlier when you dropped a bomb that some basketball prick had asked you out to this stupid house party - the one he was currently rescuing him from - and it had led to a small fight. Eddie didn't remember exactly what he said but it was something along of the lines of "don't come crawling to me when he doesn't call you back."

Eddie was just jealous, and he knew that. He should've just told you the truth, but instead he just got mad, defensive. He really had no right and he knew that, as far as he knew, you got paid to tutor him. Paid to be in his life.

He parked like shit and ran into the house, looking for you. He drew everyone's eyes, but he didn't care. He figured you'd be in a bedroom, since there was no one by the phone in the kitchen. His heart raced as he ran up the stairs, opening every door without hesitation.

He knocked on one door and was met with you yelling, "go away!"

Thank fuck, he thought, knocking again. "It's me, it's Eddie."

The door flew open a second later, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Eddie guided you back into the room and closed the door.

"You came," you cried, pushing your face deeper into his chest. He melted into you, wrapping his arms around your an holding you close. You were fine, you were with him. His hands soothed you, spreading warmth everywhere they touched you.

"Of course I came," Eddie said, like it was an obvious thing. "What happened?"

"Too many drinks," you mumbled, squeezing him tighter. "You were right," you cried, "he never called."

"I wasn't right," he said, quietly. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you."

"S'ok Eddie," you mumbled, you pulled back from him enough to look up at his face. He looked so soft, eyes filled with worry and care for you. Your tear stained cheeks made his chest tighten, and he wished he could take away your pain, and sadness. "He never called, or picked me up so I just came by myself," you explained, eyes welling up with more tears, making the knife in Eddie's chest spun. "And made friends with some girls and had some drinks and then, and then-" you choked on a little cry.

"Then what, sweetheart?" Eddie cupped your cheeks, brushing his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, clearing them of the wild tears, leaving flushed skin across your cheeks and nose. His hands found place on either side of your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. Every move was tender and comforting.

"Then Chance showed up with his friends and they all laughed at me," you pushed yourself back into his chest, your shoulders rising and falling with frantic crying. Eddie just held you, keeping you close and giving any comfort he can. His own eyes got hazy just from hearing your sad little whimpers.

"Will you take me home?" you mumbled, slightly muffled by his chest.

"Yeah," he said, "course, sweetheart. Let me just..." He pulled away to properly wipe all the tears off your cheeks.

You looked up at him again, and he felt his heart melt. He had a big crush on you, and he already knew that, but it had manifested by teasing you while you tried to help him with algebra. But it was different now, he still wanted to do that, but he also wanted to hold you, love you, know you. Even with tear stained cheeks and shitty guest room lighting, you still looked beautiful.

Eddie wondered what rumours would fly around the school as you led him by the hand out the front door. All eyes were on the two of you, but you didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he was surprised about how casually you connected yourself to him in front of all these people. Eddie wasn't exactly popular, but you never seemed to treat him different from anyone else.

He couldn't stop thinking all of these nice things about you as he walked towards to van.

"Thanks for coming, Eddie," you said again, as he opened the passenger door for you.

As you climbed in he said, "Anytime, babe."

You had to wonder if he knew that he was sending butterflies on a rampage in your stomach everytime he called you sweetheart, or baby. If you were honest with him, you should've stopped tutoring him months ago. You'd stopped tutoring when you got a job at the bowling alley in town, but you just didn't want to stop seeing him. So even though you weren't getting paid anymore, you kept going to the library at 3pm on Tuesday, and Thursday. That's when you would get a full hour, sometimes two, of totally uninterrupted time with Eddie.

But that was your little secret. Eddie had no idea.

"Why did he do that?" you asked once Eddie was driving. He reached over the middle to scoop up your hand, and hold it softly in his. He brushed his thumb over yours.

"Those guys are assholes," Eddie muttered, "it's not even worth thinking about."

You made a sad noise in response, looking out the window at the dingy street lights.

"Chance is an idiot," he reassured, mocking tone over his name. "I bet you a thousand bucks he regrets what he's done as soon as he sees your pretty smile at school on Monday."

You hiccuped. The memory of the many drinks you had at the party was still fresh. And your stomach swirled suddenly.

"Time for bed," you said, slumping against the seat.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get you to bed all right," he joked, winking your way. You blushed, sinking into the seat a little more. You smiled a little. "Awh, there it is. Just trying to make you smile, that's all."

The rest of the ride was mostly silent. Eddie's stereo playing something quiet. Your hands were still weaved together, and you were hesitant to remove yourself when he stopped in front of your house. He took his seatbelt off, but stayed by your side, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You could feel yourself falling into them, so you pulled your eyes away, forcing yourself to push those feelings down.

"Thank you for everything," you whispered, voice hoarse from all the sobbing. "Maybe sometime we hang out it won't be about math or me crying," you joked. When you got out of the car, Eddie followed; being the gentleman he is, he walked you to the door. You fished the keys out of your pocket.

"I'd like that," he said, no edge to voice. No smirk or grin or joke. He really would like that.

You unlocked the door, and even though you didn't want to, and he didn't want you to... you left him for the evening. Chance was long forgotten, and new feelings of appreciation brewing for Eddie. Maybe there was something there. Suddenly... it didn't seem that unrequited.

And you two continued on, but it was all different. While studying before you were very goal oriented, but now, you found yourself lulling into easy conversation with Eddie, finding the time to be sidetracked by every question he asked you. And he felt it too, you were more open to him, more welcoming to his flirtatious teasing.

Instead of meeting at the library, he tried to catch you at your locker, or leaving class, just to have those extra moments to walk with you.

Your favourite part, was that it wasn't just two scheduled days anymore. He would seek you out everyday. He'd come join you in the cafeteria, just to ask you a million questions about your book but never let you actually read it and, "ignore all the great things right in front of you."

Even when the Hellfire club looked at him with questioning looks as he sat elsewhere, he just wanted to talk to you. They never said anything about it, they couldn't ignore the genuine smile across his face every time he spoke to you.

Today, you weren't anywhere to be found after class, so he made his way over to the library.

Everytime you studied, you guys were in study room two, so Eddie headed there without much thought. When he opened the door, two random students were in there, scared by the intrusion. He mumbled out a little apology and closed the door as quickly as he opened it, a little too loud, drawing a few eyes in the library.

He found you by the desk, whisper talking to the librarian. You were talking about him.

"...and Eddie in study room two."

"The study rooms are designated for the in school tutoring program, you know that."

"What's going on?" Eddie asked, smiling at your cute little angry face as you huffed and crossed your arms. The librarian left you two, after all, there was nothing she could do.

"They booked out our study room over me," you said. He didn't care about that at all, but his heart fluttered at the sight of you. You were just so fuckin' cute.

"We can just do it somewhere else," he said, putting a hand on your elbow to gently rotate you away from the desk. You let him lead you to an open table. He would admit, it left for less opportunity for him to flirt which he didn't like, and you'd have to whisper.

You started opening your books, and the librarians answer lingered in his mind. "Hey, aren't we in the tutoring program though?" And it made a wild blush flash across your cheeks, and he grin, thinking he found something. "Hey, what's got you blushin'?"

And that too made you blush. You whispered, "stop it," and tried to reel him back into the textbook, but he didn't bite.

"Hmm," he teased, leaning towards you with his fits under his chin, watching your features. "I don't know, I'm dyin' to know what makes those cheeks light up, I saved you, you know."

"My hero..." you mumbled, "I couldn't be in the program anymore if I took the job at the bowling alley," you admitted, wanting to sink into oblivion. "And I kept showing up so I guess they never reassigned you."

"Wait," he grinned, his eyes flashing down to watch as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. "You just wanted to see me bad enough to do it for free, huh?"

"Don't say it like that," you whispered, wishing you could sink into your clothes. Maybe get totally raptured out of here. If you blushed any longer you were sure that your cheeks were going to stain that way.

"Hey, c'mon," he said softly, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your gaze up to him. "It's cute, I appreciate it a lot."

"I just liked hanging out with you," you admitted, conjuring up a smile. He smiled back.

"Shoulda told me, we could've not been doing algebra this whole time." You laughed, and still he wouldn't look at any of the work. "Hey, let me take you somewhere else to study."

"Will we actually study?"

"I'm shocked by such a tone, sounds like you assume I have ulterior motives."

"Because I just know that you do!" you laughed, only to be shushed by the librarian. You two made your way out of the library anyway, "I've never been shushed before."

"I'm a bad influence," he mused, smiling at you.

He insisted on carrying your bag after you packed up your books, he only had his textbook and a beaten up notebook tucked under one arm. He would be happy to do this everyday, escort your wherever you needed to go, chauffeur you around town, he didn't care. He just wanted you to be safe and well taken care of.

"Where are we going?" you asked, when you realized he was leading you out of the school.

"Well, that depends on two things." Eddie stopped when you two were in the parking lot, right beside his van.

"What are those two things?"

"The first is; do you trust me?"

You looked at him for a second, and with a soft smile you answered, "I do."

"The second is; are you dying to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?"

The blush on your cheeks was clear, and the anxiety in the back of his mind calling him crazy for asking was roaring. But you shuffled your shoe, and without looking at him mumbled, "I am."

Eddie smiled at what he heard. He dropped your bag so he could scoop up your face with both of his hands, cupping your cheeks lovingly and looking at you before leaning down to place his lips on yours. He kissed you like he'd been dying and you were the antidote. His lips were tender, but dominate. He tasted like stale weed and spearmint gum, and you were totally lost in him. The way his arms moved to your waist to hold you close, as if this was his only chance. As if when you parted it would be over.

By the end you were both smiling so much it was hard to kiss. When he finally had to seperate, he kept you close, sneaking a hand back onto your cheek, giving you something to lean into while you slowly regained your breath.

"Could kiss you all day," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

You looked at him and nodded eagerly, biting your swollen lip. "Yes, let's do that."

He laughed, kissing you on the forehead a few quick times. "What's the rush, petal? We've got all the time in the world."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #stranger things

[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 2

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You and Bradley get to know each other

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! A bit of smut, heavy petting (lol).

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Time stands still when his lips meet yours; tentative at first, letting you know it’s okay to stop. But that’s the last thing on your mind. Your tongue licks at the seam of his lips and his hand pushes into your hair as he deepens it with a satisfied hum, kissing you with an unhurried tenderness.

Your hand grips his bicep in an attempt to not drift away when the dormant butterflies in your stomach unfurl their wings and take flight. A tidal wave of hope and relief washes over you at the long-gone feeling and you smile against his lips.

Maybe you’re not broken. Maybe you are still capable of feeling something.

Your phone rings; breaking the spell as it startles you apart.

“I better answer. It’s Charlie,” you say regrettably.

He hums in agreement. You swallow thickly when he fails his attempt at discretely adjusting himself in his jeans before he gathers the trash.

He does have a big cock.

“How’d it go at Anderson’s?” Charlie asks after you greet her.

“Uh…not great. But at least I don’t have to deal with him again,” you answer, watching Bradley walk the garbage to the receptacle.

“What happened? You okay?” Jake says from the background.

You repeat the morning’s events and Jake’s relief is palpable in his tone when he responds. “I’m glad Bradshaw went with you.”

“Me too,” you reply, smiling as he walks back up.

“Is he still with you?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, I wanted to treat him to lunch as a thank you but he paid,” you roll your eyes good-naturedly. “I took him to Breakneck to eat.”

“Did you make out like teenagers?” She teases, knowing it was the town’s prime parking spot.

Your hesitation gives you away and Bradley grins sheepishly when he hears Charlie’s squeal.

“Oh my God, you so did!” She laughs and Jake groans in the background. “You shush, they’re both adults.”

“So what’s the plan for later?” You ask with a cringe, trying to change the subject.

“You know I’m gonna get the details later,” she says lowly. “We’re going to pick up the rest of the squad from the airport in about two hours, then meeting at Buck Wild around seven.”

“Giving the real Texas experience, huh?”

“You know it. You’ll have to ride the bull, show ‘em how it’s done.”

“We’ll see. Who knows, I might not be good at it anymore,” you reply, knowing it’s likely ingrained into your muscle memory from the college summers you worked there.

“Oh whatever,” she laughs. “See you at seven.”

“See ya,” you reply and look to Bradley. “Well, they know. I should’ve denied it but the Seresins are terrible liars.”

“It’s all good. I don’t regret it,” he answers, offering you a hand to get off the tailgate.

“Me either,” you smile, taking his hand before you hop down.

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Bradley can’t help but smile as you drive away from the hotel after dropping him off. It’s been a long time since a woman made him feel this way.

His phone buzzes as he flops on the bed.

Jake: Sounds like you got some explaining to do. 😒We’ll pick you up at 6:30.

Bradley: 👍

He sets down his phone and closes his eyes; exhausted from rising with the sun this morning from his excitement to see you.

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“Em! Over here!” Jake calls when you walk into the bar later that evening, followed by a wolf whistle from Charlie.

You laugh, finding their group near the mechanical bullpen.

Introductions are made and the group razzes Jake for not inviting you to California before he moved back. You can tell already that you and Natasha are two peas in a pod.

Bradley makes his way over to your side.

“You look good,” he says over the loud country music as he hands you a beer, eyes lingering on your cleavage pushed up by the tight black leather vest you’re wearing.

“Thanks, so do you,” you reply, taking in his gray shirt and tight jeans.

He smiles. “I got the big brother talk from Jake on the way here, but not the one I anticipated.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“It’s usually the ‘hurt her and die’’; Jake told me he’d spare me that bullshit since you can obviously hold your own, but to be careful ‘cause he doesn’t want me to get hurt either,” he replies, leaning closer. “Why is that? Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Only if you ask me to,” you murmur hotly near his ear before you take a long pull of your beer.

Even in the dim lighting, you can see the flush rise up his neck.

You smirk at his reaction before calling out, “Who wants a shot?”

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A few hours and drinks go by and you’re comfortably buzzed as you watch Jake’s friends take their turns on the bull. You laugh when Jake goes first and gets thrown off quickly (in his defense, the operator and your old boss, Willie, was gunning for him). Bob surprises himself and gets the longest ride, Natasha is a natural is a close second, poor Javy over-anticipates and ends up with a bloody nose.

Bradley’s next and your mouth goes dry as you imagine him fucking into you while you watch his hips follow the movements. He has a good run but loses his balance at a sharp turn and drops gracefully to the mat.

“Emma Lou, it’s your turn!” Charlie says, gently pushing you towards the entrance to the pen.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and wink at Bradley as you pass by.

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“Go easy on me, Willie! It’s been a long time,” you call as you straddle the bull.

“I’ll start slow, ease you into it before I start going hard,” he teases with a laugh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Charlie elbow Bradley, as if he isn’t watching you like a hawk.

“Just the way I like it,” you blow him a kiss as the movement starts and your thighs tighten instinctively.

You smile when you hear the cheers. Your muscles do indeed remember as go around and around, up and down.

You slide off gracefully with a breathless laugh before you get dizzy but when you look up, Bradley’s gone.

“He went to the bathroom,” Charlie answers tipsily. “Quickly, I might add. As if he couldn’t watch you gyrate on that bull anymore.”

“Okay. I wasn’t gyrating, and I wasn’t gonna ask-“

“I saw you looking for him,” she teases. “I think you need to go to the bathroom too,” she says pushing you towards the bathrooms before she turns. “My turn!”

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Bradley’s coming out of the bathroom as you walk down the long hallway.

“You okay? You’re all flushed,” you ask.

“Yeah, just, uh…warm,” he replies.

“It gets hot in here. Wanna step outside? There’s a door at the end of the hall here.”

You lead him by the hand when he nods.

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It’s not much cooler outside but the fresh air is nice.

“That was fun. I don’t remember getting dizzy that fast though,” you smile, leaning back against the rough brick. “Gettin’ too old for that apparently.”

He just shakes his head with a chuckle as stands beside you. “You definitely know how to ride one.”

You hum in agreement, smirking at the innuendo. “Why’d you leave?”

He clears his throat and looks away. “I uh, had a…situation.”

You smirk when your eyes flick down. Looks like he still has one.

“So you got hard watching me ride that bull? Were you picturing me riding you like that?” You ask as you turn towards him, feeling him tense as you walk your fingers up his chest.

He swallows before meeting your eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been fighting a hard-on since we kissed.”

You grip his dog tags and pull him in for a kiss.

It’s hot and hungry with teeth and tongue; a stark contrast to the sweet one earlier.

A raspy groan leaves him when the hand not holding his dog tags slides from his hip to feel his cock straining against the denim.

“Mmm, you do have a big cock,” you moan, pulling back from his lips, liquid heat pooling between your thighs at the thought of taking all of him.

He smirks before his head falls back against the brick with a shudder as your mouth finds his neck; teasing the sensitive skin there with nips and licks.

His hand weaves through your hair and guides your head back up for a kiss as he pushes a thigh between yours.

You gasp when you rub yourself against him; the seam of your jeans putting pressure right where you need it.

You palm him faster as you get close to your first-ever orgasm with a man, the sounds he’s making spurring you on.

Your grip on his tags tightens to the point of pain as your orgasm approaches but it’s ripped away as the door swings open, startling you apart.

“Oh, sorry. Just came out here for a smoke. I can go around to the front though,” an older gentleman says, swaying in the light breeze.

“No it’s okay, we better get back,” you reply with a sigh full of regret.

Bradley looks equally disappointed as he agrees. “I’ll be in shortly.”

You nod and press a kiss to his cheek before you head back in to find everyone still near the bullpen. No one but Charlie noticing you had been gone.

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A/N: sorry for the delay, this chapter just did not want to come out. I’ll be going back to Jake and Charlie next (I think).

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[immajustvibehere]

Are You Afraid of Ghosts, Arthur?

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader

summary: You get lost in the forest and Arthur walks you back to camp as you discuss each other's fears.

warning: fluff, slight angst (because fears, you know), fear & comfort

>>> Happy Halloween, basically =D

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1700 words, 10 minutes reading time

"Who's there?", Arthur's voice echoed through the dense forest. He raised his lantern so the cone of light would reach the trees that grew next to the little path that travellers and wild animals had created over the course of years. The feeble light struggled to penetrate the thick veil of darkness and for a few moments, there was nothing to be heard besides the rustling of leaves nearby.

"A-Arthur?", your voice was shaky and merely a whimper, but Arthur immediately recognized it to be yours and called out your name. Slowly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Arthur had to dismount his horse and walk towards you, before the light of his lantern was enough to make out your features.

The tear-streaks on your face immediately worried him. You were pale and skittish. Arthur's initial thoughts were that you might be heard or escaped from some Murfrees.

"I thought...I thought I was done for", you whispered, another tear ran freely down your cheek.

"Yer safe. I got ya...", Arthur said and gently put his arm around you and led you to his horse. He fastened the lantern on his saddle before having a proper look at you. "Are you hurt?", he asked with gentle and caring voice.

You shook your head.

"Why are you out here?", Arthur required while getting out of his jacket, which he then caringly put around your shoulders. As he brushed your hands in the process, he found them eerily cold for such a warm night.

"I wanted to-", a sob interrupted you, "wanted to look for some herbs by the river. But I got lost...and then it got dark and-" You swallowed heavily.

"It's okay. We are not far from camp", Arthur explained, looking at you sympathetically. But you didn't answer. Instead, you looked down to your boots for a moment and remained silent, as if you were waiting for something to happen.

Then, all of a sudden, you said something which Arthur hadn't expected: "The trees are talking."

Arthur wasn't someone to be easily frightened, though the way you delivered the words had a slight shiver run down his spine.

"What?", he asked, just to make sure he understood correctly. All the while, he took the reins of his horse and started to lead it forward. It trotted slowly alongside you two.

"I heard the trees whisper earlier...", you said. You knew what you'd heard, and you were convinced of it. There was nobody around, only the forest, and it had surely whispered. The act alone of recalling the memory made you feel sick. But you weren't alone in the dark anymore, Arthur was right beside you.

"Probably just yer imagination. Also lot of wild animals around here...", Arthur commented in an attempt to calm you, again putting his hand on your back. But something didn't sit right with him either, because just a few nights ago, he could have sworn he had heard whispers in the forest. And he had been convinced he was hearing things because it was late and he was tired, in fact, he had forgotten all about it, but now that you've brought it up again...

"It sounded human", you persisted.

"Well", Arthur put his hand on his gun, "Last time I checked, humans aren't immune to bullets so if anything is out there scaring you, I'll shoot it."

"You can't shoot ghosts, Arthur", you said.

"They wouldn't do much harm anyways", he joked, assuming that you had also made a joke. But your face remained strangely stoic.

"Do you believe in ghosts?", you then proceeded to ask.

Ghosts? Arthur wasn't entirely sure, but that's not the answer you needed right now. So he sighed and said:

"No. Believe me, I have killed so many people that if ghosts existed, they'd have hunted me to hell already."

You looked at Arthur, at his sunken-in cheeks, his red eyes. You knew he was sick, even though he hadn't told you about it. In a way, he looked like a ghost. But he surely didn't feel like one, because the hand returned to your shoulder, and it was warm. And his smile was genuine and comforting, though the chill hadn't left your bones yet.

"It's the living ya should be scared of. It's they who hunt you down and seek revenge. Not a bunch of ghosts", Arthur elaborated.

"So is there nothing you're afraid of?"

Arthur thought for a while, before he answered in a monotonous voice.

"Dying…"

"You serious?", you asked incredulous. Arthur looked at you confusedly.

"My teeth are clattering because I got lost in the forest half a mile from camp and I'm moaning about ghosts. Sometimes I screech when a bug launches at me out of nowhere. A damn nightmare had me at the edge of my bed and you tell me you're afraid of dying? Couldn't you have said something like heights or, I don't know, bugs? Just to cheer me up?", you quipped, nervously giggling in hope Arthur wouldn't take offence.

"I-I guess...", Arthur stammered, "Back when we were in Rhodes there were some women marching for their right to vote or something... I thought they'd tear me apart if I said something wrong, that gave me a good fright."

He finally saw a slight smile on your face.

"Or when Miss Grimshaw asks me to do something but I forget…Bless her, but ever since she was young she'd start looking like a monster when she's angry."

You smiled up to him, "Thanks Arthur."

You continued to walk in silence. Every second that passed without conversation, the tension seemed to thicken. There was a pervasive sense of dread that hung in the air that made it impossible to ignore the unsettling feeling that creeped up in you. You both felt it, though neither of you wanted to address it.

The shadows seemed to grow longer and more menacing. Every rustling of leaves had you twitch and even Arthur tensed up when there was a sound that wasn't strictly what one should hear in a forest at night. You felt his fingers slightly dig into your shoulder when there was something awfully similar to a scream, far far in the distance.

Arthur was sort of glad when you broke the silence with a moan and declared: "I won't be able to sleep tonight, that's for sure."

"Then don't. Can offer ya some rounds of cards", Arthur suggested.

"You sure? You just returned from a day's long journey, wouldn't you need some rest?"

"I'm fine, ain't that tired yet anyways", which was a lie, but he figured he'd manage an hour or two of playing cards. Especially if it meant you'd feel better and calm down.

Back in camp, Arthur met you in his tent. He closed the flaps, something which he seldomly did, but he realized how skittish you were around the gaze of Micah's companions, and he understood. Arthur sat on his bed and you took a seat on a chair. Then you started to play.

He noticed that with time, you took longer to play your move, and after your third yawn, you realized that it wasn't polite to impose on him any longer.

"I'm sorry...maybe I should head to my...", you sighed. The thought of going to sleep, of lying alone with no protection from the forest, the whispers, the eyes of Micah's rats, it frightened you. You were afraid of the nightmares you'd surely get.

"Ya can sleep here, if ya want", Arthur offered. He stood up and got a spare bedroll.

"Really?", you asked in disbelief

"Sure. Can't promise the nightmares'll stay outside, but if it helps", Arthur shrugged.

"I-I mean...are you sure?", and when Arthur nodded, you said with a smile, "Thank you Arthur." You hugged him gently, which he reciprocated hesitantly. Quickly, you arranged a spot next to Arthur's cot, bedroll and blanket readily laid out. The fear of nightmares was quickly replaced by warm feeling of excitement. The fact that Arthur had sacrificed an hour of sleep to play cards with you had already sent some butterflies to your stomach, but that he allowed you to sleep in his tent...

It's safe to say that Arthur noticed the big grin on your face when you got under your blanket. He was half-recumbent on his bedroll, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"You won't scream all night when a ghost appears in yer dreams, will ya?", he asked sceptically.

"Depends", you grinned, "Would you let me sleep on your cot with you if I did?"

Arthur blinked in utter shock and surprise. How you could go from scared shitless and falling asleep to cheekily flirting was beyond him. But he realized quickly that he had lost advantage in the conversation when your question had him speechless for a few moments.

"I'm just kidding", you smiled gently, steering back in case this was an inappropriate time.

"If it shuts ya up, I probably would", Arthur finally answered. The corners of his lips tugged into a cheeky smile.

It was agreed that the lantern would stay on, though its light was dim, it calmed both of you that you were able to make out the shadows of the objects in the tent. If it hadn't been for the two lines of flirting you had just exchanged, which you were busy turning over in your head, you would have been asleep already.

"Thank you for today", you whispered, unsure if Arthur was asleep yet.

"'course. Nothing to thank me for", Arthur replied quietly.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything about your fear...", you said sombrely.

Arthur cleared his throat. He didn't know what to say to that. He hadn't expected you'd worry about it.

"Can I haunt ya?", Arthur asked, "When I'm a ghost, I mean..."

You chuckled: "Oh please. I insist."

"Now I'm kinda lookin' forward to it", Arthur answered and you heard how his lips curled into a smile. For a moment, he lifted his upper body, looking down at you. Then he let one of his hands dangle down, brushing your hand seemingly accidentally. You got the hint and took his hand, holding it gently until one of you was the first to fall asleep.

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[acesbelovedwife]

Tiddies

Portgas D Ace x fem reader smut

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You tried to not look at them, "tried" being the big word here. C'mon was impossible not to look at them! They're so big and squishy.... No! Can't he just wear a shirt? You can't even count the amount of times you tripped over nothing because of them.

"What do you think y/n?" Marco finished putting you out of you thoughts "what?" You blankly replied as Marco sighed annoyed "what's happening y/n, you've been distracted a lot lately" he asked "don't worry Marco I'm ok, just thinking" you said making him sigh again "just tell me, it's not like I'm gonna judge you or anything y'know" he was right, Marco of all people would never judge you for something like that. You thought for a second how to word it making yourself blush, finally you told him "I want to touch Ace's boobs" he bursted out laughing like a maniac hearing you say that "stop laughing!" You yelled shutting him up covering his mouth with your hand. When he finally calmed down you took your hand away "why don't you just ask him?" He smirked "you expect me to just come up to him and ask him "can I touch your boobs". What will he think of me?!" You lamented "Ace probably wouldn't mind y'know". You thought hard, what would Ace do? He is the biggest dork on this ship yes, but he wouldn't hate you for it would he? "Alright I'm gonna ask him!" You said running away from Marco to find Ace "good luck" Marco murmured under his nose smiling at your actions.

Ace just finished his conversation with Thatch when he saw you from the corner of his eye running towards him. Your face look serious, he got worried thinking something happened. You slowed down getting closer to him, you pulled him by the arm dragging him towards your room "i-is something wrong y/n?" He stuttered blushing at the fact you're taking him to your room. You didn't reply opening the door and pushing him in locking them behind you "u-um y/n?" He didn't know what was happening anymore, you didn't answer again pushing him on your bed "Ace I can't take it anymore" you groaned sitting on his lap as he just gawked at you making his thoughts go wild which made his cock twitch slightly under you "what do you mean y/n?" He asked trying to stop his mind from making things worse "c-can I.. touch your boobs...?" You whispered embarrassed "what" Ace didn't expect you to ask something like that "please, I can't stop thinking about it for the past week. I need to know how they feel like..." you begged, you didn't care anymore, you need to touch them.

You felt Ace sit up pulling you so close to his chest you could feel his heartbeat "you're one naughty girl aren't ya" you could hear his smirk as he spoke to your ear making you shiver "you can touch them as much as you want, you could've just ask me baby" you felt butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, he pulled you lightly away allowing you to touch his chest. You pulled your hands to his boobs squeezing them lightly not wanting to make Ace uncomfortable. You looked up at him to see his face, he was blushing furiously at your actions trying to ignore the fact his dick was becoming harder. You felt it under your ass so you decided to test something. You squeezed them harder massaging them, his dick now fully erect under you "look who's being naughty now Ace" you smirked at him "I didn't think touching them would make you so horny~" you pulled your head closer to his catching your soft lips. He didn't think straight anymore and gripped your hair to push you closer entering your mouth with his tongue exploring your wet cavern. He didn't want to pull back eager to taste you more, but you tapped him to let you breathe and he understood, quickly apologizing for not realizing earlier "it's ok darling" you smiled at him slightly moving your hips "a-ah" Ace moaned, it was like music to your ears. Such a strong man moaning under you made you wet like never before "p-please, can I touch you" he asked with a pleading look on his face. You nodded giving him a kiss on his cheek, he laid you on your back putting his hands between your head staring into your eyes with lust. "Can I take those off?" He asked pointing at your pants "you can do anything you want Ace" you smirked "d-don't say that, just tell me if you don't want me to do something" he said softly giving you kisses on your face making you giggle.

He unbuckled your belt and started taking off your pants, you lifted your hips to help him. He tossed your pants somewhere behind him and he quickly did the same to your shirt making you embarrassed since you didn't wear any bra under it "take off your pants too, it's unfair" you pouted covering your eyes with your hand as he chuckled "anything you want baby" Ace replied pulling them off allowing you to see his bulge in his boxers. He started kissing your chest going down to your thighs ignoring your wet core, he sucked on the skin making you moan and ask for more but he kept on teasing making you moan louder from his actions "p-please Ace-" you couldn't stop your voice from trembling "please what? I won't know until you tell me y/n~" he smirked continuing his actions "please just fuck me already! I want to feel you inside me for fucks sake!" You yelled between your moans feeling him tighten his grip on your thighs groaning. He didn't expect you to be so straightforward, he could cum just from that. He tore off your panties making you yelp "I'm sorry y/n, I'll buy you new ones" he murmured under his nose quickly making his way to your pussy. He started circling on your bud making your legs tremble "A-Ace" you moaned his name making him loose his patience putting one finger in surprising you with his eagerness.

He stretched you carefully putting another finger in as you moaned his name over and over again begging his to just put it in. When he felt like you're stretched enough he quickly removed his boxers lining up his dick to your entrance "tell me if it's gonna hurt" he whispered kissing you on your lips. He slowly started pushing it in, your brows furrowed and you started breathing hard "just how big is he?!" You thought to yourself. Few tears fell on your cheeks and Ace quickly stopped "are you ok baby?" He asked kissing off the tears from your cheeks "y-yeah just put it all in, I'll take it" you spoke slowly trying to catch your breath. He thought for a second but complied pushing his whole length all at once making you scream from pain "h-holy shit, you're so tight" he gritted his teeth trying to hold himself back from thrusting into you with all his might, he gave you few minutes to adjust to his size. At some point the pain turned into pleasure and you started moaning slightly under Ace "p-please Ace, you can move now" you moaned begging for some friction "your wish is my command" he smirked grabbing your hips and started thrusting in and out at an agonizingly slow pace "f-faster please Ace!" You moaned, this was too much teasing for you "someone's impatient today" the bastard smirked kissing you passionately on your lips speeding up his thrusts making you moan into his mouth.

He kept hitting your sweet spot over and over again getting you closer to cumming "A-Ace I'm gonna cum!" you moaned out which made him go even faster "I'm close too y/n... C-can I cum in you?" He asked, you nodded not being able to say anything through your moans. "Aah~" you moaned as you cummed, your pussy hugging his dick tightly with your walls making him cum inside . You felt his cock twitch inside you as you both tried to catch your breaths. "Fuck you're amazing y/n" he gasped pulling out of you, you didn't have any power to say anything so you just pulled him close laying him on top of you as you both dozed off to sleep.

This was my first time writing full on smut so I'm sorry if it's not good! I also apologize for any mistakes, english is my second language. I hope you enjoyed reading, sorry for not posting for a while (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

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[usetheeauthor]

This Isn’t You (18+ MDNI)

Mindflayer!Billy Hargrove x Plus!Fem!Reader

Summary: An old childhood friend, Billy, is possessed by the mindflayer. One night, he climbs through your window demanding you to submit and join Vecna’s side. You do all you can to bring Billy back to you.

A/N: Billy is trash but his sex is on fire

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: billy and reader over 18, mentions of abuse and parent death, billy is a warning himself, nasty, filthy smut, blood kink, possible virgin!reader, spit kink, catholic!reader, scratching, biting, cum eating, face fucking, nipple play, rough doggystyle, hair pulling, spanking, rough to sweet sex, if you squint billy cries during sex, daddy kink, lot of pet names, small degradation kink, drooling, graphic language, multiple orgasms/creampies, breeding kink, hints of monsterfucking

You were busy doing some homework at your desk when you heard a few pebbles hit against your window. Who could be visiting at this time of night? Rushing over to the window, you slide it up and look out and around then down. Billy’s looking up at you with a large smirk. It’s not uncharacteristic of him to have such a mischievous smile on face but there was something sinister behind it and his wildness in his eyes were no comfort.

“Billy? What’re you doing here?” You asked with a hint of uncertainty.

“What’d ya mean, princess? You know I always come by your place when I need an escape.” His smile never falters.

“Yeah, when we were kids. We haven’t spoken to each other since.”

“If you let me in, I’ll let you explain everything.”

You contemplated for a moment. This was Billy. An old friend. What could go wrong? So you nod your approval.

“Okay, I’ll go downstairs to answer the front door but you’ll have to be quiet.”

“No need for that. I’ll climb up to you.” He points to the lattice on the side.

“Okay, but be careful. You’re not a little kid anymore so that lattice could crumble under all that muscle.” You teased. Although, you were discreetly admiring said beefy body from where you stood.

He climbs up, eyes not removing from yours as if keeping his eyes on his prey. Once he reaches your window, you help him anyway you can slide up the window higher for his entrance. One leg, then the other, then the torso and finally his wicked handsome face.

He’s standing tall before you, hovering over your short frame. Billy just stares down at you. This time, his smile is completely wiped.

“A-aren’t you going to tell me why you’re here?”

Now that you got a better view of him under your bedroom’s lighting, you notice some blood on his shirt and no matter where you looked you couldn’t find the source. This blood did not belong to him.

He twitches a little. “Remember when we were little and you used to let me into your room all cut up and bruised from my dad wailing on me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were a true friend. Caring for me when I was in need,” He twitches again, slowly approaching you as you backed away. “I think you’d still take care of me even today.”

“Your dad…d-did he hurt you?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Not anymore.” He chuckles darkly, it sounded like an overlap of laughter like it wasn’t only him.

Your back hits the bedroom door, hand on the knob. You stare up at him, confused what’s making him act this way. This wasn’t the Billy you knew. Sure, he was a fucking douche but he was a product of his father’s abuse.

“What do you mean by ‘not anymore’? Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Nevermind that,” He growls before clutching his stomach, hobbling over in pain. “I need you to take care of me again, princess. I’m—fuck—I’m losing energy. You’re the only one that can give me what I need.”

“I-I don’t think I can. Maybe if we get you to a hospital—“

“No!” He growls again, sounding like a demonic beast. His eyes were pitched black.

He continues. “You’re the only one. I came to you because I know you wouldn’t say no. I’ve seen your dreams, your fantasies…” He presses his raging erection against your tummy. “…your deepest fucking desires. You want me and I need you. All of you.”

His hands roam your curvaceous body, landing on your ass and squeezing. He bites his lip noticing the way your mouth flies open at his touch.

“This isn’t you, Billy.” You gasped, feeling his surprisingly sharp nails prick through your pajama shorts.

“This is all me, baby. New and improved. And I can make wishes come true, too. All you gotta do is help me out. You don’t want me to stay in pain, do you?”

“What’ll I have to do?” You whispered, slightly turning the knob.

“All that I asked is that you serve Him.”

“Who?”

“I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Just know that he’ll spare you. He’ll give you power and anything you wish for. All you’ve gotta do is say yes. If you follow him blindly, then he’ll know you’re true.”

“Spare me? What the fuck are you talking about, Billy? You’re scaring.” You feel your eyes well up with tears.

“No, no. Shhh,” His hands come up and you briefly spot his sharp claws before he cups your face. He’s caressing your cheeks, wiping it of any tears. “Don’t be scared. I came here to save you. You were the only one who I ever gave a shit about. He says I can save one person from the rapture. I chose you because you’ve saved me once. You’ll make me stronger.”

“Billy,” You grip his face. “Come back to me! You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. What about Max? What if she gets hurt? You couldn’t live with yourself.”

“I’ve already made peace with that. She’ll be joining us soon, too, but as his vessel.”

“Stop talking like this!”

“Why are you trying to fight this?! You could finally do whatever you want. No rules. No Bible. You’ll never have to worry about sinning or going against God. He’ll be your God now!”

“No!” You turn the knob, trying to make a run for it into the hallway when Billy quickly grabs you back against his chest, wrapping a hand over your mouth.

Dragging you back into the room, he hisses in your ear, “You just made him very upset.”

You notice a light switch in the hallway through the crack under the door. Then, there’s the shadow of feet shuffling in the hall. There’s a knock on your door.

“Is everything okay in there, Y/n? I heard yelling.” Your mother asks, concerned.

“I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth. You’re going to be a good girl and tell her everything’s okay…or I’ll kill her,” Billy threatens. “You’ll be good?”

You nod, frantically. He slowly unclasps his large hand over your mouth. You take a shaky exhale.

“I’m fine, mom! I just had a nightmare.” You call out through the door.

“We could pray about it together. It’ll help you feel at ease.”

“No. I’ll be fine. I prayed on my own. Going back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, love. See you in the morning.” Then, the hallway lights shut off.

Billy waits for the familiar shut of a door before he’s shoving you onto the ground on your knees. He stares down at you with a teeth-gritting grimace.

“You almost lost your entire family for that stunt!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’ll be real fucking sorry,” He winces again in pain. He’s getting weaker. “Say a prayer.”

You just stare up at him, confused. He grips you by your hair, making you rise a little to reduce the pain.

“Now!” He says, expressing this as his final warning.

You hurriedly clamp your hands together in front of you. Eyes squeezed shut.

“Magnificent Mother Mary, my redeemer, with a guilty heart I come to you. My mind was weak, I played with temptation and paid the price,” You squeaked in fear when you hear the unmistakable clanking of a belt unbuckling. You squeeze your eyes tighter. “Absolve me of my sins, bring light to my darkened soul. I accept my deserved punishment so I may live in your glory afresh.”

“Open your eyes.” He commands.

You obey his orders, eyes leveled with his painfully hard cock, red in its fury. He’s large and, by the look on his face, he’s looking to tear through you.

“I still need to be taken care of, princess. My question for you: will you accept? You’re free to back out of this but that wouldn’t guarantee your safety for when the time comes. Yet, something in the way you look at dick tells me that’s the further thing from that pretty empty head of yours. Go on and taste. Bet you won’t be able to resist after one lick.”

Maybe if you try and do horribly, he’ll leave you alone. So working up the courage, you wrap a tiny hand around his length. It’s even bigger than you thought. How will it fit in your mouth?

Precum leaks out of the pink head, you stick your tongue out collecting the sticky fluid on your tongue in one licking motion. A long line connecting your tongue and his cock stubbornly drags along with you as you pulled away before breaking off and slapping against your chin.

You lick your lips. He tastes so intoxicating. Before he could even ask you if this was what you wanted again, you lick at the slick head once again then suck.

“Mmm, fuckk,” He groans, head rolling back. “Your mouth feels so good. I already feel the energy coursing through my veins. Think you could take more?”

Cupping the back of your head, he shoves himself deep down your throat. His sharp, nails digging into your scalp overloading your senses as he fucked your mouth. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, gagging around him which eggs him on. Soon, he’s thrusting so hard that thick dripping saliva runs down your chin and form a small puddle on your bedroom floor.

Through all of this, you can feel pooling heat in your underwear at the words and sounds spilling from Billy’s lips. You’d always believed that Billy would be a dirty talker and now you get to hear it first hand.

“Sssss, oh fuu—swallow my cock, baby. Just like that. Choke on that shit.”

You hum a moan, vibrations shooting up his length. Your hand tugs and caresses his heavy balls, looking him in the eyes as to show him that you planned to ruin him just as much as he would you. The tip of your nose is tickled by his pubic hairs each time he makes you swallow him whole.

“Want me to cum down your little throat?” He asks wryly.

He pulls your hair backward, yanking your mouth away from him and allowing you the chance to breathe. He awaits you answer as you cough at the sudden lost, your satin shirt soaked in the process.

“Please, I want it in my tummy. Cum in my mouth.”

“Such a greedy whore,” He lets go of your hair, letting you take the reigns. “Make me cum.”

You wrap your hands around the base barely able to get it around. Doing a twist and tug motion around him, you suck hard on the sensitive tip. From time to time, you circle your tongue around him then lower your mouth again so he hits the back of your throat. Your hands were getting drenched in the process which signaled that you were working hard for his end.

“Goddamn, baby. You want it that bad, huh?” He laughs. “Let me give you what you want.”

Your head comes in contact with the wall behind you. Your hands now in your lap with him thrusting freely into your mouth. Tears and saliva wetting your face at the intensity of the act. You weren’t sure how you weren’t vomiting as quick as he’d been stroking into your mouth but somehow with him you were like a veteran succubus.

His hands rest on the wall behind you from leverage, the sound of the belt resonating the air with each thrust.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” He chants, face contorting in utter bliss and your eyes light up witnessing such a beautiful sight.

Then, you feel the sticky substance paint down your throat. It’s slightly salty and hot taste lingering on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed him all down.

Billy pets your hair, smoothing it down as he shoves his cock into your eager mouth over and over and rides the waves of pleasure. Once he pulls out, you stick out your tongue to show him that you’ve drunk all of his essence, not leaving a drop to waste.

“You sure know how to show a guy a good time. I’ll give you your reward. Take the shorts off. Gonna eat that pretty pussy.”

You moan at his vulgarity, pulling off your satin bottoms and underwear as fast as your hands will allow. You were caught off guard when he lifts you off the ground effortlessly as if you weighed the equivalent of a feather.

Laying you down on your mattress, he pulls you by the legs just enough for you to rest near the edge. His eyes as dark as the night sky as he stares at your core, sticky and wet with your arousal.

The sight before him has him buckling down to his knees. It was heavenly. He doesn’t wish for his mouth to be away from it a second longer. Billy dives into you swollen pussy, lapping away with his long, fat tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes! Billy.” You yank at his curls. He’s pleased at this action, smiling as he licked at your cunt. His tongue was inhumanly long and you were convinced that he was some sort of entity. Yet, the way his hands caressed your thick thighs lovingly indicated to you that maybe he’s still human.

Billy didn’t make you feel embarrassed for not shaving either, gripping on to your pubic hairs to pull back your folds and spread you wider for him to taste.

“Tastes amazing, baby.” He slaps a hand on one thigh, causing you back to arch and your pressed further against his face.

His long lashes flutter and eyes close, enjoying the moment and the little whimpers leaving your lips. He sucks and kisses your pussy as if he were making out with it. You realize this was all to entice you to wrap your thighs around his head because when your knees pressed against the side of his face, he began moaning louder.

You feared you’d block his airways should you wrap him in your embrace but as if he read you mind he squeezes your thighs tighter around him, keeping you there.

“It’s so good. Nothing I’ve ever had before, daddy! Oh, god.”

Billy wanted to stick his finger inside of you, hoping he’s get a preview of your tight walls but the evil part of him wanted you to struggle to take his large cock. Instead, he’ll show his mercy by making you cum so that your slick enough for him to slip in.

Each lick of his tongue sent you further and further into madness until he looks you in the eye one last time and like magic you cum on his tongue.

“Oh, god. I’m cumming!” You cried out, writhing against him.

He shushes you, whispering darkly. “Shut the fuck up. You’ll wake the entire house and you wouldn’t like what happens next.”

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover from your shattering orgasm. Billy immediately flips you onto your stomach, bringing you on all fours. Rubbing the tip through your folds, he bullies himself into your entrance and pounds away without missing a beat.

Your face falls into the mattress, gripping the sheets for some comfort from the heavy slaps against your back. He’s still fully clothed only his jeans lowered, too eager to remove them. You wanted him completely naked, feeling every inch of his skin on you. You wanted to look at him in the eyes as he takes you.

“Let me see you, daddy. Please.”

He spanks your ass. Then, he kneads the sore spot only to slap a hand hand hard against your soft ass cheek again.

“But you look so damn good from behind, babygirl.”

“Wanna look at you. Wanna see watch you cum again, please. Please!” You whined, practically sobbing.

“I guess ya earned it for being such a good girl.” He flips you onto your back again and plunges into you causing you the two of you to groan simultaneously.

You pull off your top, giving him a view of your tits as they bounced at the force of his pounding. Thirsty to feel him, you rip at his shirt revealing even more of his chest to run your hands over his sweaty abs.

His large hand grips a handful of your boob flicking a thumb over the hardened nipple. “You’re so fucking wet, Y/n. It’s soaking my jeans.”

“Then take them off.” You mewled.

“I make the orders here.”

You scratched down his chest, sinking your nails into his side and for one moment his sinister persona falters when you lift yourself to kiss his chest.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“You just feel so good. So deep.” You say in a shaky breath. You pull his face down, lips colliding. Your tongues fighting for the upper hand.

When he pulls away, he’s dazed. You’ve come to the conclusion that every intimate touch brings out the real Billy. If you keep it up, eventually he’ll come back to you.

So you attempt another moment of intimacy, sucking and biting on his thick neck and feeling his thrusting get harder.

“Wish I can have you inside me forever.”

“Uh-huh.” He moans, hitting harder against a deep spot within you.

You move your face to look him in the eye once again, hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your face as well only you drew his thumb into your mouth sucking the tip lightly.

“Oh god.” Billy whispers. His eyes lowers to look between your body’s which was a mixture of your creamy fluids and blood. Had he just taken your virginity? He assumed you’d lost it to your first boyfriend.

He looks up at your face again, you pulling him into another passionate kiss and taking in his spit into your mouth. When he felt like things were getting too romantic, he’d tried to pull away but you wrapped you legs around him taking him deeper into your wet cave. Now you’re nails are in his lower back. If his shirt weren’t in the way, you’d be drawing blood for sure.

“See how wet you’re making me, daddy?”

He’s rendered speechless by you consumed by the warmth of your body. He’s always loved your body. He’d imagined your body against for so long, hoping to kiss your soft belly and imprint his finger tips into your plush ass and thighs. Finally, he gets this time of intimacy with you. Finally, you were under him taking every inch of his throbbing cock.

Slowly, whatever entered him the other night was soon beginning to melt but it was still very stubborn. You were determined to free him even if it meant all night.

Taking his wet thumb, you bring it down to rub at your clitoris. Your foreheads resting against one another, panting as you clenched around him.

“So fucking close.” You whimpered.

“Me too, pretty girl.”

“Can you cum in me? I wanna take it all my slutty pussy.”

“Oh shit, Y/n. I think you’re trying to kill me.” He laughs, breathlessly.

“Need it now. I love you so much, Billy. Please come back to me.”

“Unh, god—I’m gonna cum in this pussy.”

“Please!”

He hits into against your spongy button over and over again and you get the feeling like something’s going to burst within you. He rubs frantically at your clit, your juices coating his thumb. You cum hard, the wind knocked out of you.

Billy soon follows behind you, shooting his thick cum into the deepest parts of you. He lets out an animalistic grunt that causes another flood of your arousal to soak his cock.

He’s thrusts a couple more thrusts into you before attempting to get up. You don’t let him go, tightening your legs around him and kissing each bicep.

“Don’t stop cum in me again.” You were insatiable. It went beyond bringing him back at this point. You wanted to fuck him until you could feel him even after he pulls out.

He rocks into you again, catching the bars of the headboard as leverage as well as to keep it from banging against your wall. Your driven up higher and higher up the bed from his forceful thrusts. He catches a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. As sensitive as you both were from two orgasms, you both gladly chased for the third.

You chant your ‘I love yous’ to him. You discovered your breakthrough when he started chanting it back to you. His eyes becoming wet with the intensity of emotions overcoming him.

“God, I love you.” He growls then bites your nipple.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

He slaps a hand on your clit once and your violently convulsing under him, cumming yet again on.

“Fuck yeah. Cream on this dick, babygirl.” His voice strained, signifies his impending orgasm. Not long after he comes inside you once against the squelching and stickiness between your bodies prominent. “Ahh, shit.”

If you were horrible, you’d make him go again. But you figured he’s had enough. You unhook your legs off him but he stays collapsing above you and snuggling into your body reverting back to the old perverted Billy you know.

“As much as I’d love to have you lying on me, you’re really heavy.” You giggled running your fingers through his hair.

“Right, sorry.” He rolls off of you, the lost of contact causing you to whimper. He rests beside you, cock still standing firm.

“Is it really you, Billy?”

“I think so.” He says, looking down at himself.

“What happened?”

“One night, I’m driving. I get attacked . Next thing, I know I’m…different.”

You hugged his side. “At least you’re hear now. Whatever attacked you, won’t hurt you again.”

Billy kisses your forehead. He knee it was far from over. Vecna will soon return and he’ll be right back in his control. For now, he’ll savor these moments for when he’ll be a monster once again beckoning you to the dark side.

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[fancyfeathers]

A Star Filled Sky (Yandere Dottore) (Normalized Yandere AU)

Part two to this post

”What would you do if we weren’t, ya know, on the run?”

“huh?”

“You heard me.”

The question from your friend caught you off guard, you never really thought of that. Life had been this way for you two for… six years? You think. It had been so long since you life even resembled normal if it ever did. What would you do if you were not being hunted down by the Fatui, by Dottore…

You hummed in thought, your eyes looking up at the starry sky above you as you laid on your sleeping bag, flat on your back.

“I think I would like to start my own herbalists shop, an apothecary. Maybe settle down in Sumeru city, or Liyue Harbor. You?”

“Go back home to Snezhnaya, see my friends again. Maybe even go to school and become a teacher.”

You hummed at your friend’s response. You two laid in silence for a long moment, just enjoying the night air. Ah yes, your friend the hunter, a former soldier of the Fatui, he was not a fighter at heart. Before he was forced to join the Fatui by his family he was wanting to study the arts and perhaps even linguistics and literature. That all changed when he was enlisted into the Fatui and changed even more when he ran from them.

Things have been getting more tense lately, to many close calls, just slipping out of fights with Fatui agents, having to look over your shoulder to many times to make sure no one was following you. You did not dare to sleep without your weapons near and most nights now you slept in shifts, but now neither of you could sleep this night, so you talked just waiting for the other to pass out from exhaustion.

“How much longer do you think we’ll live like this?” Your friend’s voice broke the silence. You did not know the answer which is something you do not like to admit.

“Till we die? Or maybe until we just have no energy to go on.”

“But what if they get to us first-“

“That won’t happen.” You answered, cutting him off. You would rather die than let yourself to fall back into his grasp. “I won’t let it happen.”

“Well (Name), we can only hope.” There was a long moment of silence before you heard a yawn from your friend and the should have rustling fabric as he rolled onto his side. “I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when it’s my shift.”

Now in the dead silence you were left alone with your thoughts and the stars. You were becoming more scared with your thoughts every day, it felt like they were growing darker, more desperate. You did not feel like you anymore…

You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts by connecting the stars into their constellations. Leptailurus Cervarius, Vulpes Zerda, Lupus Aureus, Paradisaea-

SNAP

You shot up as you heard the snapping of a branch, it sounded like it was a good amount away from the hiding spot you made for yourselves in the trees. Cautiously you grabbed your spell book, that resting at your side. Slowly you got up, climbing down from the hidden campsite in the trees that you temporarily called home. You stepped forward through the forest, with each step you did your best to walk on the moss or grass to cover your footfalls. You patrolled the forests for a long while before you finally settled that it was probably a wild animal. You sighed with a breath of relief and turned to go back to the camp, your biggest mistake…

A blood curdling scream ripped through your lungs as you felt a surge of electro energy strike you in the back, between your shoulders. You fell to your knees, hissing in pain. You looks over your shoulder to see one of those damned Fatui mages approaching you. You bolted to stand up and try to run, only to run yourself into another Fatui agent…

Fuck…

This was an ambush…

“I know you.” You hear the mage say as she approached you before she grabbed you by your chin, making you look at her. “You’re that girl who Lord Dottore is looking for. But I thought you had the darling of Capitano with you, a guard dog-“

“Don’t call him that.”

“Or what? You’ll attack me? You couldn’t even harm a fly.” She cackles at you and you can feel the electro sparks from her, making you wince. “I’m sure the Lord Harbinger would be so pleased if I brought you to him, imagine what I could get. So be a good little girl and come along without a fight, or fight, I don’t care, I’m sure the Doctor will patch you up once I give you to him.”

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[tragedybunny]

Pretty Baby

༺Summary༻

Astarion is a trophy wife that does online porn and gets soft dommed by his loving wife.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Tav

༺Warnings༻ NSFW - PiV Sex, Anal Play, Femdom, Mommy Kink, Feminization

༺Word Count༻ 2870

༺A/N༻ I'm gonna be straight with ya - there was a lot of pseudoephed and sinus cold involved in the conception of this. I am accepting no responsibility for it.

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It's 6 PM and I just got home from the office. Pulling into the driveway, I let the car idle a bit before getting out. It builds the anticipation, I know he can hear it, know that he's in there, waiting for me, my sweet wife, my Astarion.

He's kneeling on that plush white rug that I indulged him and bought, even though it's a nightmare to have cleaned. That perfect body of his is clothed in nothing but his new pink, lacy, lingerie set that we picked out yesterday. 

I feel myself getting a little wet thinking about it, how I watched him put it on this morning during his stream. Whenever I have time, I like to turn it on, even in the background, watch what they're all wishing they could have, but it belongs to me. 

He'd been artfully arranged in bed when it had started. “Hello darlings,” he'd purred for his audience. “Forgive my state, I'm just waking up.”

I laughed loud enough that I was thankful my office door was closed. Did anyone really believe he looked that made up fresh out of bed. He'd been up since I got up, cooking us breakfast in an old band t-shirt and boxers, curls wild, red eyes full of sleep still. My sweet little albino weirdo, he listened to me complain about how we were out of blueberries for my oatmeal and promised to get more. “Get some strawberries too while you're there,” I'd added on my way out the door. After I left for work, he got ready for his stream. 

Whenever someone at the law firm asked what my spouse did, I told them he was a social media marketing consultant. When they asked for who, I told them it was all hush-hush, NDA's, they were lawyers, they understood. At this point, they were convinced he worked for the pentagon or something, if only they knew. 

After he told the audience his ridiculous lie, he rolled over in bed and stretched dramatically, flexing lean muscles for the camera. “I need to go to the farmer’s market today, mommy is out of organic blueberries. But she got me something special and told me I have to wear it if I leave the house.” 

My hands had drifted to the crotch of my pants, client emails forgotten. He had been asking to wear a plug outside the house, I told him if he remembered his lingerie and to send me pictures, we'd talk. Pulling the set from his dresser drawer, he showed it to the camera. “Mommy is spoiling me, isn't she, darlings?” 

My fingers ghosted over my mound as I watched him put on the pink bralette and thong panties. Somehow, it was more intoxicating than seeing him nude. “I'll be taking some pictures later that you all can indulge in, but for now I'm off.” 

Thinking back on it, I can't wait anymore and turn the car off. As soon as I walk in the door, I head straight for the living room, dropping my bag on the chair to find my little treat waiting for me, on his knees, still dressed like I'd told him. “There's my little wife,” I greet him, and he knows he's good to talk. 

“Hi mommy, how was your day.” He shifts one leg forward on instinct so that I can put my foot on his thigh. 

“Fine, nothing terribly exciting,” I answer as he takes my shoe off. Switching feet, he takes the other one off, kissing my leg through my suit pants. 

“I'm glad it wasn't too stressful.” Shoes gone, he starts to work on my pants. 

“And how about you, were you a good little wife today? I saw you getting dressed on your stream.” I run my hand through his platinum curls and give them a playful tug. 

He smiles proudly. “Yes, mommy, I did my errand and I had a nice day. I love it when you take time to watch me.”

“I know you do, baby. And you sent me so many nice pictures of you in your gift, just like I asked.” I step out of the pants and signal him to stand so he can finish undressing me. When he's done, he hands me a comfortable, loose dress he has ready. “What's for dinner?” 

Astarion is a middling cook, and we eat a lot of take out, but sometimes it's nice to push him out of his comfort zone. Especially since he doesn't do all that much around the house with the maid service and the grocery delivery. He's a trophy wife. I knew that the moment I met him though, back in law school. He'd been forced into it by his adoptive father, Cazador Szarr and was so visibly unhappy with it and his whole life. We'd eloped six months after we met so I could get him out from under that monster’s thumb. I hadn't regretted it since, our less traditional proclivities even ended up complementing one another. 

“Lasagna,” he says, looping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder. “It's almost done and I promise the maid didn't help this time.” 

“Good job, baby. Go handle my clothes and we'll eat.” 

Dinner is served by Astarion with a cute little apron over his lingerie. Not every night is playtime like this, but it is Friday so we've got time to enjoy ourselves. The lasagna is an improvement over the last time and he even took care to make a wine pairing from a local winery. “They had samples at the farmers market, so I could make sure it's up to your standards.” 

The bottle comes back with us to the living room where I leave Astarion to pick out a movie while I grab some toys for the evening. His eyes get wide with excitement as I lay them out on the table next to the wine glasses. My wand, his plug with the pink jewel top, lube, and his paddle in case he gets bratty. I don't spank him often, only when he's seriously asking for it.

“Come here, wifey.” I take a seat on the champagne pink couch and settle him between my legs with a glass of wine. 

What we're watching doesn't even matter as he starts loving on me almost immediately. The skirt of my dress is short enough that it rides up and leaves plenty of me exposed. He kisses and nibbles my thighs, fingers digging in, begging for my attention. My own underwear are getting slick. 

“Please, can I pleasure you?” He rasps, finishing his wine and setting the glass aside. Kneeling, he turns to face me, crimson eyes begging.

“Hmm, you said you were good today. Did you get my blueberries?” He nods enthusiastically. “And the strawberries?” His face falls, I did add that at the last minute, maybe it's a little unfair.

“I forgot,” he looks down at the carpet. Poor little dear, his cock is already half-hard in his panties. 

“You can use the wand for now. Anything else depends on your behavior.” He doesn't look up right away and I tip his chin up with my fingers. “Understood?”

“Yes, mommy.” Obediently, he retrieves my wand and sets it to low, he's so well-trained with it. 

My legs spread and he bushes it lightly against my clit through my underwear. “Good baby.” 

He works me gently to the precipice, stroking the wand over me rhythmically until I'm panting and groaning in need. My fingers wrap themselves in his curls and I tug him forward, demanding more. Placing it flush against me, he goes back to kissing my thighs. 

Bucking my hips against the wand, I feel myself letting go. “I'm going to come love, you're doing so good.” Moaning, I clench around nothing, and pull his face against my sodden underwear by his hair. 

Taking the wand, I turn it off and pet him, fingers drifting lightly over his scalp. Despite not fulfilling all my requests, I know I'm going to need him inside me tonight. I'll just have to think of a little punishment to remind him that he's not getting away with it. But for now, I want to play with my little wife.

“Lay in my lap, let's get this plug in you.” 

He blushes adorably and quickly does as he is told, laying across my thighs so I can reach his bottom. Taking another drink of wine, I let him wait, feeling him squirm with anticipation. Finally, I grab the lube and coat my fingers. 

Pulling his thong to the side, I spread him open and gently work a finger inside him. Below me he already starts making noises.  Another finger slips in and he mewls. “Feeling good, baby?”  

“Yes, mommy, you're so good to me.” 

My fingers flex inside him, eliciting little moans as I prep him. When I'm satisfied he's ready, I lube up the plug and place it teasingly close to his entrance. “I want you to keep still, and no coming. If you want to wear this out of the house, you need to prove you're not going to be a mess about it.” 

“Y-yes, mommy.” 

This is actually unfair and he knows it. I wouldn't be there to play with him if he wore it out. But he accepts it like the good wife he is. 

Slowly, I push it inside of him, treasuring the little gasps he makes. Once it's inside, I give it a firm push and he actually yelps. Poor thing, I'm just getting started. 

Focusing on the movie, I start to idly play with it. Teasingly, I tug on it, working it back and forth until I feel him rut against my thigh. Lightly, I smack his bottom in warning. “What did I say?” He stills but whimpers as I keep going. 

After he's good and worked up, I give him a break, rubbing his back and playing with his curls. I feel his cock, hard enough to dig into my thigh, and his panties wet with pre-cum.

When his breathing evens out, I start again and feel him shaking as he fights the urge to thrust against me. “Mommy, please,” he whines. 

“A little longer baby,” I answer soothingly, now fucking him properly with it. 

His moans turn to cries as he fights the rising tide of an orgasm, control something he's never been particularly good at. Finally, I take pity and stop, letting the plug settle inside him. “I think you've been very good tonight. I'm going to let you fuck me, but you can't finish in me because you still need a punishment for forgetting.” 

He petulantly agrees and gets off my lap, kneeling on near me, while I set my clothes and lay out on the couch. “You can touch and kiss all you want.” I instruct, reaching out to stroke him through wet lace. “These are so pretty, but let's get them off so we don't ruin them.” 

When they're discarded on the floor, he slots himself between my thighs and runs his hands over my body. “You're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” 

I'm so wet, there's no resistance as he slides inside me, a relieved groan escaping him. His lips kiss every inch of me as he pumps slowly into me with restraint that's been trained into him. 

Hesitantly, he takes a nipple between his lips, looking up to make sure he has permission. I nod and he hungrily suckles at it, the pace of his hips increasing. 

“That's it, harder.” I encourage, reaching to scrape my nails along his back and ass. His hips snap harshly as he stays latched onto me, teeth scraping my nipple with just the right amount of pain. “I'm close, touch me.”

His fingers eagerly dip between my legs, knowing he can't come unless I do first. My hips buck into the firm circles he's rubbing, and my legs wrap around his back. He fucks so damn good. “That's it, love, such a good little wife,” I moan and see stars. 

He whines and jerks back as I'm still riding my high. “I- I'm,” the rest of his words are lost to heaving breaths as he tries not to spill himself.

“We need to work on that control of yours,” I scold gently and he pouts. “I'll remember that attitude later. Now go on and finish up.”

“Thank you, mommy.” He palms himself and begins to stroke vigorously.

Reaching for my phone from the table behind me, I open the camera. I'll hold onto these for myself for a while, then let him post them. I don't mind sharing his beauty with the audience, but I get first dibs. 

“There's my pretty baby,” I coo, watching his face beam at the praise while I snap the loveliest pictures of him. 

“I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me? Get it all over yourself.” I zoom in on his leaking cock, elegant fingers wrapped around it, then his face, eyes closed, mouth parted. 

With a final moan, he comes, seed coating his stomach and pelvis. “Look at me love.” His eyes are hazy when he brings them to mine, and he's smiling dazedly. “Let me get some pictures of you, you're such a beautiful little mess.” 

God, I may keep these forever, he looks so blissed out. Putting my phone away, I lean over and kiss him tenderly. “Let's get you in a bath.” 

In the water, he curls up in my arms, the little spoon, my cherished wife. “Did you enjoy yourself,” I ask, kissing the top of his head. 

“I always do with you.” Taking one of my hands, he kisses it reverently. 

“And you still like all this, right?”

He goes stiff in my arms and hesitates. His adoptive father had no tolerance for Astarion’s more unique tastes. “Yes,” he breathes, distraught enough that I feel bad. 

“That's good, because we have to make a special stop before groceries for the dinner party tomorrow.” Grabbing my phone, I open the email concerning a gift I ordered him. 

A rose gold metallic band sits on a bed of red velvet. A normal choker, save for the tiny lock in place of closure. “You mean it?” His voice is breathy with excitement.

“Of course, a pretty collar for my pretty wife.” 

“Can I wear it to the dinner party?” 

“Are you ready for everyone to see it?” I don't want him taking on too much at once. 

“I am, besides, I can't wait to see who's the most awkward about it.” Little breathy giggles escape him. 

“Gale for sure,” I add my laughter to his, glad he's so happy.

“Can…can I wear a skirt tomorrow when we go out?” 

“Sure baby. Do you want one for the party too?” I've asked before if he wanted to be thought of as a different gender, and he always says no, despite very much wanted to be called wife. 

“No, I think the collar will be enough excitement for them.” 

“Alright, that sounds like a good plan. Now let's get out of here before we both get all pruney.” 

The camera is set up for an early stream the next morning. Astarion flounces into the room in the fluffiest black tulle skirt with cream silk blouse. “Good morning darlings, mommy is taking me out today, and she said since I was good I get a little reward.” 

He bends himself over the ottoman that's the same pink hue as the couch. A pretty little sight with his bottom in the air. “And she's going to be nice and help me with it.”

I don't make appearances on his stream often, and they're always from the waist down to avoid recognition. Carefully, I sit next to him on the couch, keeping my face out of view, and push his skirt up before pulling down his panties. Sensible black cotton for today. We gave him some prep off camera so the audience can get straight to the goods. 

Plug in hand, I give him a showy little spread first. That's right, look at my wife's cute little asshole you simps, I think to the audience spending their hard-earned money on him. I push it in, letting his whimpers fill the air. It's so hard to not talk, to not call him pretty baby and tell him how good he is, but I can't have my voice recognized. 

When it's in, I give his bottom a few firm smacks for everyone watching to enjoy. A little payback for the pout last night. “Mommy,” he whines, not having expected the improptu punishment. When I'm finished, I pull his panties back up and he turns to sit facing the camera, eyes watery. “We've got a busy day, so I probably won't see you all again today. I promise a nice long video next time.” 

Once he gets the camera off, I pull him in for a kiss, tongue darting into his mouth. “Let's get going. I want to make it back early enough ruin this cute little outfit of yours.” 

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfic #bg3 tav #tav #astarion x tav #my fanfic #my writing

[cryptidsdad]

❛  come here.  ❜

The demand had the older man pausing in the doorway to peer over at where Kurjak was sprawled out on the couch.

With how the other man came and went, it made sense that Robert's brain automatically associated him with some kind of slightly feral cat. One that had waltzed in and made himself at home in Robert's living room. (Kurjak had yet to venture into lounging in Robert's bedroom unsupervised, at least. But the older would not put it past him to do that). A second passed before he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Betsy to wrestle her harness off.

"What're you gonna do if I don't?" The question thrown out like it was nothing. A quick glance toward Kurjak and a barley there quirk at the corner of his lips. "Get up and make me?"

#kurjaks #( * answered. ⟩ ❛ got anymore of that wild in ya? ❜ ) #( * queue. ⟩ ❛ procrastinate until you die. ❜ ) #i actually fucking hate them ?? goblins .... #but also love the idea of kurjak just making himself at home #like robert isn't even home and kurjak just settles around the house like he owns the place #as a fun lil surprise for robert to come back to ... and he's so used to it that he doesn't even react ??

[constawrites]

Different love

Luffy x Male! Reader (Fits for trans males too)

⛔️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU’LL BE BLOCKED⛔️

Cw: Mention of christian family(Reader), homo in denial, just a homo confession.

_•*•_

This wasn’t possible.

Neither correct.

How did this even happened?

A lot of questions ran over your head the last days.

You were a straw hat, you joined after Luffy, your handsome captain, saved your village from a strong crew of pirates, it was normal to be so devoted to him..Right? But something felt off; at start you thought you were just too thankful for Luffy saving the ones you loved and taking you like his new nakama, but with the time you realized it wasn’t that easy. Every time he smiled at you when you arrived the kitchen to eat with the crew, when he stretched his rubber arms to you and hug you tightly after being lost on the new island you guys arrived to, every little smile he gave you..Everything made your heart pound strongly on your chest; your cheeks heat up and your pressure raise.

But no.

It couldn’t be.

You liked women, it was always like that, or at least that was what your parents told you when you were little, men with women-women with men.

This was a sin, but you couldn’t help but think that if you had to choose between heaven and kissing him, you could burn in hell with happiness on your face.

There was a problem tho. He never liked no one. The most beautiful woman in the Grand Line, Boa Hancock, was head over heels for him and he just dared to leave her hanging as he did with every beautiful woman on the seas. What got you sure it would be different for you? Luffy was always so unaware of sexual and romantic attraction, he was probably aro-ace, so confessing to him was a probably loosing game.

But you couldn’t with the feeling anymore, that heavy weight on your chest every time he said you were friends..

“Just friends.” You thought when he mentioned it the first time.

You didn’t wanted to be friends with him, you wanted to hold him every night near of you, to be able to tell him how much you loved him whenever you wanted without being asked by the others. You had to do it.

“I like you, Luffy.”

You pronounced, you finally had the courage to tell him your feelings after seeing the opportunity when, after dinner, he happened to be alone on the upper deck.

Luffy looked confused at you, his head tilted slightly and his eyebrow went up while the other furrowed.

“Ya’ like me?” He asked rhetorically, his confusion turned into his usual and pretty smile.

“I like you too ___! You’re my best friend after all.”

Those words sank hard on your heart, did he understood it? Maybe he ignored it? You sighed and proceeded to explain better.

“No but..- Not as a friend! More like..I, uh.”

You breathed again inhaling and exhaling to calm down before gaining enough courage.

“Luffy. I love you. Not as a friend, neither a nakama. I love you like a couple would.”

His face froze, he stood in shock in front of you, turning everything really awkward. You looked down, his eyes were the thing you wanted to avoid right now. Then, while your sight was still down to the wood floor, you heard a chuckle.

Before you could get up your sight, a wild Luffy was already getting over you, wrapping you in his rubber arms and swinging you around with strength and a smile that could burn the sun.

“I love you too!” He said with a happy and loud tone, it was a miracle no one was hearing the conversation at this point.

Your face turned from confusion to happiness and a little giggle left your lips as you captured his cheeks on your hands and kissed him, the thing you wanted to do since the very first day was finally a chance. You wouldn’t change this moment for anything. At all.

“So? Then we’re a couple?!” He asked happily, a small coral-pink blush adorned his pretty face. He let you go and waited for an answer.

“Of course Luffy.”

Suddenly—and it shouldn’t have been a surprise— claps and cheers were heard from behind the mast of the deck, from there Zoro, Nami and Usopp came out. Cheering happily from what they already knew from a long time, but they could finally be able to presence.

Your face tinted red as you stared shyly at your crew mates, Luffy, so uninterested as always just received the cheers with a big smile.

But, on the inside, you were happy, did happiness actually existed for pirates? Could you really be happy with him? This was like a dream come true you never wanted to end. Now you knew it wasn’t a sin neither something bad, it was love, a pure love…

A different love.

A/N: Short but i loved it! Hope ya’ like it too. Remember I’m takin’ requests.

#one piece #op #op x reader #male reader #one piece luffy #mugiwara no luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #gear 5 luffy #luffy #op luffy #luffydmonkey #straw hat luffy #homosexual

[deceasedream69]

Ignoring

Summary: Jake x reader. A little angsty but fluffy ending.

A/n: a lot of Spanish that doesn't really matter to the plot, so I'm not gonna translate.

Reader has scarlet with powers.

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- "but then, le dijo que no quería estar peleando, y todos estábamos viendo y..."

I got carried away with excitement as I was telling a story I considered funny to Jake. I liked the idea that because he spoke Spanish I could just let myself lose in my own native language.

- "I don't understand a thing you're narrating my darling, but you look so beautiful today"

That cut me off and I turned to look at the same face, but different person now. Did Steven really planned to come out right now in the middle of my conversation with Jake? Was Jake bored and just decided to switch and let my rambling for another alter. Of course that alter was going to be Steven.

- "hi, love, I'm sorry for the confusion, I was just gossiping with Jake", I kissed him sweetly and lay down with him before falling asleep. I still had a lot of doubts in my mind that I was sure I had to attend later.

-

- "y luego...", I started my experiment again, there's no way Jake was going to switch so fast, he's been with me for like 10 minutes, it'll be too suspicious or exactly the answer I was looking for. "Pero, pues, no me quise meter porque ya sabes cómo es Tara cuando..."

His eyes looked hypnotized, paying full attention to my words, brows furrowed together for brief moments and his head supported by his hand while he nodded to my words.

- "Hi, Steven", I smiled, tho, inside it hurted knowing damn well what just happened.

- "it always amazes me how you can tell us appart without even saying anything"

I kissed him sweetly.

- "have a good night, my love"

- "you too, my darling"

I couldn't hold it anymore, I was so angry. I checked Steven, he was deep into his sleep, carefully I got out of bed and walked out of the apartment.

A sigh escaped my mouth before walking towards the window. I crawled out of it, the fresh and cold air of the night hitting my face and making me easen up, but not enough.

I flew to where I knew I could let myself go freely. An abandoned building.

I came crushing through the ceiling, all the way from the top, to the bottom. When I reached the bottom I grabbed the first thing that crossed my path, smashing it against the wall, repeating the same over and over and over.

How could he do that to me, was I boring? Where my stories boring? If it's not about sex it isn't worth it to even be out? Just spending time together at least, no, it wasn't enough for him, I wasn't enough.

I broke, smashed and exploded the whole building down, kneeling in front of it when it was almost just ashes. But the last line still ringed through my mind.

I wasn't enough.

Moon knight's pov.

I felt when y/n left the bed, I thought she was just going to the bathroom, but a fair amount of time passed and she didn't come back. Lazily I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, my eyes not fully open and my steps clumsy.

- "babe", I knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay?"

I yawned and scratched the parts of my body that suddenly were itchy, as I grew more and more sleepy.

- "y/n?" I opened the bathroom door but there was no one there. "Y/n?!" I checked the entire apartment and she wasn't there.

- "this isn't funny, mi vida" I tried calling her but her phone was in the house, that's when I really got worried.

Until a spark caught my eye, outside the window.

The red lights glowing wild and standing out in the dark and lights dead city.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and got changed into my suit.

Y/n's pov.

I couldn't take it anymore, my powers blinked as I lowered my hands, my legs were shaking slightly and my head was spinning, making my vision go blurry.

Moon knight's pov.

When I arrived I was ready to fight whatever y/n was fighting, but an old building wasn't really a worthy opponent.

- "y/n?" I knelt in front of her, turning her slightly, caressing her cheek, she seemed fine, just tired. Taking her in my arms, we came back to the apartment, quickly taking my suit off.

Y/n's pov

Cold.

It was very cold.

I didn't like it, just wanted to stop feeling that coldness. I angrily groaned and tried to move, but my head felt heavy, trying to keep my eyes closed in case the lights could hurt them, but I started to open the slowly, very slowly.

- "too cold", I hugged my own body.

- "are you kidding me? You want me to burn my fingers?"

- "this is hot for you?", I whimpered and hugged myself tightly, putting my knees to my chest level.

- "stop complaining and we'll finish faster"

- "it's too cold"

He sighed in defeat.

- "fine", he turned the hot water knob just a little bit, but enough for my taste.

His touch was slow and careful, my hair was already washed when I woke up.

After picking me up from the bathtub and carrying me to the bed, get got me underwear and lay next to me.

- "can you explain to me what happened today?"

This wasn't Jake, it was softer.

- "thanks for going for me, Marc"

- "anytime, love, but that doesn't answer my question"

- "I got mad at Jake", I wasn't really maintaining eye contact. Too nervous and tired to even try.

- "why were you mad at Jake, love? What did he do?", he lifted my chin with his finger, everything was quiet, the whole moment was just us, which made me even more nervous to talk about what I felt, what happened... and how I couldn't really control my anger at the end.

- " can I talk to him?"

- "I thought your were mad at him"

- "I need to... please..."

He hugged me, making us spoon, him behind me, his arm snaked in front of me.

- "talk to me, mi Cielo"

- "do you think I'm boring? Does something I do makes you feel the need to stop listening to me so desperately you have to change alter"

- "what?", he whispered. I turned around, now facing him.

- "if you're not comfortable listening to something I'm saying, or you just find me annoying, you can just say so, and not make me waste my saliva", I said turning again so he was facing my back.

- "didn't mean to make you feel that way"

- "how did you expect me to react when you just changed to stop listening to me"

He just stayed silent and hold me tighter.

- "I don't always have the best responses, Steven does"

- "I wasn't telling the story to Steven, specially when I'm speaking Spanish", I closed my eyes, making sure I didn't get angry again.

- "tomorrow we're going to that new restaurant you told me about, and you're gonna tell me everything you want, and I'll listen"

- "you can tell me anything you want too, you can trust me", I said facing him again.

- "I know I can... I'm just not sure I deserve..."

- "don't you dare say that, mi Cielo, te amo, I love you with all my heart, and I always will, that's why I love speaking with you and spending time with you, just like I love doing any of those things with any of you three, but when I feel like you love doing it with me too"

- "I'm sorry", he grabbed my hand and kissed it

- "I'm sorry too", I kissed his hand too and he laughed.

- "I don't deserve you...", he smiled, "te amo"

- "te amo" I kissed him sweetly as we fell asleep holding each other.

The end :)

#imagines #fanfic #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley imagines #marc spector x you #steven grant #steven grant x you #moon knight imagine #moon knight imagin #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight system #moon knight x reader

[gennyanydots]

This is an official distress call, over

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f! Reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe. Can be read as a stand-alone but best enjoyed if you have some background.

Summary: Unca Wooster is having such a great day, especially since his favorite nephew is having an extended sleepover at his house. His girlfriend is even calling him in the middle of the day which she hardly ever does! Such a great day…… oh no.

Bradley was having such a great day.

He made pancakes for breakfast.

He got Eli to school on time.

He got to see his girlfriend for a minute or two at drop off.

He made it to work on time.

He got to fly.

Just such a great day. He’s been loving all of the extra Unca Wooster time he’s been getting in. Jake and his wife wanted to go away for an extended weekend for their anniversary and Bradley was first in line to watch his favorite nephew. He might have thrown some elbows to beat out Coyote but nobody needs to know that. (He’s not sorry)

Penny, Mav, and Amelia have Ellie for the weekend. Mav made sure to pull Bradley aside and let him know that if he needed help with Eli to just let them know.

Pshaw! Why would he need help with Eli? He’s the best kid ever! Bradley still wonders how Hangman could have made such a great kid. Must have been all his wife’s genes because he definitely doesn’t see Jake in the kiddo at all.

Bradley was on his lunch break when he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

A surprise call from his girlfriend! See?! Best day ever!

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He says as he answers his phone.

“Bradley, what the f word did you do?!?!” His girlfriend scream-whispers to him on the phone.

Huh. He wasn’t expecting that at all. What could he have done? He’s been having the best day ever so clearly it had to be nothing.

“Ummmmmm nothing? What are you talking about? What’s wrong, honey?”

He hears you sigh, “What did you watch last night with Eli?” He can hear some sort of commotion where you are but can’t quite make heads or tails of it. Probably in your classroom, which you shouldn’t be, you should be on your lunch break right now.

Bradley thinks back, they watched a lot of stuff, “Umm Paw Patrol, we watched some Bluey, threw in some Wild Kratts for educational purposes, and then I think Jaws was on when he was falling asleep. I put him to bed once it was over.”

“You let a baby watch Jaws?!?!” You scream-whisper at him again.

“Hey! He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy. He barely watched it. He fell asleep after like 20 minutes.”

“I’m gonna beat your a word. I really am. Is Phoenix there? Let me talk to her.”

“Why the violence, honey? I’m sure he’s fine,” Bradley assumes.

“Oh my sweet naive and dumb boyfriend. You think he’s okay? That’s cute. That’s really cute. Super cute. He’s definitely not clinging to me right now sobbing and telling me he’s never going in the ocean again because he’s going to get ‘eated by the scary gray shark in the water.’ and he definitely isn’t refusing to lay down because what if a shark gets him in his sleep,” you say exasperatedly.

Ohh. Fuck. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have let him watch Jaws,” Bradley said as he hung his head.

“Ya think?! Oh my God. I can’t believe you let him watch that. You’re never getting him to sleep tonight. It was a miracle the rest of the class went down for naps because when one overtired kid cries then they all cry. And they were all asking me why Eli won’t go in the ocean anymore and why sharks are scary.”

Bradley winces. Maybe he could wear him out a little when he picks him up. Let him play for hours at the playground.

He hears his girlfriend sigh then hears a kissing noise that he assumes went onto his nephew’s head. Poor little guy.

“Before you even ask I already told him I would come over and help protect him. He’s clung to me all morning and if his parents aren’t home and it’s just you then he clearly needs a responsible adult.”

“Hey now, I’m a responsible adult,” Bradley grumbles.

“But are you? Because you let him watch Jaws and I don’t think you’re allowed to be in charge of the tv anymore,” you say. He can hear you mumbling something to Eli.

“That’s….. fair. That’s a fair choice. You are in charge of the tv.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna google some shark week stuff that shows sharks NOT eating people to help this little boy out.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit. Bye honey. Tell Eli I love him and that I would never let anything happen to him,” Bradley said with a sigh.

“You got it. Bye Bradley,” you say before the call disconnects.

Bradley runs a hand down his face.

“Why so glum?” A voice asks, walking up from behind him.

“I did something stupid,” Bradley explains while he turns to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix laughs, “What else is new? So what’d you do?”

“I traumatized Eli.”

Phoenix smacks Bradley’s arm, “Why the hell would you do that?! That poor sweet boy!”

Bradley pulls his arm closer to him then rubs it, “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

Phoenix leers at Bradley, “Don’t do stupid things. What. Did. You. Do?”

Bradley sighs, “I let Eli watch a little bit of Jaws last night and now he’s terrified of the ocean and won’t nap because he’s scared a shark is going to get him in his sleep. Don’t worry, I already got yelled at over it.”

Phoenix gasps, “You should lose custody. Like immediately. No more Eli for you.”

“My girlfriend said she’s coming over tonight because Eli needs a responsible adult,” Bradley explains.

Phoenix laughs, “Only you would get yelled at and then essentially grounded by your girlfriend.”

“Jake’s wife grounds us all, all the time.”

Phoenix shakes her head and points at Bradley, “No, she grounds you all. She’s never grounded me. I don’t do stupid stuff like this.”

Bradley grumbles.

“Well let me know if your girlfriend can’t stay the whole weekend and Eli needs a different responsible adult. I’m happy to help,” Phoenix smirks at Bradley.

“I got him. I won’t do something like this again. Promise.”

“Suuuuuure ya do,” Phoenix says as she shakes her head at Bradley.

When Bradley went to pick Eli up that afternoon Eli raced into Bradley’s arms, scrambling to get picked up.

“Woah buddy! Slow down! I got ya,” Bradley says as he scoops Eli up to gently set him on his hip.

“I can’t be down, Unca Wooster, I can’t!” Eli said as he hid his face against Bradley’s chest.

It was then that it hit Bradley just how bad he messed up. Poor kiddo. He felt so bad.

He watched as you walked over to the two of them holding Eli’s backpack, “He can’t be down, Unca Wooster, he can’t.” You shook your head as you handed Bradley Eli’s backpack.

Bradley holds Eli close as he leans to speak to you, “I’m gonna fix this.”

You shake your head, “No, I AM going to fix this. Don’t worry. I got a plan. You’re taking us to the aquarium tomorrow by the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” You wink at Bradley as you walk back towards the rest of your students.

Bradley sure hopes you have a plan because he sure as hell doesn’t.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x female reader #rooster x f!reader #spitfire universe

[immajustvibehere]

Drunk Kisses - High Honor

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Summary: A drunk reader gives Arthur Morgan a kiss. (High Honor Version! For Low Honor click here)

drabble: 950 words

Sean had been rescued and his high spirits were so contagious that most people were merry and drunk before the sun had set. People were flirting, couples were dancing, and friends were sharing drinks. You observed all of this amusedly with blurry sight.

"Tilly, will ya excuse me for a second?", you asked, a big grin growing on your face when you saw Arthur getting up from a conversation he had been having with Hosea. He laughed, patted the old man on the back and strut towards the campfire to join Miss Grimshaw and a couple of others who were just striking up a song.

"Arthur!", you slurred.

"Jeez, Miss y/l/n. How many have you had?", Arthur chuckled when he saw you stumble towards him. He too, had emptied two or three bottles, just enough to make it easier to laugh about your stagger and enjoying how warm his cheeks felt when he saw your slightly dishevelled clothes.

"Would you pleaseee dance with me?", you asked. Truth be told, you wanted to ask him this a couple of times before, only ever really having the courage when you were drunk, but the occasion never felt so right as it did tonight.

"Ya even capable of setting one foot in front of another?", Arthur asked with a smile, already extending his arm for you to hold on to and lead you to the space where Molly and Dutch were dancing.

"Not really to be quite honest with you", you mumbled, "But I know you got me."

You waited for Arthur's hand to settle on your hip before you put yours on his shoulder. When Arthur took the first step, you almost toppled over, but his grip was firm and prevented you from ever stumbling too far away. Arthur corrected every slip you made, though after a while both of you couldn't help laughing about the movements you were making. It was anything but gracious.

"You two call this dancing?", Dutch yelled over. You ignored him.

"Y/n if we go on, I don't know how long I can keep you from falling over. Things start spinnin' in my head", Arthur laughed, again pressing you close to him, as your knees threatened to buckle from all the laughing.

"It only started to spin for you now!?", you cried incredulous, "I haven't seen straight for the last half an hour!"

"I can tell!", Arthur answered, slowly loosening his grip on you when he felt that you stood firmly. You were catching your breath, still holding Arthur's sleeve.

"Thank you", you smiled.

"Any time", Arthur answered sweetly, wondering where this weird feeling in his stomach suddenly came from. And then you suddenly came closer, pressing a small kiss into the corner of his mouth. The beard tickled, so when you backed up again, you grinned and repeated: "Thank you."

Arthur wasn't processing quick enough. He just stood there, stiff and confused with the feeling in his stomach going wild. He watched as you staggered off, heading towards the campfire and the singing group. He joined a couple of moments later, sitting down on a log opposite to you. You had decided to sober up a bit. Not necessarily because you wanted to, but you feared that another drink would knock you out entirely. Arthur was considering getting more drunk, because he started to fear things, he never thought he would care so much about.

Was that a friendly kiss? Had you aimed for the cheek and simply hit a bit off target because of your drunkenness? Or did you like him? Sometimes, he thought you were overly friendly and caring towards him, but he always explained that away with you seeing him as a good friend. But suddenly he wasn't so sure anymore. And then he feared he was overthinking. You were drunk, you probably didn't even know what you were doing, even less remember it in the morning.

The night went on, and you were one of those people heading off to bed earlier than the rest. You didn't notice Arthur following you until you tripped over a root, but he was there to grab your arm and keep you steady.

"Careful", Arthur mumbled.

"Sure. Thanks", you smiled. Did you see his thoughts running wild? Maybe. But you were tired and still a bit inebriated.

"Y/n. I think I gotta tell ya something", Arthur started, "'m real sorry if I'm oversteppin' a line or s'thing...but I..."

He took off his hat and fumbled around with it. The silence and awkwardness of the situation was so clear and so long-lasting, even your slow brain was catching up to what was happening.

I like you. God damn, he couldn't say it. Maybe it had been one drink too few.

"Nevermind, I'll let ya go to bed", Arthur was about to turn around when you grabbed his hand.

"No. I'm curious now", you smiled.

"It's nothing, really", Arthur nodded.

"It is. Because I can tell you've been thinking about it a lot."

Arthur sighed: "Guess I just wanted to thank you again, for the dance."

"Is it that, or do you want me to thank you again for the dance?", you smiled, tilting your head. It took a couple of seconds until Arthur caught on, but then he blushed.

"I- I don't wanna take advantage of ya bein' drunk an' all that", Arthur stammered on.

You shook your head smilingly and stepped closer. Just enough to leave a couple of inches between your faces. You whispered a "You won't. Drunk or not, I've liked you for a long time now" and waited until he closed the gap between you and your lips met again.

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Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Chrissy x Fem!plus size reader

A/N: Why hey there my darlings. Welcome back to my story. I'm finally home and have been working on this. Hope you guys are still with me. Anywho, thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to share your thoughts. I'm always open to suggestions and comments. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all the photos I used are not mine. I got them from a Google search. So credit to the original posters.

Word count: 4,400+

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, smut, unprotected sex, slightly submissive Eddie and not proof read.

Part 5: When we're together.

" Hey Chris."

" Ed? Where are you?"

"Uhh I'm with y/n."

" Oh... You spent the night again?"

Eddie leaned on the counter. " Yeah. So umm... I uhh I'm gonna have to give you a raincheck for tonight."

" Seriously?"

" Y-yeah. Sorry."

Chrissy was quiet for a minute. But then he heard her laugh. " You guys had sex."

" I-"

" Oh Ed. You totally had sex. How was it?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. " I'm not going to tell you how it was Chrissy."

" Aww common. Was it good? Did you cum? I hope you wore a condom."

That's when it dawned on him.

Fuck!

His silence gave her all the answers.

" Well hopefully she's on birth control. If not, go get her a plan b. We don't want any unexpected pregnancies."

" Chrissy-"

A soft good morning caught his attention. His eyes found your sleepy ones. Your hair was a little wild and you were bear foot rubbing your eyes.

" I gotta go." He said right before he hung up the phone. " Morning sweetheart."

You smiled sweetly at him and sat at the table. Yawning a little.

His heart melted into one big puddle of happiness. He went to you and pushed your hair back. Giving you a quick but soft kiss. Just as he was about to pull away he heard crackling coming from the stove.

" Oh shit!"

He went and reached for the pan that had the bacon he was cooking. While grabbing the handle, the pain from the cast iron burned him. He jerked his hand away.

"JESUS H CHRIST!"

Next thing he knew you were right next to him turning off the stove and pulling him to the sink. Running cold water over the burn. He studied you. How gentle you were. How you tried to sooth him by rubbing his back. In this moment he knew he picked the right person to be with. More than ever he felt love fill him.

" Bud. You need to be careful."

When you looked at him, you looked sad.

" I'm sorry sweetheart. I was trying to make you breakfast."

You looked back at his hand. " You- you were making me breakfast?"

He furrowed his brow for a second. " Did I do something wrong?"

You quickly shook your head. " No… it's just… I never had a guy cook for me before."

He frowned. " I'm sorry…but hey once my hand doesn't hurt anymore. I'm gonna make you the best omelet you've ever had."

You smiled a little. " Common curls. I have burn cream in the water closet."

Water closet? Fucking adorable.

He followed you into the bathroom and hopped up on the counter. You grabbed your first aid kit from one of the drawers and started patting the ointment over the wound with your index finger. Being so delicate and careful. It nearly took his breath away.

He reached for your chin. Lifting it so you could look at him. He looked back and forth between your eyes. He saw little puffy bags and the faint crows feet around them. All he could think was how beautiful you were.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Moving the hand on your chin to the side of your neck. Pulling at you to come closer. Then the kissing escalated. His hand hurt but he didn't care. He needed to touch you.

-

Once on the ground you were straddling him. You had just sunk down on him, waiting for your body to get used to the stretch. Eddie was by far the biggest you've had. His cock was absolutely gorgeous. The veins that protruded made your mouth water. His brownish pink tip was amazing. Even more so when it throbbed inside you.

Normally sex was ...ehh. The only time you could climax was on top. And never by penetration alone. It took a while but eventually you would get there. That was one of the problems you had with your ex. He always complained that you took too long when you were on bottom. So that's when you learned you could do it faster on top.

Last night was obviously bad. Well for you. But Eddie felt good and it was fine for what it was. You weren't lying when you said he made you feel good. His body fit so well. His kisses were perfect. And his rough hands were so gentle. The fact that he came so fast was actually flattering. The only thing that was better than that was now you and him were finally together.

A small part of you thought maybe he would get what he wanted and then never talk to you again. However, you shut that thought down. He never did or said anything that would make you doubt his intentions. He wanted more than just sex. He made that clear last night.

Just like he made it clear he wanted to make you cum. Hence the position you were in.

-

Eddie wanted to focus on you this morning. That's why you still had your shirt on. If he had you take it off, your tits would distract him. So this was happening. He was going to last.

Your walls fluttered around him as you slowly rolled your hips. He left his hands on your hips and let you control the situation. You sighed a little, making him look up at you. While leaning over you used his chest for balance. That's when you started rocking back and forth faster. He looked down and saw your small bundle of nerves rubbing against his little hairs.

Whimpers grew louder and breathing became quicker.

You felt amazing and you looked so good. Face slightly scrunched and lips pressed to not be too loud.

He tried his best to hold back for you. Doing anything he could to not move. But he failed. He raised his hip to the right. This causing a sharp gasp from you. You stopped moving and he dropped his hip back down.

" Y-y/n? Shit I'm sorry."

He saw you swallow and shake your head.

" N-no…I-"

He sat up and cupped your face.

" Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"Umm yes and no."

You opened your eyes and stared at him. " It…was good. Can- can you do it again?"

" Sweetheart if it hurts I'm not gonna do that."

You then gave him a kiss. In the process saying a soft please.

"Oh-okay." He whispered against your lips.

You started to move again and he lifted. You threw your head back and moaned/gasped as he felt his head push against a soft spot.

Sh-shit. Right there huh?

" OH MY G-" your cry caught in your throat.

When you rocked forward again he would lift. Your body shook and moans couldn't be held back. He was so close and your pulsating walls gave you away. He laid back down to try and get more support. However you leaned over, burying your face in his neck. His hands went to your ass and raised it a bit. While holding you there he fucked up into you. Making sure to get that angle that made you feel good.

Fuck? Almost baby?

"F-faster."

You grabbed his shoulder and held it tight. As he pounded hard and fast.

" OOOOHHHH M-MMMYYYY GGGGOODDDDD!"

Eddie felt the most amazing squeeze of his life. You came so hard that your body was trembling. He held onto you for dear life as he exploded into you.

Once both of you were done, you laid there coming down from the high.

" You…you okay?" He said breathlessly.

" Mmmm. Better than okay."

He helped you off and pulled you into his arms.

" Sweetheart? That was…" he sighed. " Damn."

He felt you nod.

" I think you bruised my cervix."

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. " Have you ever had that spot hit before?"

You shook your head.

" I hope it wasn't too much."

You hummed. " No. Not at all. Honestly, I never came like that before. It's like I can still feel you hitting it."

Your body shivered at the thought. " I umm I'm sorry if it wasn't as good for you."

He furrowed his brow. " You're joking?"

You looked up at him.

" Sweetheart, I have never came that hard in my life."

You giggled a little.

You guys laid there for a while before Eddie thought about what Chrissy said.

" Umm y/n? Should I go to the pharmacy and get you a uhh plan b?"

You cleared your throat. " Uhh you don't have to. I'm on the pill. But thanks for thinking about me."

" I always think about you."

You sat up and scoffed a little. " Bud you already have me. No need to keep trying."

He grinned. " I plan on keeping you so…"

You smiled at him. " Common curls. Let's get cleaned up."

…

The weekend was magic. Eddie spent the whole time with you. When Monday came the dread started sinking in. He had to go home. But when he walked into the apartment, it didn't feel like home anymore. Chrissy wasn't there so that was a plus. Still, it felt weird being there. He got dressed and packed a bag. He planned on staying with you for the week.

What he should've been doing was preparing to break up with Chrissy. However, being with you was all he could think about. You invaded his thoughts. Your smell and touch consumed him. Finally he had someone who wanted him as much as he wanted them.

For the whole week he played house. He loved going to bed and waking up with you. Though the weekend was absolutely amazing. The week that followed was better. You guys didn't make love though. With work and house stuff. You were tired. More often than not you would fall asleep with him on the couch. Which he loved more than anything. You were so comfortable and looked so pretty when you were snuggled up to him.

The following week you were flying to Montana to spend Christmas with Paul's In-laws. Eddie obviously didn't want you to go. At the same time, it was probably for the best. He had planned on ending things with Chrissy right after Christmas. Not knowing how she would take it. It would have been good if you were out of state if things got messy.

Before you left you had invited him over to exchange Christmas gifts. You had made a nice little dinner and played Die Hard.

" This is definitely a Christmas movie." You stated.

" Absolutely not. This is an action movie."

You guys had been going back and forth. Neither one of you willing to admit they were wrong. Missing most of the movie because of it.

Eddie had a way to get you to concede though.

You were mid-sentence when he grabbed your feet and pulled you so that he could pin you. With your hands held above your head he smirked while you tried to wriggle free.

" Eddieeee. That's not-"

He cut you off by placing a bittersweet kiss on your lips. It instantly turned into something more until you bit his lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make him press his erection against your thigh and growl. He made the mistake by letting go of one wrist and went for your chest. That's when you raised and twisted your hand in his hair, tugging it hard enough to pull him away from your lips.

He groaned. " Fuck sweetheart."

You grinned at him. "Hurts?"

He tried to kiss you, but you held him where he was.

" Mmmm bud." You nudged towards the TV. " Tell me that's a Christmas movie."

He tried for a kiss again but you didn't budge.

" Tell me Eddie and I'll let you kiss me."

He pressed his dick harder against you and groaned at the friction.

" Jokes on you sweets. I like when you're rough."

Your eyes turned dark and your grin turned sinister.

" You naughty boy." You whispered while letting go of his hair, you cupped his face and lifted to press your lips softly against his. " I'm a good girl Eddie."

You stared up at him with those big eyes of yours and his heart ached. He was a fool in love.

He ran his thumb on the apple of your cheek. " My sweet girl…You're right baby. It's a Christmas movie."

The little smile on your lips made him all warm and happy. But then you pushed him to sit up and laughed.

" Ha! Gotcha curls."

He chuckled, shaking his head. Watching you head to the tree to grab a present.

You sat happily across from him, placing it on his lap.

He grinned at you and ripped the pretty wrapping paper. When he opened it, he could help the joy he felt. You must have worked so hard on it. When he originally suggested homemade gifts, he thought that pricey presents were too much too soon. But the fact that you were so excited when you agreed, made him happy.

Normally Chrissy would have him spend money he definitely didn't have for some jewelry, that being a mechanic couldn't really afford. He would work extra hours for most of the year just to see her face when she opened her gift. However this year he didn't spend a shit load like he had previous years. He just got her a pair of earrings.

So as he stared down at his crochet stuffed bat and hand sewed Corroded Coffin patch, he was truly grateful for how wonderful they were.

" His name is Batty."

" Sweetheart…I love them."

He looked at you and saw you blushing.

" I-I hope you like them."

He laughed and went to grab yours. When he came back his box was just a bit bigger than yours. You held out your hands. Once he handed it to you, he sat dowm. Putting his arm around your shoulders. He watched you lift the box and shake it.

" You better. Or I'll take them back…Now gimme mine." You teased.

" Hmmm." You hummed.

You pulled the ribbon off and lifted the lid.

" Oh shit!" You said pulling out the metal cow. " Oh bud! I love it."

" I made it with old mufflers. You can use it as a hanging planter."

You turned to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and tried to hang it on a hook above the counter. He chuckled watching you struggle a little before he got up and helped you.

You beamed at him. " Now the room is complete."

He pushed back your hair and kissed your neck. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around him.

" I'm tired Eddie. Please stay with me tonight."

He nodded. " Whenever you want me to stay. I will."

…

You smiled as he led you to bed. In which neither of you got much sleep.

Eddie was sitting on the couch in the middle of the following week. He was driving himself crazy. This distance between you two felt like a part of him was missing. He had checked out flights to see you. But, during the holidays the prices were outrageous.

He kept thinking that maybe he could dip into his savings and go. However, that would be weird. Right? If he just showed up to the hotel you were staying at. At the same time he couldn't stand being away from you.

His alarm went off on his watch while he was contemplating whether or not to leave. When it did he got so happy. He practically ran to the phone. Just a few seconds later it rang.

" Hey sweetheart."

He heard you giggle. " Hey bud."

" So you're calling to tell me you're coming home right now?"

" Well no…I called to tell you that one, I miss you."

He smiled. " I miss you more."

" Not possible."

He chuckled. " Stranger things have happened."

" True."

He grinned. " So the second thing?"

You were quiet for a second before he heard you sigh. " Plans changed."

" What…what changed?"

" I'm sorry bud. Looks like I'm not coming home until after New Years."

He frowned and felt a prickle tears behind his eyes.

" Eddie?"

He cleared his throat and shook his head. " Yeah. Sorry. Ummm. Okay."

It got quiet and he swore he heard you sniffle.

" Are you crying?" He asked

" N-no. It's just really cold here. Making my nose all runny."

He knew you were and wanted to hug you.

" Baby please come home soon. I miss you so much."

" I-I will."

" Promise sweetheart?"

He heard you sniffle again. " Pinky."

The next two days he moped around. Work was slow and Chrissy was either working or shopping. He went with her a few times, but being no help picking out gifts she eventually did it without him.

When he said goodbye he knew the next week and a half was going to be incredibly lonely. Not that he didn't have Chrissy. But because the one person he wanted most of all was states away.

...

The day before Christmas Eve Eddie was sitting on the couch, wrapping gifts when Chrissy came from the bedroom and tossed his duffle bag on the seat next to him.

" You're done."

He furrowed his brow. " What the hell are you talking about?"

She put her hand on her hip and held out a plane ticket. " You leave in 3 hours."

Eddie was confused until he looked at the ticket. She had bought him a round trip to see you.

" Chris- I…No I'm supposed to be here with you."

" You don't want to be Ed. I'm tired of seeing you sulk around. So just go…you know you'll feel better when you see her."

When he finally looked at her, he saw a glimpse of the girl he fell for a long time ago. That nice girl. Only now he knew that though she once was the girl of his dreams. She wasn't anymore. The person he wanted more than anything was a plane ride away. And he now had a ticket to her.

He got up and gave Chrissy a hug and a kiss on her hair. Whispering a thank you. Afterwards, he got his bag and left.

Chrissy waited a minute before she made a phone call.

" Babe?"

She smiled. " Hey babe."

" How did it go?"

She sighed. " I'm sorry Jason. I…I want him to have a good Christmas before I do this."

Jason sighed too. " It's okay babe. But when he gets back you have to tell him."

" I know. I will. The second he gets back. I'll tell him."

" Okay…so I'm gonna stop and grab you some stuff. Anything special you want?"

Chrissy smiled. " Mmmm pickles sound good."

" Bread and butter?"

" Yes babe. Oh and ice cream."

…

Eddie had just gotten to the hotel and was surprised at how nice it was. Like there was a chandelier in the lobby and everything. You hadn't said anything about it other than it had a soft bed. 

He walked up to the counter to ask for a room. Wanting to shower and shave before he saw you. What he wasn't expecting was to see you across the lobby in the pool area. No longer caring if he smelled like a plane or that he had a five o'clock shadow. He told the receptionist that he found who he was there for and she let him into the pool. 

The second he walked in he saw Natalie in the shallow end with Paul. She was about to call out to him but he put his finger over his lips and pointed at you. She covered her mouth and giggled. He then waved to Paul and got a surprised look. Not caring about it right now he put his bag down and quietly went. You had your head resting on your arms. When he rounded the corner that's when he saw you had your eyes closed. He smiled and once he got close enough he squatted down and admired your beauty. He reached over and moved a strand of hair away from your face. You immediately slapped his hand away, lifted your head and opened your eyes. 

He smirked and held up his hands.

" Sorry sweetheart. It's just me."

The anger faded from your eyes and filled with what he assumed were happy tears.

" Eddie?"

He laughed a little. " Hi."

" H-hi. Oh my God. I…You're-" 

Without a second thought he sat down at the edge of the pool and jumped in. Making you gasp then giggle. When he came back up he pushed his hair back and grabbed you. Pulling you into a big hug.

" I can't believe this. How?" You said hugging him tighter.

He leaned back a little. " Don't be mad. But uh Chris bought me a ticket. I guess she couldn't stand me seeing me missing you."

You looked back and forth between his eyes. " I'm not mad. I'm actually really happy she did."

He pulled you back into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

" Me too."

…

Eddie had just finished shaving and saw you blow drying his wallet and everything in it. 

" Sweetheart, it's fine. I'll just put them on the heater." He went to you and took the hair dryer, turning it off. 

You went and sat on the bed. Patting the spot next to you. He came and plopped down. Pulling you into a kiss. When it became more he tried to lay you down but you pushed against him. Causing him to break the kiss.

" Are…are you okay? Did I -"

You turned to him and held his hand. " Bud, I need to tell you something."

All the worst possible things came to mind. But the absolute worst was that you were breaking up with him. 

" I can't tell you what it means to me that you came all this way. I honestly can't believe Chrissy did this. And I feel like I should bake her a cake or something…but I need to get how I feel off my chest."

Here it comes. God please.

" I like that we're together. Well more than like. You're amazing. And a really great boyfriend…but-"

You were cut off by a knock on the door. You sighed and went to answer it. 

" Hey champ. Sorry to bother you. But uhhh Natalie requested that you tuck her in."

You looked back at him and gave you a small smile.

" I'll be right back."

He nodded and went to the door too. " Take your time. I uhh want to talk to Paul for a second."

You gave him a worried look but he placed a kiss on your head to reassure you.

Once you went across the hall, Eddie motioned for Paul to come in.

" Erm Paul. Dude I'm sorry I just showed up. Truthfully, I didn't plan this. And I don't expect you to be happy with me here. But I'm asking you to please be okay with us. I'm-" he did a small laugh. " I'm crazy about your sister man. She makes me happy. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that not a day goes by that she won't feel as good as she makes me."

Paul put his hands in his pockets and pressed his lips together. " I'm gonna hold you to that guy…but if there ever comes a day where you don't want this anymore…Don't hurt her. Just-just give her back."

For the first time since he met Paul, he finally saw him smile. He then held out his hand.

Eddie shook his head. " Not gonna happen." He scratched the back of his head. So nervous to say the next part. But it was what he felt.

" I'm in love with her... This feels different. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. And I'm not gonna sit here and try to convince you that I'm the perfect guy. Because no one is. Just know that I'm in this. I'm in. All the way. Until she doesn't want me anymore. Even if I can't always be with her. I will always be there for her."

" I can respect that." 

Eddie took his hand and gave him a firm shake. 

When Paul went back out he saw you leaning against the wall next door.

" Did you-"

You smiled at the ground. " Every word."

Paul said goodnight and you went in. 

Eddie was sitting patiently at the edge of the bed for you.

" Hi sweetheart."

" Hey." You said making your way to him.

While pushing his bangs back you kissed his forehead. He closed his eyes and held onto your waist. When you pulled away he cupped your face pulling you into a kiss. You softly hummed against him and moved to put a knee on either side of his thighs. Slowly lowering yourself on his lap. 

Your hands went into his hair as he rocked your hips back and forth. A minute passed and he went for your shirt. But you grabbed his hand and leaned back.

 " Eddie…I don't want to share you anymore…I want to be the only one you're with."

He licked his lips and tucked your hair behind your ear. " I want that too."

" You do?"

He smiled. " Yeah. I just want you."

" So…what do we do?"

He placed gentle kisses on your neck before answering.

" I can do it now. Or I can wait and do it the second we get home."

You took a moment to respond. And for that moment he thought he should just call Chris and end it. 

" Chrissy deserves more than just a phone call don't you think?"

He met your gaze and nodded. " Yeah. She does. It's just I don't want to go another day without her knowing that I'm yours."

You gave him a little kiss before climbing off of him. He watched as you got under the covers.

" Y/n?"

" Eww."

He raised a brow. " What?"

Your brows knitted together. " How dare you call me by my government name. If I am to be you only girl. I will accept the following as my pet name."

You gave him a mischievous smile and moved so that your lips just grazed his.

You went on to list a bunch of names. But told him your favorite was sweetheart.

He chuckle and climbing in with you. "Fine. Sweetheart? I mean this with all the respect in the world. Baby can I please feel that perfect little pussy?"

" Sure…once I'm your only girl, you can have me whenever you want." You gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned around. " Goodnight curls."

Eddie sighed in frustration and wrapped an arm around your tummy and pulled you closer.

" Goodnight y/n."

You looked over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes at him. He gave you a smirk and a kiss on your nose. " Night baby."

…

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Never Could Have Been Worse (Vash the Stampede x Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Reader has been feeling fearful and avoid going outside because of the lurking dangers when they meet the Humanoid Typhoon himself.

Warning: reader being held at gunpoint, very little shooting action

You nervously smile as the innkeeper woman is wearing you down with another scold early up in the morning. “This has been a week and don't think that I'm gonna fall for it even if your made up reasons are different every time! Honestly, I think I've already been too lenient on you but you're not picking yourself up either so you're going to—oh hey Vash! Come here!”

The blond man in crimson trenchcoat looks up as he approaches her with a clueless smile. “ssup, lady? Ya need something?”

“Damn right, I do, accompany this person out and find a job for them. I really can't handle them being around cooped up in here anymore for 7 days straight!” she leaves you with a pat on the shoulder and whispers. “Good luck, you'll really need it.”

Quickly you glance between her back and his tilting face. “You doing alright?” he asks, gently smiling.

With a hesitant nod, you answer him while wondering if he's that Vash the Stampede. “Yeah... um, I'm fine, sorry I got you in a bind I ..didn't even wanted.” your sigh is followed by his perking up voice.

“Don't mind me! Hey, how 'bout we take a stroll outside? Maybe tell me your thoughts while we're at it?” Vash points at the door with his thumb.

On the way, you tell him about how your circumstances led you to stay in the inn before getting kicked out is just like any other day—a bad habit of your cowardly self trying to avoid danger in these wild places. Whenever you're out, you just feel as if anything could happen to put you in a death's chokehold for a good moment.

“Ah, I know the feeling, you ain't alone there... I wish the reaper would buzz off for once darn it!” he dabs his tears with a handkerchief out of nowhere.

It's weird that the so-called paranoid feeling is disappearing down bit by bit as you're walking in peace with him.

“I'm just glad you're surviving till this moment—”

You come to a pause behind Vash. A gun aimed at your temple by a man who raises his voice roughly. “Put your weapons down if you don't want this person hurt, Vash the Stampede!”

You nearly smack a hand to your face. Of course you got to be involved with the guy himself, he's like the whirlpool of dangers at this point.

Vash stops without turning his back. He pulls out the guns from his pocket in a slow motion. “Now, now, let's solve this peacefully yeah? I wouldn't want anybody get hurt y'know!”

The man behind you shouts again. “I-if you do what I said!!” he releases the safety luck on the gun in a shaking grip.

Risking it, you are about to send a kick backwards but Vash already went straight to shot the man's gun out his hand.

With you stepping aside and securing the gun, Vash walks closer towards him when two girls come out of nowhere—already tying up the guy for good. “Thank God that doesn't result in other casualties.” The shorter one of them speaks up, agreed by the other with long hair beside her.

“Good job for another one, Mr. Vash!”

“No probs.” he turns to you with a faltering smile. “Are you alright? That must've been real scary for you. My bad.” Vash scratches his head as he slumps down, dejected.

“It's fine, you saved me anyway. Then, are you really... Vash the Stampede?”

He raises his eyebrows. “That's me a'ight.”

“At least you're not as scary as I thought, I'm glad you're just a nice guy overall. Thank you.” You smile.

“...Aww—haha, thanks, but I'm not that—”

The long-haired girl claps her hands as her statement is backed up by the short girl's sigh. “Congratulations, Mr. Vash! You finally get yourself a friend who appreciates you!”

“Gee, is the world coming to an end? I kind of feel worried...”

“You girls don't have to be that cruel...” Vash mumbles, about to cry.

Amidst of their bickering, you let out a small laughter which Vash takes notice in. He walks to your side. “Are you feeling better now? That stroll wasn't so bad now, was it? 'scuse me for the gun part though.” He muster up a smile.

“...Thanks to you. But honestly, I'm thinking it will be worsening from here on out. Am I even going to survive just by myself..?”

He narrows his eyes, staring at you intensely. “That shouldn't do! You should survive, you will! You've come this far already, don'tcha think that's big enough of an impact you have?”

“Well, true but I—”

You nod. In the near future, you two will meet again someday after you improve yourself better, having enough courage and experience to go explore with him. You both say your goodbyes to each other then leave with your back turned on the opposite way as he waves off.

“No buts! And you don't have to be that rough with yourself.” He gives you a warm grin and pats your back. “It won't be easy but you still got yourself standing here, I believe in you! By that, I hope you can believe in yourself sooner or later. Take your steps slow and steady, you hear me?”

“Remember; love and peace, that includes yourself. See ya later!”

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