#LIKE OBV OBV WE BEEN KNEW HE'S BEEN IN LOVE SINCE DAY ONE BUT

[malecftw]

Dirt - Tom Blyth

A/N: Duuuuuuuude, I feel like I'm in an alternate universe. Never would I have thought I'd ever be writing again, years later! Please please please let me know what you guys think since this is my first story back. It'll probably play a part in wether or not I'll write more since I obvs love writing, but a writer isn't a writer without readers.

Enjoy xx

Warnings: fluff.

(Not my gif obvs)

The cool breeze of the opening car door makes you smile. The vehicle moves slightly as someone sits in the driver's seat. After some rustling you hear: "Open up." You do as you're told and open your lips slightly, only to feel the cool metal of a reusable straw. A groan escapes your lips as you taste your favorite cooled beverage. By now, he knew all your favorites by heart, just like he knew your dislike for the standard paper straws they've started using everywhere. You're all for saving the planet, but paper should never be sucked on. You lean your head against the headrest as you turn your head towards the driver's seat, even though your eyes could only see black.

"Does this mean you're gonna be my servant all day?" You hear a chuckle. "Don't get used to it hot stuff. You're only blindfolded until we get there." You puckered your lips, "and where is there exactly?" you try again. For months, he's been keeping you in the dark about what he had planned for your birthday. He hyped it up quite a bit so your curiosity only grew as it led you to this moment, literally in the dark about the whole thing. He just kissed your lips and you knew that was the only answer you were gonna get.

The drive was filled with your favorite music, the occasional chatter and regular hand kisses as he held yours in your lap. Although you couldn't see anything, you weren't bored. It was rare that you got to spend much time together, so even this was a treat. You still found it crazy how he had been able to persuade the producers and director to film around your birthday. Well, persuading isn't exactly the right word. He had a few different gigs lined up, so he could basically tell them: "Give me these days off, or I'm going for the other job."

He was always the assertive one in the relationship. Especially when it came to you. Any free moment he could get, he would make sure to capitalize on it just so he could spend it with you. Ever since you guys met at Julliard, you'd been absolutely smitten with eachother.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the car came to a halt. "Slow down tiger." He said, quickly grabbing your hand moving towards the blindfold. "Tooooooom, please..." you whined, squeezing his hand. "You'll find out soon enough, trust me. Now I'm going to come over to your side to help you get out okay. No peeking."

The dramatic sigh that left your lips made him laugh, loving the advantage he had over you. As you play with a loose thread on your jean overall he opens the door. Grabbing your waist, he lifts you out of the Jeep, squeezing your sides in the process.

"Okay, take off your blindfold on my mark." He exclaims, followed by alot of shuffling, making you aware of multiple people present. "Go for it babe." He says loudly, and you do as he says.

The sight infront of you startles you, not at all what you expected. It feels like you're in some kind of national park. Only stones, sand and dirt in sight. If you exclude the group of people infront of you that is.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Everyone shouts at the same time and you jump back a little in surprise. In front of you are you closest friends, as well as some of Tom's coworkers you'd been lucky enough to get close to. A few Billy The Kid costars were also there, you assumed the others had to keep filming while he had a couple days off.

As you take in the sight, hand over your mouth, still in shock, you notice everyone has a bucket hanging from their wrist. "What the fuck!?!" you shout, happy but confused. Tom walks up to you, takes your hand and walks you closer to the group. He hands you a similar looking bucket, a chisel and a hammer.

"We're going crystal digging." Tom smiles, stretching out his arms proudly as he looks at the scenery. Your heart nearly bursts at the seams as you throw your new equipment to the ground and jump in his arms, clinging onto him like a Koala.

"Tom Blyth, you are the most unrealistically perfect boyfriend ever and I do wonder how I ended up with you." You whisper, looking into his eyes, trying to make him realise how much this means to you.

It's not like you were crystal-obsessed. It's just something you'd been drawn to your entire life. A little quirk one might say. It was a subtle part of your life. One that you had often gotten judged for by previous boyfriends. Tom never spoke negatively about it, it was just a part of who you are and if it made you happy, why would he try to manipulate it out of you like the ones before him. It's not because he himself wasn't that interested in it, that you weren't allowed to be.

"Babe, all I do is listen. It's not rocket science." He smiles as he gives you a little Eskimo kiss. "So humble," you mock swoon as het puts you down. "Oi, don't be jealous if I find the biggest rock okay." He grins while nudging your side. "Not gonna happen. I'm a crystal magnet." You say cockily as you join the group.

After a couple hours, everyone was covered in dust and dirt. Happily you look at your bucket, having found a couple huge, beautiful crystals and a lot of smaller ones. Next to you Tom was also holding his bucket closer to his face to inspect what he found. Your shoulder touches his elbow as you say: "You know what, I might have a couple of them made into some lovely jewelry pieces."

Tom looks at you bewildered. "Like what?" You don't think much of it as you answer. "I don't know. There's some beautiful stones in here for some earrings, necklaces, bracelets... Or maybe I can make some stuff myself you know. Get my creative juices flowing." He sighs softly at your answer. "I love you." At that you raise your eyebrow. Neither you or Tom were shy of expressing your love for eachother, but this was a bit random. "I love you too. I honestly don't think you realise how much this means to me. I never would have guessed this to be the surprise. It's so thoughtful. It truly shows how much you know me through and through." "I'm glad you like it. You're always down to try anything, even if you're not sure about it in the beginning. That's why I feel comfortable trying something new. I'm aware it hasn't been easy now that work's been steady and I've been away from home a lot. And you have no idea how much I appreciate you giving me the freedom to follow my dreams."

He leans down and kisses you passionately. Melting into his touch you stand there for a while looking at the scenery, taking everything in.

*That evening*

"You clean up nicely mr. Blyth." You comment on his attire. He does a little twirl, smirking as he checks you out. "You're not so bad for a little scavenger." You poke his side and sit down in one of the chairs. After you'd said your goodbyes to the rest of the group, Tom had driven you about an hour away from the crystal mine. You knew that wasn't the end of your birthday surprise since he'd told you to also pack some nice evening attire.

Tom had booked an amazing restaurant. The owners went above and beyone to blow your mind, preparing an outdoor table with the best view. After dessert, you both were enjoying some lovely wine and eachother. Catching up after not having seen eachother for a while since you'd only flow in yesterday so you could spend your birthday together.

He absentmindedly played with your fingers as a comfortable silence settled between you two. You felt him rubbing your ring finger and noticed him looking at it. "Looks quite empty doesn't it." He says quite casually. You roll your eyes and jokingly hit his chest. "Don't play that game." You say, smiling widely. You'd talked about marriage before, you both knew you wanted it at some point in your life. Sure some people say it's just a piece of paper, and you couldn't fully disagree, but it also had a deeper meaning to the both of you. The promise of choosing eachother, every day, forever.

He looked into your eyes and shook his head.

"I'm not playing games anymore love."

The way he said it made you shiver. He'd made that joke before, but never with an answer so serious. He leaned back in his chair. "Do you remember, early on in our relationship, that time I forgot my tie for one of the first plays I did at Julliard?" You smile as you think back to that memory. "How could I forget. You were basically a living zombie for 3 weeks leading up to that play."

Tom nodded, back to playing with your fingers.

"I remember I had been so stressed. The character I played was so dull. I struggled so much finding ways to make him more interesting to the audience. And that damn tie. It was so important to me. Silly how something so small could mean so much at the time." "So much that you forgot it at home 3 hours before the play." You humored.

Looking enamoured, he continued.

"And I remember you. You with your make up half done, running towards me in a fucking thunderstorm. And when we met in the middle, you just casually opened your vest, handing over that damn tie."

Laughter exploded from your chest. You were in the middle of getting ready to attend the play when you got the frantic call from Tom. You didn't think twice and started running towards the school, and didn't even realise it was raining until you were running through the streets of New York City, by then it was too late to turn back to dress appropriately for the weather.

The man infront of you smiling, as he relived the same memory.

"That's when I knew."

A questioning look painted your face.

"I knew. Right then and there, that I'd always look for you in the crowd."

Speechless, you squeezed his hand.

He sat up straight in his chair. Taking both of your hands in his.

"I love you. I love the way you still can't use our airfryer, 2 years after we got it. I love your random obsession with knitting and making me wear your handmade sweaters to work. I love home, but only when you're there. I love that you let me be who I truly am and I love that you are fearlessly yourself."

He stood up and kneeled down infront of you, taking out a red, velvet box.

"Please allow me, to fulfill one more dream of mine."

As he opens the box he speaks with shaking voice and tears in his eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

#tom blyth #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth x reader #fluff #billy the kid #coriolanus snow

[sku11s1asher]

Hi omg first time requesting from someone, but like soulmate aus?!?? Can you pretty please (if you can) make one of like arataki itto and the reader (male obvs) where its the first words of your soulmate and ittos first words are like something completely stupid??? Thabk you if you can but its alright if you dont wanna!!

itto x gn/male reader (soulmate au)

notes: i love itto, sorry this took so long bae; i had a fic already but my friends said it sucked so here’s this. i actually need to get a beta reader..i finish fics but i look into them too much and delete it without an actual reason. beta readers hmu frfr ;3

⊹ you always knew your soulmate was the brightest crayon in the box, you got a reminder of it every time you looked at your wrist, ‘worm’ was there.

⊹ though you won’t lie, you were very curious on who they were..who wouldn’t be?

⊹ you lived in liyue, you looked everywhere trying to find your soulmate, but there wasn’t anyone that dumb. at least not that you knew of..

⊹ you complained to your friend, kazuha, about it a lot. eventually he had enough and decided to take you with him on his next trip to inazuma.

⊹ once you arrived in inazuma, you kinda maybe forgot about your soulmate and explored the city looking for interesting things instead of your soulmate.

⊹ you were walking around town talking to kazuha, “what compels someone to do something so stupid?” you asked, “well if you knew him, you'd know he's the definition of stupid,” he responded. all you could think about was how and why a grown man would battle against children, with beetles. “what’s his name again?” “arataki itto.”

⊹ once you heard the man’s name, it immediately reminded you that you needed to look for your soulmate. “kazuha, you’re distracting me from my mission!” “your mission?” “finding my soulmate..?”

meet

⊹it’s been around 3 days, and still no soulmate. you were walking around the city, sulking to yourself about how you’d be alone for life since your soulmate obviously died. you didn’t see the person in front of you since you were too busy thinking about how you’d be alone for life.

⊹ bump. “what the..” it felt like you walked into a brick wall, but before you could fall you felt arms wrap around your waist. “you good, buddy?” the brick wall had a voice?

⊹ you looked up and felt your heart stop, “oh my god.” you were looking at the finest man you’ve ever seen in your life. once you snapped out your gaze you quickly composed yourself.

⊹ “ah, yeah, my apologies.” you took a step back, getting out of his grip. when you apologized, he let out a big smile, “it’s no big deal, im glad you’re okay.” while he was talking, you couldn’t help but take a look at his chest.

⊹ it was like his pecs were basically asking for you to touch them, but you decided to be a good man and not touch this strangers chest.

⊹ “you make me feel funny, like we have a deep connection even though we just met.” his words caught you off guard, “what?” “you must be my soulmate!” he said after a moment.

⊹ you looked at him like he was stupid, “how did you come to that conclusion? you know what, i don’t even want to know. what’s your name?” you asked him with a sigh.

⊹ “arataki itto!” he exclaimed with a huge smie. you immediately busted out laughing. you didn’t expect this guy who looks like he could pick up a house by himself, to be the guy who fought children with beetles.

⊹ you immediately apologized when you saw him pout, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh. i just didn’t expect you to be the guy who does the beetle fights.”

⊹ “let me see your wrist.” he asked but he grabbed your wrist before you could answer. after a few moments of closely looking, he hugged you, “i knew it, you’re my soulmate!!”

⊹ you could barely move your arms to hug him back, he was sucking all the air out of your body with the tight hug.

⊹ “cmon, i need to show my soulmate to the gang!” “gang..?”

extra 1:

⊹ “please, just one touch.” you whined while leaning onto ittos chest, your hands slowly going up his stomach.

⊹ “why are you so obsessed with my chest?” he asked with a laugh, but allowed you to touch them.

extra 2:

⊹ “are you really that proud with yourself for beating children?” you asked unimpressed when he bragged about winning matches.

⊹ “you don’t understand! that kid normally beats me! this is a huge accomplishment, y/n!”

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[slvtforfiction]

“Say it and I’m yours.”

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☆ Ex-lovers to lovers (?)

☆ Jealous!Colby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Masterlist

☆ Kat and Sam are still together in this ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I’ve lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ A like,reblog and comment is always appreciated:) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

I was sick and tired and fucked in the head. It had been two weeks since that argument,how many girls had I seen go into Colby’s room since? I lost count after 20.

It took him about 3 hours to move on as if I was nothing and I was still thinking about him and I hate that I can’t just hate him like a normal person would.

I knew I had to get over him like he was doing and instead of sleeping with the thousands of girls he’s sleeping with maybe I sleep with one of the trap house boys that I’ve always had a silly crush on.

“Jake come over.” I said on the phone to him, “Why?” He asked and I smiled laughing to myself manically “Come and fuck me.” I said as if I had told him about the weather.

“On my way.” He said quickly and I hung up waiting for him to come knocking.

“Fuck Jake!” I screamed loudly as he entered into me. “Fuck Sweetheart.” He said before I let out the most pornographic moan,to annoy Colby.I began cumming on his cock as he came with me.

Jake helped me lie down on the bed as he grabbed his shirt and put it over my arms,before putting on his boxers and then lying next to me as I rested my head on his chest.

When I woke up I walked downstairs to see Jake getting ready to leave and I smiled at him. “I’ll see you later yeah?” I asked him hoping to see him at the party.

“Yeah I’ll see you at the party sweetheart.” He said before kissing my forehead and leaving whilst still adjusting his belt.

I turned around to walk back upstairs only to see Colby staring daggers at me. “Sleep well?” I asked sarcastically with a shit eating grin.

“Fuck you.” He said stomping his way back upstairs after I had broken down laughing my ass off at him.

I then proceeded to walk back upstairs to begin editing my newest video for my channel.

After what felt like days of editing Sam called me to come down for dinner,which was just ubered chipotle.

I ate my chipotle bowl with everyone else as I sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Sounds like you and Jake had a fun night huh?” Sam said laughing to himself.

“Yeah.” I laughed along with him before I saw Colby clench his hand into a fist,his knuckles turning bright white,and then walking upstairs to his room.

“What’s his issue?” Sam asked as he looked up from his food. “Someone’s mad.” I said pouting and laughing softly.

Honestly I couldn’t care less about Colby’s feelings,he ended it,began fucking other girls and then expected me to come crawling back to him? That’s laughable.

As I walked up to my room again I opened the door before being grabbed by my forearm.

“What the fuck is your issue?” I said turning around to see Colby grabbing me. The skin turned red,his knuckles turning white again and I pulled my arm away from him.

“You’re fucking Jake? Really?” He asked and I burst out laughing clapping my hands together as he stood there with steam flying out from his ears.

“Yep,why? Are you going to cry about it?” I said putting on my best baby voice,batting my eyelids and rubbing my eyes with my fists.

“Just know no one will ever be better than me.” He said trying to storm off before I retorted “Trust me he is.” He flung himself around,doing a full 180°,i blew a kiss at him and walked back into my room to finish editing my video.

Katrina 🩵:

Girl you’re going to the party arent you???

You:

Obvs girl! Yk I wouldn’t miss it!

Katrina 🩵:

You have to wear that 2 piece we got for that rave to piss off Colby!!

You:

You’re so fucking right,this is why I love u Kat

Katrina 🩵:

My stunning fashion advice? I’m aware 😘

You:

Girl I’m coming for ur wardrope next

Katrina 🩵:

Anyways I’ll see you at the party!!

You:

See ya girl!!

I wore my dainty two piece,a black top with a red bat and a short red skirt,it was perfect and I knew it was.Why? Because this is the dress that Colby ripped off of me our first night together.I laughed remembering.

I knew he would never touch me again if he were to keep up his antics and considering I knew Colby,I would think he would see me in this outfit and be all over me,no other girls.

Although knowing Colby he also might look at me and give me no second thought,maybe even laugh at me.

He was a magic eight ball with his emotions and you never knew how he would react but for now I think my plan is pretty solid.

Kat came into my room after she had arrived to see me doing my makeup whilst sat infront of my mirror.

“Girl you look good!” She shouted and I smiled looking up at her, “Girl so do you!” I smiled back at her whilst I admired her eye shadow.

She smiled as she sat down next to me as we talked about nothing and everything together.

Kat eventually helped me do my red and glittery eye shadow after I had done some cheap mascara.

I had done cheap mascara intentionally to see Colbys later look when I walked down the stairs my sloppy mascara dripping as i pretend to clean it up.

I mean if he wants to play dirty he can start it and I will always finish it and I’ll finish it as dirty as I can play.

Kat encouraged my plan and I smiled as i schemed more throughout my head.

We walked down to the party,seeing Jake and Sam talking at the island in the kitchen,I looked around and then saw Colby grinding up against a girl I had never seen before and I laughed to myself.

God always picking the next victim huh? I thought to myself laughing silently as I smirked watching him.

I turned around and began talking to Jake whose hands eventually found my waist and whose mouth eventually found mine as our tongues clashed.

I suddenly felt someone grab the back of my waist pulling me away from Jake and into someone’s chest.

“What the fuck!” I yelled spinning myself around to find myself flush against Colby.

“What’s your problem?!” He yelled back as he dragged me upstairs,shoving me into his room and locking the door.

“What’s my fucking problem? What’s yours?! I’m enjoying myself!” I almost screamed at him,my pent up anger and stress flowing out.

I felt a tear drip down my face and quickly swiped it off hoping he hadn’t noticed.

“You’re fucking other people?!” He yelled back and I laughed at him,tearing up from amusement.

“Oh god you don’t get it do you!” I said laughing, “Fuck you!” He yelled,

“Fuck me? After every single girl I’ve seen walk in and out of your bedroom? God Colby I thought you were better than this.” I said and I turned around to leave before he said something which made me stop in place.

“I love you Y/N,Don’t do this to me!” He yelled,I smiled sarcastically “You love me? After breaking up with me,you love me?” I asked sarcastically with a smile.

“Yes,I know it’s stupid.” He said and my smile dropped,I felt bad and my heart had dropped from my chest. “It’s not.” I whispered. “Tell me to leave you alone and I will,I will move out and you won’t have to see me again,or tell me you love me too. Say it and I’m yours.” He said softly.

“Colbs,I’ve always loved you.” I said softly walking over to him,he raised his arms and I smiled accepting the hug.

“Fuck man,almost lost you.” He laughed and I smiled into his chest. “I fucking love you,Colby Brock.” I whispered as if he wasn’t meant to hear.

“I love you too, Y/N L/N.” I smiled and we walked to his bed laying down together.

We fell asleep,his arm wrapped around me and my head on his chest.

#Spotify #spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #colby smut #colby brock x reader #colby brock #sam and colby fluff #colby x reader #sam and colby #jake webber

[amhrosina]

Sneaky Link (Billy Russo x Castle!Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST

A/N: Nonnie, the way i RAN to my computer to write this. You’re a genius! Here you go! 

Request: Oke so hear me out please...So, Billy Russo and Frank Castle's sister in a backstreet relationship. I know i know it's lame, but i can't imagine Frank's face when he finds out that his sweet-not-so-innocent sister fuck his asshole-but-charming best friend.. Hope you like that idea <3

Summary: Billy finds himself in trouble with his best friend, Frank, when Frank finds out he’s been messing around with you, Frank’s sweet and innocent sister.

(Warnings: Smut at the beginning, oral (fem receiving), reader is called good girl, cursing (lots of cursing), Frank and Billy get into a physical fight with each other (lol), fluffy Billy, not canon obv)

“Oh fuck, Billy. Just like that. Don’t stop.” You moaned, arching your back. Billy’s tongue was currently making you see stars for the third time that evening. The soft comforter on your bed was soaked in sweat, and Billy wasn’t letting up anytime soon. 

“You like that, baby?” He mumbled, circling his tongue around your clit. “Gonna cum again, princess?”  

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, yes.” You breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably on Billy’s shoulders, who was somehow smirking and still managing to inch you closer to your release.  

“You’ve been such a good girl today. Cum on my tongue, princess.” 

The moan you let out was unholy as Billy focuses all of his attention on your clit, sucking and licking in perfect tandem. Your body seized as your third orgasm of the day rushes through you, a spark of fiery lust traveling down your spine. Billy doesn’t let up until you physically shove his shoulders away, heart pounding and ears ringing.  

You gulp in air, turning to lay on your stomach. Billy’s soft hands run up and down your spine in soothing strokes.  

“You did so good, baby.” He mumbled into your ear, planting a soft kiss on the back of your neck.  

“You are going to be the death of me, Billy Russo.” You responded, resting your cheek on your folded hands. 

“You love it.” He scoffed, chuckling.  

You push yourself towards the edge of the bed, searching for your underwear in the trail of clothes that started at your front door and ended by your bed.  

“Where are you going?” Billy made himself comfortable, stretching out on the sheets and resting his hands behind his head.  

“I told Frank I’d meet him for drinks. That’s where I was headed when you knocked on the door. And now,” you check the time on your phone, “I’m very late. If you leave before I get back, lock the door behind you.”  

Billy’s frown is evident as you toss articles of clothing around trying to find your dress. You knew bringing up Frank would cause some anxiety, but you really were going to meet Frank.  

“When are we going to tell him?” Billy asked, pointing out the dress that he’d carefully laid on the armchair before ravishing you. 

Billy and you had been messing around for months now, all behind Frank’s back. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of Billy, but Frank had always been protective of you, and you were sure he’d be less than thrilled to find out his best friend had been fucking his little sister for the better half of a year.  

It hadn’t started on purpose, you reasoned. Frank, you, and Billy had been drinking at a bar when Karen had called Frank, frantic about something. Frank had hurried off, leaving you and Billy to your own devices. Three shots later and Billy was pulling your top off in the bar bathroom.  

After that encounter, you’d avoided spending any time alone with Billy, but Billy’s charming and handsome and so good at kissing, so your resolve only lasted a few days. Since then, Billy and you had been sneaking around Frank’s back, stealing glances at each other when Frank wasn’t looking, and sneaking kisses when you could get away with it.  

It started as a casual hook-up, but it certainly didn’t develop as one. You and Billy were together. You cooked dinner for each other, went out on dates when you knew Frank wouldn’t stumble across the two of you, and spent most of your free time at each other’s apartments. He brought you flowers every week and referred to you as his girlfriend to his employees at work. You’d even gone to the Anvil Christmas party, albeit as Frank’s plus one, but you were still there, celebrating Billy’s accomplishments with him.  

“Did you hear me? When are we going to tell him?” Billy’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.  

“I don’t know.” You responded honestly. At this point, no matter how you did it, Frank would be upset that you’d hidden it from him. 

“Do you not want to be with me?” Billy rarely sounded insecure, but in that moment, you could feel the insecurities rolling off him. You moved towards the bed, cupping Billy’s cheeks and kissing his nose.  

“Of course, I want to be with you, Billy. You’re everything to me. I just don’t know how to explain that to Frank without him trying to murder you. And then me.” you added, pressing your forehead to his.  

“We should tell him soon. I don’t like hiding things from him. We’ve always trusted each other.”  

“I know. We’ll tell him soon. I promise, okay? But I really have to go.”  

Billy nodded, kissing your cheek and standing.  

A knock at the door had both of you on alert. You moved to answer it, but Billy stopped you and held out his shirt in his hands. You looked down and realized you were still naked, minus the underwear. A sheepish grin crossed your face as you threw the shirt on. 

You swung open the door, ready to tell whatever solicitor that you weren’t interested, but you stopped short when you exchanged glances with your brother, who looked rightfully concerned. 

“Where the hell have you been? I waited for you for over an hour, and then you wouldn’t respond to my texts or calls, so I thought ‘Oh she must be getting murdered. Then you open the door with this ridiculous smile on your face, like you aren’t incredibly late for something!”  

Frank stormed through the door, and before you can respond, takes in the fact that Billy is standing in your bedroom doorway, shirtless and guilt-ridden. Frank turned and looked at you, glancing down at your shirt and then back at Billy, who is holding his hands up innocently. Frank’s face is stoic, but you can see the rage churning in his eyes. The apartment is so quiet you can hear Billy’s breathing from across the room. The calm before the storm, apparently. 

“’the fucks wrong with you, you bastard?” Frank charged at Billy, who only lifted his hands higher to try and push Frank away from him.  

“Frank, stop!” You yelped, trying to figure out how to stop Frank from killing your boyfriend. Frank slammed Billy into the wall, punching Billy in the jaw.  

“It’s not what you think. I’m not just-” 

“Just what? Fucking my sister? I thought you were different, Billy. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Frank’s fist connected with Billy’s face again, and you let out a yelp as blood starts to trickle down Billy’s face.  

“Frank, stop! It’s not like that! He’s my boyfriend, Frank! We’re not just messing around!”  

Frank freezes, mid-swing, and turns to look at you. He’s very clearly confused at your confession. 

“Your boyfriend?” Frank drops Billy, who slumps against the wall and lets out a wheeze. “What do you mean, your boyfriend?” 

“I mean, he’s my boyfriend, Frank. We’re together. And we should’ve told you, but I knew you’d react just like this, like a fucking psycho, so I didn’t say anything. And I made Billy promise he wouldn’t say anything to you. If you’re going to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”  

“You’re together?” Frank looks between you and Billy, shaking his head. “Like together, together?” 

“Yes, now can I please go put some pants on and trust that you’re not going to pummel his face in?” 

“I need to talk to you.” Frank points at Billy, who stands and wipes the blood from his face.  

“Yeah, alright.” He responds, nodding.  

When you make it to your bedroom, you can hear the muffled sound of Frank speaking. He still sounded angry, but at least he wasn’t actively trying to punch Billy anymore. You searched through your drawers until you found an old pair of sweatpants, slowly pulling them on. You wanted to give Billy and Frank enough time to talk it out, but you didn’t want to leave them alone for too much longer.  

You creeped through the doorway, where you found Billy sitting on your couch with an ice pack pressed into his jaw, and Frank, searching through your fridge.  

“Is everything...good now?” You asked tentatively, looking back and forth between your boyfriend and your brother.  

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna see any of that lovey-dovey shit. I’m not happy about it, but I can’t stop you from being an idiot.” Frank responded, pulling three beers out of the fridge and setting them on the counter.  

Billy gave you a small smile, but grimaced when pain shot through his jaw again. You could already see the bruises blooming on his face.  

“Okay...do you want to watch a movie?” You asked, trying to play it off like this was a totally normal night.  

Frank handed you a beer, then handed Billy one.  

“Sure, princ- Um.” Billy cleared his throat and said your name. Frank rolled his eyes and sat down next to Billy, which left you the seat next to Frank. You tried not to roll your eyes at Frank’s choice of couch cushions and flopped down next to him. It was going to be a long movie.  

When Frank finally left hours later, he sent you a pointed look on his way out the door. He had barely looked at you or Billy the entire night, but you considered it progress anyways. It was better than physically punching each other.  

Billy had stretched his legs out on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow.  

“So that went...well?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” You rushed to his side, trying to get a better look at the bruises forming on Billy’s face.  

Billy waved a hand and shrugged. “If all I got was a couple licks to the face, I call that a win. He’ll come around.”  

Frank did eventually come around, but he certainly took his time. For the first month after his discovery, he wedged himself inbetween you and Billy as often as he could. Whether it be on the subway, in a bar stool, or at your house, Frank always managed to separate the two of you. It was frustrating, but Billy assured you that he would take the time he needed to get over it and come around.  

When Billy took your hand to pull you out of the way of a fast-approaching cab one night, Frank eyed your intertwined hands, and then looked away, pretending not to notice it. You squeezed Billy’s hand in celebration but didn’t say a word. The first time Billy kissed you in front of Frank, he had gotten an emergency call from work and had to rush out of the bar you were sitting in. He had planted a kiss on your lips without thinking about the present company and bolted out the door, leaving you with a very red face.  

Frank had taken a sip of his beer and continued the conversation you were having before Billy’s departure. The small victories were few and far between, but you and Billy were patient.  

Finally, what felt like months later, Frank made a joke about Billy being your boyfriend, and you felt like you could finally relax. Billy clearly made you happy, so Frank got over it. Later that night, you were wrapped in Billy’s arms in your bed, half-asleep and listening to Billy’s voice as he read from your favorite book.   

“You know,” Billy mumbled to your sleeping form, “I hope Frank doesn’t react the same way when I ask you to marry me.”  

He chuckled as you snuggled into his chest, unconscious to the world around you. You and Billy hadn’t spoken about marriage, but he had clear intentions with you. He wasn’t going to let you get away.  

He leaned over and clicked the lamp off, sending the room into complete darkness.  

“Goodnight, my love.” He sighed, kissing your hair. “I can’t wait to say that to you for the rest of our lives.” 

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[elizais]

hii!! how about something like dazai's first meeting is with reader at oda's grave. it is ada dazai and reader knows oda since childhood. reader has an ability of being able to transport themselves + whoever in a 2m range to a moment in time for an hour as long as she is holding a photo of said moment. her ability is of a one time use.

you can choose however reader knows oda and i don't mind how angsty it is as long as reader and dazai are happy in the end!

thank you so much and don't feel a need to write this!!

"don't feel a need to write this"?? GIRL I LOVE THIS. i switched stuff around like lupin's locations and that but don't think too hard.

@cafekitsune for the divider!!

"photographic memories"

dazai x reader, angst/fluff, read anon's req 4 a summary!! mentions of alcohol, obvs spoilers. references to the day i picked up dazai but they aren't spoilers.

it was the day that marked another year since that day. usually, he would spend a few hours at odasaku's grave before heading to bar lupin. walking up to the old friend's grave, a woman around dazai's age was there too.

a bouquet of flowers was in her hands as she knelt before the headstone, carefully setting them down below the "S . ODA". dazai didn't say a word as he knelt next to her, she didn't say a word either. maybe not even noticing his arrival.

he placed a few flowers before the headstone too, earning a glance from the woman next to him. she doesn't seem to be too affected by him.

however, she mutters something so quietly only osamu could make out her words. "such a cheater.." she says with a tint of amusement in her voice. he knows exactly what she is referring to.

"i know, right." he responds, thinking of every time he lost to odasaku in a card game due to oda's ability.

they are in a comfortable silence, two strangers connected by one person. dazai speaks up again, "what's your name?" he asked.

"[name]." she whispered. she looked up at him, he sees her eyes meet his bandages.

"are you osamu dazai?" she asks. "the bandages are my trademark, huh?" he chuckled softly before nodding. "oh, no. don't take offense, please!" she says genuinely before carrying on. "funnily enough, i heard about your bandages from soda." she reminisced, and called oda by a nickname of 'soda'.

he has a lot of questions regarding what she just said but he voices none of them aside from one. "how do you know him?" he looks at her, she is looking at oda's name.

"my father owns bar lupin, and i have known oda since he began coming to the bar. he bought me sodas when dad refused to give me them for free and he earned his nickname of soda." she explained gently.

"what did he say about me?" he asked, curious on how the stranger knew his name. "when oda joined the port mafia, he told me about you and ango. nothing specific but i just remembered ango has glasses with a mole and you have bandages." she shrugged.

"spot on description of ango." he said sarcastically.

he sighed before whispering to himself, "i would do anything to even be in the safe room as him again. he is an excellent man."

the lady is very friendly yet still reserved. she thinks for a moment before pulling out her phone.

within the clear phone case, a photo of a younger version of the girl holding a can of lemonade and a young oda are together.

"i can take you to that moment for a little bit, if you like?" she offers unsurely. his eyes widen and nods slowly. "[name]? how will you do that?" he asks. the stranger's kindness shocking him.

"my special ability allows me to transport myself and anyone close to me, physically, to a moment in time for an hour. we won't be able to talk to oda but you will be in the same room as him as you wish." she explains.

"are you sure? we just met?" he asks, also unsure of if her ability would even work on him. "you must have been important to oda. so you must be a good man, too." she smiles softly.

her words echo in his head, 'a good man, too'.

"my ability nullifies any others. do you have to touch me to use your ability?" he asks, she only responds with a shake of her head. she takes the photo out of her phone case and stands up. osamu follows her lead and stands up too. "ready?" she asks and receives a nod.

the girl has transported them to the bar lupin. they are in a booth at the back. oda and a younger version of the girl are talking on the barstools. dazai seems to be very confused.

"why am i here? my ability should have nullified yours?" he asks. "you weren't touching me when i activated it. if you touch me now, our time here will pause so we can be here for longer than an hour." he nods his head in reply.

it was rare an ability gets past his, of course no ability could totally surpass his. but the complexity of hers was gorgeous.

"thank you, [name]." he says softly. she smiles, "of course. we both lost him, why wouldn't i take you?"

"do you want a drink, dazai?" she asks him, snapping him out of his trance of watching the past oda. "yes, please. but i thought you couldn't interact with anyone in this time period?" he speaks.

"we can't but that doesn't mean i don't know my way around this bar. come here." she takes him behind the bar and shows him the drink selection. they are stood in front of 15 year old [name] and a 20 year old oda.

dazai and [name] help themselves to drinks as they watch oda. dazai can't shake the feeling [name]'s ability gives him. so beautiful yet powerful. not one for combat but more for remembering. how it is so intricate yet can easily be explained in a few sentences.

dazai then hears his own name in oda's voice.

"oda-soda? what does the boy look like?" past [name] asks. current [name] gives dazai a nudge, referring to how she recognised dazai earlier.

"he must be around your age, dark brown hair and is wrapped up in bandages. awfully clever too! he figured out soon how i cheat in so many games." oda spoke cheerfully to the girl. current [name] found herself smiling at them.

"your ability is beautiful." dazai spoke. "thank you." she hummed. starting to walk back to their booth, she stayed silent. "i'm sorry about what happened." she says ever so quietly, almost as if it was the wind's whistles outside. dazai doesn't respond.

"we have around 5 minutes left. when we go back to current time, it will be the middle of the night. time is messed up when i do this, so don't be alarmed." she explains, interrupting the comfortable silence they sat in.

"i cannot thank you enough, [name]." he says in a normal tone of voice, but so loud compared to the quiet bar. "it is nothing, i don't use my ability much anyways."

both of your eyes were watering yet not a single tear fell. you may have just officially met, but you both had a newly formed bond that will be with you both forever.

now back at the cemetery, it was pitch black.

"kind of eerie, isn't it?" he spoke. not clarifying whether he meant the setting or her ability. she assumed both.

"yeah." she chuckled softly. "is each photo a one time use?" osamu asked as he looked into her eyes.

she nodded. "it's a shame, but if i could use every photo a million times i wouldn't spend any time in this world, would i?" she elaborated.

they both began to walk back, osamu beginning to tell a story of how one time bar lupin was closed one night but the lupin trio wanted to go out drinking.

they went to every bar in the city but there was something wrong with each one. one bar not being dim enough, another too dim, one having a weird looking cat, one having an ugly wallpaper..

she began to lose herself laughing at the story as he said how one of the reasons being their bartender was funky looking.

subconsciously, they both began to walk to bar lupin. when they arrived at the door, osamu asks her "isn't it almost closing time? will they let us in?" yet he gets a witty response.

"if they don't let us in, my dad would have their heads. i may be an adult now but in here i'm still that little girl with a lot of attitude."

only a few people are in there, each one in their own conversation. a familiar old gentleman is behind the bar. "[name], i didn't know you knew dazai?" he asks.

"i didn't know either. weird, isn't it?" she responds, the bartender knowing her and dazai enough to know what they will order. "on the house for you two. my condolences." the bartender passes them their drinks, knowing all too well why they met.

hours go by, so many that the bartender says that she can stay for as long as she likes but she will need to lock up if she does. they spend the whole night chatting away.

countless photos are taken, this night will be one the two of them will want to revisit in the future.

heyy!!! sorry 4 not posting recently! and if u got to this bit,, thank u sm xx, if you want something in particular, drop a req!!

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[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

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[reidbae]

DAY 31: Scream, Part 2

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 1

summary: When you, Aaron, and Spencer get home from a Halloween party, your two boyfriends have more things in store for you than you could have ever imagined: And lots of ways to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby), reader is fairly shy, spencer and hotch are both more rough/hard!dom but spencer is still kinda soft, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, knife play, pain play (ish), use of handcuffs, spanking (kinda) and ass grabbing, loads of degradation and a bit of praise, hair pulling, blowjobs, crying from stimulation, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this), choking, teasing, anddd lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: part one of this was posted day before yesterday but i think you could read this as a stand alone, no context is really needed to enjoy it! hope y'all enjoy and had an amazing halloween <3

wc: 4.2k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You, Aaron, and Spencer were all at Aaron's home now, having just gotten there after the party had come to a close.

You closed the door behind you, giving a slow, heavy sigh as you locked it. "Well, that was fun," you said with a huff, setting your work bag and keys down as you spoke. While you did love your coworkers, your social battery had been drained, and you were glad to be in only the presence of the two people you loved most.

"Oh, it was," Aaron smiled at you, a tone of implication behind his voice. You rolled your eyes at him as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. "Very fun."

"I agree," voiced Spencer, who was removing his vest in the living room. "Although I'm not too big on social gatherings. It's really you two that made it tolerable," Spencer remarked as he took his vest off of his body. "And the candy. That was nice, too."

You and Aaron looked over at Spencer, laughing at his words. "That's a good way of looking at it," you giggled at him, Aaron laughing along with you. "So, what's on the agenda for the rest of the evening?" you then asked.

Aaron then looked at Spencer with a smirk across his face, before looking back at you. "I don't know, baby. What do you want to do?" he asked playfully, pulling you in closer by your hips.

You nervously smiled up at him in response, giving him a shrug. "I- Well," you trailed off, biting down on your lip as you considered the words that were about to leave your mouth. "Maybe—We can pick up where we left off?" you asked hopefully.

"I like the sound of that," Aaron smiled at you, before turning his head to look at Spencer, who had since gotten up. "Huh, Reid? That sound like a plan?" he asked.

Spencer gave a smile of his own, nodding his head as he approached the two of you. He then ran a hand through your hair, looking down at you with caring eyes. "I think that sounds good to me," Spencer smiled.

Knowingly, he then gazed at Aaron, just before saying, "Why don't you wait in the bedroom, sweetheart?" a sly smile across his face as he did, like the two of them knew something you didn't.

Which was likely the case.

"Why?" you couldn't help but ask in a curious manner, wondering what the two of them were planning. Your eyes flickered from Aaron to Spencer as you did your best to gauge what was going on.

Needless to say, your profiling skills were failing you.

"Nothing, angel, nothing, just—Do what I told you to, okay? Can you do that for me?" Spencer asked in that honeyed tone of voice he always used on you, knowing that it'd always work.

You nodded a little too eagerly, ready to see what it was that these two had planned for you already. "Yeah. Yeah, I can," you responded to him.

Spencer smirked at Aaron, before pressing a loving kiss to your temple. "There's our good girl. Now, go ahead, angel," Spencer cooed to you.

You obliged his ask, smiling at the two of them before going up to Aaron's bedroom, taking a seat on the bed that you'd laid in so many times.

It was only five or so minutes before the two of them walked into the room. Now, both of them were more or less in the same attire, with the both of them wearing a white collared shirt, black slacks, and a belt: Only Spencer was wearing a tie, that was undone around his neck.

And, the catch: They were both wearing their Ghostface masks.

Your response was quick as you felt your cheeks go warm, your head going dizzy with arousal. You looked back and forth from Aaron to Spencer, looking them up and down as they approached you.

You were as equally nervous as you were turned on.

"What? We told you we'd finish this later, didn't we?" Aaron reminded you in response to the face you had made, his voice teasing as the two of them were now in front of you.

"Y- Yeah, you did," you stuttered out, your cheeks growing even hotter at the remark. You couldn't manage to look at them now that they were so close and looked down, doing what you could to balance your breathing.

"Nervous, princess?" Spencer asked you in a chuckle, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.

"No," you tried to say, playing with your fingers as you looked down at your feet. You were lying through your teeth, obviously. You just wished you were better at hiding it.

"So, why—" you began, taking a slow breath. You then looked up at them, willing yourself the courage to keep your eyes on Aaron and Spencer. "Why did you guys take so long to get up here?"

"Oh, well—We were just talking about what it is we want to do to you," Aaron explained, like it was a fact that you should have already known. "And we got something."

"Mmhm," hummed Spencer in response. The taller man leaned down in front of you, then removed his mask from his face so that you could see him. "And we want to play a little game with you, princess. As long as it's okay with you."

You gaze at him with a shy look in your eyes, moving your eyes to peer over at Aaron before responding. "Y- Yeah, okay. So, um, what's the game?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Well—We want you. And we want to have fun with you just like normal. Only, there are some—Kinkier things we want to try this time," Spencer explained to you.

You nodded, wondering just what those things were. The three of you were always trying to expand on the things that you did in the bedroom, and had tried a number of kinky things in the past, so you weren't opposed to this idea.

"That sounds fine with me. But what's the catch?" you asked, because if there's one thing you knew about Aaron and Spencer, it was that there was always a catch.

"The catch is—One word, and we stop. That's your only rule, honey. No talking, cussing, any of that stuff. Not one word," Aaron explained further to you. When he took note of the bewildered expression across your face, he then said, "We just like to see you squirm."

Of course.

"Oh," was the only word that you really had in response to that.

"Mmhm. After we tell you what we want to do to you, and after you tell us what you feel okay with doing, you can't talk at all. And if you do, well—We'll see from there," said Spencer.

"So, princess? What do you think?" Spencer asked you, looking into your eyes as he did. You giggled nervously, crossing your legs and fixing your dress as you considered doing this.

There was really only one valid answer.

"I want to. I really want to. Just—Tell me what you want to do to me," you said eagerly, smiling up at them.

Spencer smiled back at you, putting a hand on your thigh and rubbing you slowly as he spoke to you. "Attagirl. I knew you'd want to. And I'm glad you do."

"Me, too. Now," said Aaron in a firm tone of voice, causing both you and Spencer to look up at him. "We'll explain what it is we want to do with you, and then we can start, honey. Okay?"

You nodded once more, more than ready to hear what they had planned for you already.

Aaron and Spencer explained what those "kinky" things were that they wanted to try with you. The first one, pain play, was something that you had experienced in the bedroom before, mainly from Aaron by way of choking, or spanking.

The second one, bondage, was one that you had also done with the two of them, but it'd only been done on you with the thin fabric of Spencer's tie. Unlike those times, Aaron and Spencer would be using real handcuffs on you.

The last one, probably the kinkiest one on the whole agenda, was one that you had never experienced before. Not from Aaron, not from Spencer, and not from anyone else.

Knife play.

It was one that you had considered, due to seeing or reading it in media, such as books, shows, and movies, but never something that you believed you could really try with your two boyfriends. It was incredibly kinky, and likely unscrupulous for three FBI profilers to be engaging in.

But then again, you didn't really care.

Once the three of you went over safe words and rules of thumb, Aaron made the first move, pushing you back onto the bed. "Clothes off, baby," Aaron whispered to you, his mask in your face as he did.

With your back now leaning on the headboard, you wordlessly removed your dress, pulling it over your head to reveal your bra and underwear to your boyfriends. Then off came your heels, jewelry, and underwear.

Your bra was the last thing that came off your body as you slowly removed it, throwing it on the ground without a care in the world about it.

The two men reveled in the naked view of you, Spencer giving you a small smirk before putting his mask back onto his face.

"God, look at you, princess," Spencer cooed, running his hands over your thighs in a gentle caress.

"Gonna have so much fun with her, aren't we?" Aaron mumbled more to himself than to Spencer, taking the time to let his eyes roam over your body.

Aaron then got on the bed and crawled in the middle of your legs, spreading them open for better access to your body. His hands danced along the insides of your thighs, causing you to shiver in desire. "Remember, honey. No talking."

You gave him a silent nod, eager to please both him and Spencer.

And, really, you were eager for some much needed attention that you'd been craving since the party.

"Good girl," Aaron whispered, before removing bis mask and attaching his lips to yours, locking you into a fervid kiss.

Your tongues moved together in a passionate whirl as Spencer walked around the bed and sat down next to you, gazing at the two of you as you made out. Desire bubbled inside of you at an incomprehensible speed as the kiss ensued.

Aaron's hands were moving down to rub hard circles into your thighs as his mouth moved in time with yours, and you did your best to move them closer to him. Taking note of your need, Aaron began to touch you where he knew you needed him most.

As Aaron's fingers ran circles into your clit, a new pair of hands grabbed hold of your nipples: Spencer didn't misuse a second as he fondled you in a similar manner to Aaron, mirroring the speed that he was going at.

"No words, honey? None at all?" Aaron asked you in mock surprise, holding back a chuckle as he observed your needy behavior.

Not that you blamed him for sounding so shocked, even if you knew he was just messing with you. It was a wonder you weren't screaming yet from such simple touches; The masks should have had you doing so then and there.

When you shook your head, the two only went on with what they were doing. But when they noticed that you weren't going to budge anytime soon, they knew they'd have to push you even harder.

"Fine, then," Aaron said as he ceased from rubbing you and put his mask back on, leading Spencer to do the same. "We'll just have to fuck it out of you, then," he smirked.

It was Spencer's turn to grab you, making it so that you were no longer on your back, but on all fours, with him behind you. He played with some of your hair for a few seconds, before pulling it, so that you were closer to his body. You let out a squeal in response, blushing as he handled you so roughly.

"Maybe feeling me inside of you will work, hm?" Spencer hummed in a teasing voice, settling both of his hands onto your ass. He squeezed down, earning one more noise from you in the form of a whimper.

You tried not to react as Spencer filled you with his cock, pushing himself as deep as he could possibly go without harming you. You shut your eyes as tears pricked the corners of them, causing Aaron to chuckle.

"Fuck, tears again, honey? That difficult, huh?" Aaron laughed at you.

And if there was one thing about him, it was that he was about to make it a whole lot harder.

Aaron began to rub your clit as Spencer pounded into you from behind, not giving you any time at all to process it. His fingers moved over you with force, rubbing circles that shouldn't have felt as good as they did.

Meanwhile, Spencer, just to add fuel to the flame, issued a few slaps to your ass, rubbing his hands over the reddened areas after each one. At a time like this, some sort of cuss word would have escaped your lips; Maybe even Spencer's name.

But you were hanging on by a thread, trying so hard not to talk for the sake of what would happen if you did.

Aaron and Spencer clearly weren't aware that you would hold out for this long, knowing how vocal you tended to be in the bedroom. Aaron sat up on his knees on the bed, pulling something from his belt buckle.

You hadn't seen it before, because Aaron had never turned his back to you for as long as he'd been in the room, but tucked into the back of his slacks and under his belt was a vision that made your heart race.

A knife.

All you could do was whimper as he wordlessly handed it to Spencer and put his thumb under your chin. "You're doing good so far, honey. But you won't last for long."

That was when Spencer held the knife a mere few inches away from your throat. Looking down at the shiny object was a new experience for you, but it was one that sent a rush of butterflies to your chest.

They knew just how to get you.

Maybe it was the thrill of the possibility of getting hurt that made you more attracted to knife play than you initially perceived you would be; Being under the control of your two boyfriends, and having to submit to their mercy.

But that very thing was about to get you to burst in a few seconds.

"You like this, princess?" Spencer let out in a grunt as he fucked you from behind, his voice a hoarse whisper as he spoke. "You like how helpless you feel?"

Again, you couldn't answer. And, really, what would you say?

"We could do anything to you, and you wouldn't say a thing. Tease you, play with you, hurt you. And you'd probably even like it, wouldn't you, honey?" Aaron teased you even further, resuming his attack on your clit with his thumb.

You shut your eyes, so, so close to the edge, and trying to focus on that as opposed to the two men's taunts and jeers. You zoned in on your breathing, and the filthy notions that were plaguing your mind as the seconds passed.

When you didn't speak again, the pair was forced to take more excessive measures. Spencer's hand closed around your neck, and, with force, the brunette genius began to squeeze down.

Your eyes shot back open as pain mixed with pleasure, your brain fogging with lust as you were robbed of your oxygen. "Come on, princess. I wanna hear you," Spencer mindlessly encouraged you, trying to coax the words out of your mouth at this point.

"Mmhm. That pretty voice of yours," Aaron said to you, moving his hand from your clit to tease your nipples. "Where's our little whore, huh?" asked Aaron.

You wanted so badly to hold on, your body begging you to keep your mouth shut so you could finish and not be punished, but it was safe to say—You failed.

Because then, and only then, did it happen.

"Fuck."

The swear left your mouth before you could think it through, and your eyes widened as you slapped your hand over your lips. Spencer's body paused as soon as you had said it, and Aaron moved his hand away from your figure.

"Well, would you look at that," Spencer chuckled, pulling out of you.

"Wait, wait, I didn't mean—I—Oh, God," you muttered, shutting your mouth as you realized that you were still talking. You turned to look at Spencer, being met with nothing but the Ghostface mask that he was wearing, that seemed to mock you as you gazed at it.

They were cruel, so fucking cruel for this. Driving you to the edge, filling you to the brim with dirty words, and sweeping the orgasm out from under you, just. Like. That.

"Sorry, princess, but you know the rules. Off the bed, and on your knees, now," Spencer commanded you, getting off of the bed himself, Aaron doing the same

"Wait, wait, wait, please, I'll be such a good girl. Please, give me another chance?" you aimlessly begged them, sitting down on the bed as you gave them your best pleading eyes. "Please?"

"No. We had one rule for you, and you broke it. Now stop being a brat, and do what Spencer told you to do," Aaron said meanly, crossing his arms and refusing to budge.

Your eyes were tear-filled as you then looked at Spencer, begging for even a smidge of one more chance. You tried to use the fact that he was usually the nicer dom of the two to your benefit. "Spencer? Please?" you whined.

But he wasn't letting up either.

"Sorry, angel. What Hotch said," Spencer said simply, his hands in his pockets once more.

Sadly, you got up with a sigh, getting down to your knees in front of Spencer. Aaron walked to the other side of the bed, and, without a word, grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

You were an aching, leaking, and whimpering mess as your hands were bound by the cuffs, your body trembling in both fear and the heat of the moment. Spencer's cock, which he hadn't put back in his slacks, was in your plain view, aching from how close he had gotten the two of you to release.

Aaron got on his knees behind you and let his hands roam over your body. You moaned with need as he touched you, eager to feel even a little bit of him.

But he gave you nothing.

Instead, he held the knife to your neck again, with it being closer to your neck then it had been the first time. Your abdomen whirled as Aaron's mask looked back at you, causing you to squirm under his grasp.

"You've been bad today, princess. Really bad. And you know what bad girls get?" teased Aaron, his voice incredibly deep as the words flowed from his mouth.

"P- Punished," you said softly, your eyes on the ground as you did.

"Mmhm," hummed Spencer, putting his thumb under your chin. "Precisely. Now, what we want you to do is very simple, princess, mkay? Nothing you haven't done before. All we're going to do is use that pretty mouth of yours."

"That is, until you can't take anymore. Until we've fucked you dry," Aaron smirked. He ran the blade of the knife across your neck, and you shivered as the cool metal touched your skin. "Because that's all you're good for, really."

"That sound fair to you, angel?" Spencer asked you.

It was a wonder the genius could call you "angel" while the two of them behaved so cruelly towards you. You knew better than to deny them, so you nodded.

"Use your words, baby," said Spencer, bending down a little just to get closer to you and make you nervous, which sure as hell worked.

"Y- Yes, it sounds fair," you voiced.

"There we go," Spencer murmured. He took you by the hair, pulling you closer to him without one more word. Already knowing what it was you needed to do, Spencer pushed his cock into your mouth, and you quickly wrapped yourself around his dick.

Neither of them were joking when they said they'd use your mouth. You had made them cum several times each before you had finally reached your limit. Aaron's blowjobs were especially rough in nature in comparison to Spencer's, but his weren't much better, either.

And it felt impossible to do any of this with your hands cuffed behind your back, the lack of free will making it more difficult, and less comfortable.

Not that it mattered, anyway, because neither man was concerned about that.

"Guys, I- I can't, please, I- I can't take anymore," you finally begged, your face covered with tears that had since been running down your face in response to the roughness of Aaron and Spencer.

Aaron and Spencer looked at each other, clearly sharing a similar notion, because Spencer then said, "Okay, sweetheart. I think you've done enough, anyways."

"You were very good," Aaron praised you for once as he helped raise you from your knees. "And I think you deserve a reward for it, princess."

"R- Really? I do?" you perked up, trying to hold back your smile at the idea of finally getting what your body craved.

"Yes, baby. You do," Spencer chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Can you get on all fours again for me, please, angel?" Spencer cooed in his usual honeyed tone of voice.

You were way too quick to oblige, not even bothering to ask either of them to remove your handcuffs as you got back onto the bed. You shook with arousal as Spencer moved behind you again, Aaron walking around the bed to lay down next to you.

Spencer rubbed your clit for a bit just to get you going again, before pushing himself inside of you once more. However, there was a noticeable difference from how he had fucked you before in comparison to how he was doing it now; There was no more pain, no more roughness, and having sex had dissolved back into making love.

Aaron removed his mask for the last time, his face a vibrant pink as sweat stuck strands of his dark brown hair to his forehead. His lips for which you had been longing for, attached to yours after what felt like forever, sweeping you away in another passionate kiss.

All of your pent-up need was beginning to come to the surface, and Spencer could feel you compressing around him as your orgasm danced around the corner. Spencer grabbed hold of your tits like he'd done before, teasing each nipple in circles.

Aaron reached his hand down and began to rub your clit again, focusing the attention that wasn't on your lips onto your small bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pulled away from Aaron to groan, your face scrunched up into a pornographic expression as Spencer quickened his pace. "Fuck, please, I'm so close."

"We know, angel," Spencer cooed, trying and failing to calm you down as he used one of his hands to pet your hair, the other still fondling your nipple. "Let go when you're ready."

Aaron began to kiss and suck at your neck, no doubt leaving red marks all over you as he did. His pace on your clit mirrored that of Spencer's cock, and you could barely find it in you to hold back much longer.

"Aaron—Spencer—" you muttered in a broken, whiny tone of voice, shutting your eyes as your climax brimmed to the surface of your body.

"Go ahead, princess. Let it out," Spencer finally encouraged you, his voice making clear that he was on the verge of pleasure as well as you.

You were screaming both their names as you were drowned in pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head as your release flooded you like a tidal wave; Aaron and Spencer talking you through it only maximized the experience.

You lay limp next to the two of them after all was done, and Aaron grabbed the key to the handcuffs from his pocket. He unlocked the cuffs and put them on one of his bedside tables, before pulling you close to his body.

Spencer removed his mask and then spooned you, wrapping his arms around you as well. He pressed several kisses to your face, as Aaron drew figures into your hips.

"How'd you like that, princess?" asked Aaron softly.

You smiled up at him, burying your face into his chest as a means of feeling his warmth. "I liked it. Like, a lot," you giggled in response to his query.

"Good," Spencer smiled from behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "So—Would you do it again?" Spencer asked you, as if there wasn't an obvious answer to that.

"Yes," you said without having to think twice about the answer.

Aaron chuckled in response to your eager attitude. "That's our girl."

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[strgrlxox]

a/n :: last night i had a dream abt this so i had to write for it obv!!

thinking abt james potter, and domestic life w him.

marriage.

james has told you many times that he breathes for you

from the moment he knew he loves u all he wanted was to start a family w u

james potter is the family man

marriage is a big thing to him and he always said

“i can’t wait to make you my wife.”

and he fucking meant it

he knew that u (obviously) wanted to wait until gradation to get engaged

so he waited

until literally the day u guys graduated

he was fucking committed too

he’d never propose half-assed

he’d most likely been planning it since u first started dating 😭

it’d be so thoughtful and catered to what he knows you’d like

bridezilla for sureeee

just once your special day to be perfect

he probably invited u to his bachelor party (much to sirius’ dismay)

u didn’t go and he pouted the whole time w/o u

wouldn’t get drunk before his wedding

cause he wouldn’t want to feel anything less than good the day of

hates not seeing u immediately but probably really wants to do the first look thingy (he’d pout the entire time though fs)

children.

wants a really weird number of kids

like seven or something

would totally understand and be fine if u don’t want that many

but he wants a big family

defo insists the names be something u mutually lovee

he’d be a great dad istg

he was born to be a father and husband istg

wants all the babies to look just like you

talks to ur stomach while pregnant

like a lot

full on (one sided) convos

it’s almost ridiculous but he’s cute so we let it slidee

#ꗃ%jamieˑ༄ #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

[tonowaritrash]

hii i just found ur page and looooove ur work!! not enough ppl write for tonowari😩

so i have a request.(obv if you don’t like it you don’t have to do it lol) but been thinking ab wari teaching the reader how to probably clean a fish (?) and the reader can only focus on his big hands and his thighs as he’s crouching over. wari catches the reader looking and teases her for staring. but ends up helping her out 🤭

if u could add thigh riding and praise that’d be dope!!! (maybe this is before ronal, i don’t rlly get down w the cheating fics. so younger tonowari.?) w loads of tension 😝

thank uuuu& have a good day😙

something something, don’t have sex while handling raw fish

pairing: tonowari x reader

tags: fluffy, praise kink, thigh riding, somewhat innocent!reader

a/n: reader and tonowari are like early 20’s here.

minors dni

the fish in front of you was pretty, beautiful even, with its yellow scales glittering in the bright daylight. you’d caught it yourself, something you didn’t do often as you preferred foraging to killing. you liked the plants in the reef and how they were always teeming with life. how it seemed like they breathed with the current.

fishing just wasn’t really your thing, and luckily tonowari never thought less of you for it. but he loved to teach you when he had the chance and you loved to learn. you’d never caught anything substantial, throwing spears in the water was still difficult after all, but with the way tonowari praised you you’d think it was the largest fish anyone in the tribe had ever caught in history.

normally you’d give it to him to clean and gut but today he suggested that you learn how he did it. so now you stood next to him carefully listened as he explained.

“…you need to use it at this angle so the knife can cut through the flesh…”

well, you would be carefully listening, but the way he handled the knife was so precise. he flexed his knuckles a bit and spoke lowly, stretching his shoulders every so often. it was so hard to pay attention when he was so attractive.

“…technically edible but really bitter…”

what was it that he just chucked into the bin he’d set up next to the stone he was using? you couldn’t remember. it could have been an eye or a liver for all you knew.

“when it’s done it should look like this.”

he held out the fish now. its white flesh looked quite tantalising though it was unfortunate that it had been stripped of its pretty scales.

“we could eat it like this since we just caught it,” he said. “but it tastes better once its roasted.”

with a flourish, he handed you his blade. you took it carefully, minding its sharp edge, before examining it. it was simple, nothing fancy, but it felt reliable and well used.

tonowari grabbed another fish you’d caught that day, a similar one, and placed it on the table.

you stared at him blankly and he motioned you to cut the fish yourself. the shock must have been clear on your face because he chuckled.

“you weren’t paying attention? were you distracted?”

“i… well—”

“did i distract you?” he asked this knowingly and laughed. “don’t worry, i’ll help you.”

he moved closer to you and wrapped your hands in his to help guide them.

“on the side, one long cut, there you go just like that. good job,” he encouraged as you followed his instructions.

you felt your face get warm as he leaned over your shoulder and his breath fanned you face.

“careful, don’t cut into the flesh too much. you’re doing so well.”

you swallowed at the praise, hands shaking slightly. finally after a bit you looked at the gutted fish in front of you. it wasn’t pretty but you were satisfied.

“looks great,” he said after examining it. “we should go show your dad. he’d be super proud. wash your hands and grab it. we’ll bring them to tribe.”

nodding, you washed your hands in the stream with the suds from a green plant that tonowari had brought. your heart was racing and your hands still shook slightly. the feelings you had for him were intense, even though you’d been dating for three months now.

when you glanced next to you saw him sheathing the knife after he’d cleaned it. he caught your eyes and smiled, motioning you towards him.

you walked over and, after a brief pause, sat on his lap. he was surprised at the forwardness but you disguised the need to be close to him by gently grabbing some of his hair and braiding it.

his hands fell to your hips and rubbed them in circles. “you know, you really did do a good job today. i was serious about your dad being proud.”

“he’s probably just elated to know the future olo’eyktan is teaching his eldest daughter how to fish,” you said flippantly, but you hid a smile at his warm words.

“and you will be my tsahik,” he said now. “beautiful, smart, inspiring…”

he noticed how you reacted from the praise, saw how your breath seemed to quicken, how your face flushed. truth be told, he’d known for a long time.

he kissed you, barely able to contain himself. this wasn’t the first kiss shared between the two of you, but the other ones were a lot more chaste. a bit more innocent. this one was deeper and he couldn’t control the moan that spilled out of him when your hands tugged his hair slightly.

you gasped as you felt his thigh flex between your legs, a good feeling fluttering in your most intimate parts, a feeling you wanted to explore.

chasing it, you moved your hips slightly and tonowari heard a gasp escape you as you did so. he looked down and saw what you were doing and how you were moving your hips against him. he’d never seen anything like it before.

“does it feel good?”

you nodded, biting your lips. your hands grabbed his arms for leverage. the feeling trickled through you, starting from where your most intimate parts were and spread.

tonowari cupped your face. “you’re doing so well for me. you look so good like this.”

you moaned at his words, gripping him tighter. he swore at this, at how it affected you. his cock twitched as he whispered soft words of encouragement.

“you’re so good,” he said. “my good, sweet girl.”

the feeling erupted and you trembled, gasping as you collapsed into him. tonowari stroked you through your orgasm, whispering sweetly into your ear as he did so.

finally you calmed down, face absolutely purple with blush. “wow. that felt…”

“good?” tonowari laughed and kissed you. “it’s supposed to. just wait until i play a more active role.”

you gaped at him and spluttered, looking away and he only laughed again.

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[bigbadripley]

hi could you do one where reader and steve are together and some kind of multiversal rift happens that causes captain carter to show up and reader starts to pine for peggy as well as steve, and steve obv still has a thing for the peggy he knew, and peggy still has a thing for the steve she knew, but also reader, so they do a threesome k thanks bye

Moments Stolen Taste Better

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Captain!Peggy Carter | 18+ Minors DNI!!  ⚠️

Warnings: Dom!Steve and Dom!Peggy, mention of stillbirth (idk it just gets brought up in the plot), reader has a mombod (we love it), voyeurism, thoughts of cheating, threesome, unprotected p in v

Words: 3.4K Words

Title based on "Used" by SZA ft. Don Toliver

A/N:  You are responsible for your own consumption. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please let me know~

"Babe? Have you seen my screw box?" You yelled through the house. After looking through the garage and not finding the Altoid tin where you kept your oddball screws, it was time to face that your boyfriend likely took it. "Babe!" You yelled out once more, not getting a response the first time. 

As you entered the kitchen, you saw him quickly chewing a bite of the sandwich he held, leaning against the countertop comfortably. You saved for a moment, waiting for him to swallow before he could respond.

"Should be in the n-" Steve cut himself off, "-Second room." He corrected. He knew you told him already that he could call it the nursery and that it wasn't some word that shouldn't be spoken. It was the second room until you got pregnant, then the nursery. Since the pregnancy failure, it's become a dusty baby furniture storage room.

It had been months, and you and Steve had time to heal from it, but he still tended to call the room by its former name. At first, it hurt, but now it doesn't, and Steve still corrects himself when he catches it. You began to wonder if he was doing it for your sake or his. 

You enter the small, pale yellow room and avoid looking directly at the bassinet, which makes your heart ache. Steve was correct: the screw box was on the changing station. As you pick it up, memories of decorating the room flood your mind, causing you to turn around and immediately exit, closing the door behind you. 

Gotta sort that out one day. You thought. Today is not that day. 

Before you go back through the garage door, you hear a crashing sound and smell something burning from the other side. Thinking it might have been a small battery explosion, you rush through the door to grab the fire extinguisher to the right. 

Beyond the smokiness, there was no fire or sparks but a figure on the ground. You weren't sure how they got there or who they were, but your first instinct was to put the extinguisher back and rush to see if they were okay. You were able to make out long dark hair, red lips, and-

It's a woman! You thought.

"Steve!" You yelled out in a panic, trying to get his help to pick up the unconscious woman. The blanket of fog began to disperse little by little, and you started to recognize her as-

"Peggy?" Steve said as soon as he spotted her. The girl he keeps in his compass. The one he left behind when he went in the ice. The only problem was that he never mentioned how tall and strong she looked.

Steve took one arm, and you attempted to grab the other before he picked her up entirely to bring her into the house. Given your size, you likely would not have been of much assistance anyway in lifting her.

Once Peggy was on the couch, you could get a better look at her. She was even more captivating than the photo you knew her from, and even more, interestingly, she wore a suit that was a near-replica of Steve's, the only exception being the Union Jack over the chest. 

"This isn't the same Peggy I knew," Steve piped up, crossing his arms. He seemed suspicious of her, but you felt the need to help regardless. You rushed to get a cold washcloth and placed it on her sleeping forehead, figuring the cooling would prompt her awake quicker after whatever tumble she took. 

Sure enough, after staying next to her for nearly ten minutes, Peggy began to wake. Her big brown eyes darted around the room before landing on you, filling with confusion. 

"Where am I?" She asked, sitting up and letting the rag fall from her head to the floor. Her accent floated through the air as her heavy boots clunked when she dropped them from the couch. You told her your name and explained that you found her in your garage, and she listened like it wasn't as strange to her as it was to you. "So, what Earth am I on?" She asked nonchalantly. You raised your eyebrows,

"Uh... I didn't realize they were classified in any way. I know someone I can ask who may know, but-"

"Strange is busy. I already spoke to him on the phone." Steven interrupted you as he walked back in from the garage. The second Peggy spotted him, she was awestruck, flicking her eyes up and down his form. 

"Oh, you're not my Steve." She said. You gathered that the Steve she knew was likely much smaller, and given her reaction, you couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, but couldn't tell if you were more jealous of her or Steve. You watched her gaze return to you, then to Steve, as the gears turned in her head until she connected the dots. "I suppose he'd be your Steve, yeah?"

"Well, yes, he is." You answered, trying not to say it awkwardly. You were not a stranger to being attracted to women, but since you and Steve got together, your eyes never strayed. 

Until you met Peggy Carter. 

"It was Stephen Strange that I needed to see." Peggy circled back to the previous topic. "But even if he could help me, my Travelmaster seems to be broken." 

You realized she was talking about the device on her wrist that looked like a smartwatch. The face of it was cracked and chipped, likely from whatever knocked her into your garage. "Can I see?" You asked, holding your hand out. 

Peggy nodded and took the device off, placing it into your hand. Your fingers grazed hers in a cheesy rom-com fashion, and you felt electricity for a moment, which could have been the Travelmaster. You examined it momentarily, realizing it would be a piece of cake to fix. "I can take care of this thing, but it may take a few days."

"That would be lovely!" Peggy exclaimed, more hopeful now that you could be of assistance. Her joy made your heart nearly collapse, and you sat the device on your knee to discretely wipe your clammy hands on your jeans. 

After a bit of back and forth about where Peggy came from, how she got here, and how in her timeline, she was the one who took the serum, thus becoming Captain Carter, you offered her a place to stay while you fixed her Travelmaster, and she accepted. 

The first day with your new guest was interesting, to say the least. You gave her some of your more loose-fitting clothes to wear to account for her larger build, and even then, they were still a bit tight on her. You weren't complaining as you silently enjoyed the view of Peggy in your sweatpants and Iron Maiden t-shirt that wasn't cropped on you but exposed a bit of midriff on her.

It's like if I let Jen wear my clothes, and then she hulked out. You thought upon seeing her in them. Only Jennifer was your best friend, and you weren't attracted to her like you were to Peggy. 

The biting jealousy came when she and Steve talked about the similarities in their times. They sipped coffee and laughed as you listened in, trying not to blatantly eavesdrop and being unable to help yourself. 

"The Travelmaster probably brought me here because I was thinking about how it must be fixed right before it shorted out," Peggy said. You stood and poked your head through the doorway, 

"Why would it take you here if that were the case?"

"Because you invented it in my time." She said, glancing at you as the cup made it to her perfect lips. God, how you envied that ceramic mug before what she said registered in your mind. You were an inventor, having been under the wing of Tony for some time, but you never invented anything as insane as a multiversal travel device. 

"I'm not surprised. My gal's a genius." Steve spoke up, mentioning you like you weren't there purposely and speaking to Peggy as if she were an old poker buddy. His eyes drifted over to where you were, and you passed him a wink that was more telling than anything you would have been able to say then. 

Oh yeah, he's getting his dick sucked later. You thought before your mind pictured it, but instead of you doing it, you pictured Peggy doing it. The visual caused the jealousy to linger again, and even worse, you had to adjust in your rolly chair at how aroused it made you. 

"Shit." You whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose at how absurd the thought was. It simply wouldn't work. 

Another day passed, and the atmosphere between you and Peggy was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You couldn't tell if it was just you or if Peggy felt the same and decided to hide it out of respect. On the flip side, you knew Steve was also delighted to have her around. 

The night before, Steve had you bent over the footboard of your bed, and your thoughts began to linger again. You loved your man, and he never failed to get you off, but when the image of looking back and seeing Peggy railing you with a strap-on popped into your head, you came harder and faster than you had in a long time.

It was challenging to look at her after that shameful thought. You could tell she noticed your awkwardness, and this frightened you. 

I got the hots for the woman sleeping on my fucking couch. What a nightmare. 

When you saw Peggy in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom, you tried to pass her by without yielding until she spoke to you first. 

"What's that room used for?" She asked, pointing to the room you avoided. 

"Uh, that was the nursery." You admitted, rocking back and forth on your heels. 

"Nursery? I-" She stopped herself, realizing the lack of children and the look on your face.

Probably noticed the extra baby weight and nothing to show for it, too. You thought before she picked her sentence up again. 

 "Oh, dear lord, I'm so sorry. How far along were you, if you don't mind?"

"Seven months. It's fine, really. Some things happen for a reason, you know?" You replied, trying to brush it off. Peggy pursed her lips and cocked her head,

"I guess that's also a good way to look at my being here."

"Look, I know this must be really strange, seeing Steve and..." You trail off, not sure where you're going with this, yourself. You just wanted to open a dialogue and hopefully make yourself feel less nuts. Peggy let out a small laugh,

"Believe me, it has been bizarre, but it's not what you think. If my Steve came out of the war to find someone like you, he's one lucky son of a gun." 

You stood paralyzed as the words floated through the air. Peggy looked down at you the way she usually did, causing your heart to thump as adrenaline washed over you. She was incredible, and her words only amplified your desire for her. 

"Fucking hell." You gasp as you finally catch your breath. The words fell out clumsily, and Peggy eyed you with confusion. 

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just losing my mind at how perfect you are." You admit, then immediately regret the words as her eyes widen at you. "Shit, I'm sorry." 

"You know, I've been quite irresponsible since my arrival. I neglected to tell you," Peggy started, stepping forward slowly. Her movements felt like a magnetic repulsion, causing you to back up as she approached until your shoulders and butt met the cold wall behind you. "I've watched you get involved with people who have no idea how to treat you, time and time again."

Your breath hitched as your back hugged the wall tighter, stuck between it and the buff woman pressed to your chest. "Fucking hell." You repeated the same way you said before, convinced you would die if she were any closer. The right corner of her mouth curled up at your breathlessness, toying with you. 

"Though I'm happy that you found Steve in this life," She leaned her face closer to yours, almost close enough to brush noses. "I still can't forget the sounds you make."

A small, pathetic whimper escapes your throat, betraying you as you feel yourself receding into the drywall. 

"Sounds like that, actually." She whispered. Her dark hair covered your peripheral vision, making her brown eyes the only thing you could focus on. You were in agony, realizing she was telling you that, in her time, she fucked you. Your mind raced through how it went, what she tasted like, how her tongue felt on your pussy. 

You felt hot and flustered. Having been with Steve for so long, you forgot what being pursued by someone new was like. There were so many things you wanted to say and do, but you felt like you were glued where you stood and couldn't find enough oxygen to speak appropriately. It felt like Peggy wanted to break you. 

As if the universe was trying to tell you to get out of that hold Peggy had you in, you heard the front door open, and footsteps proceeded through it. "How does macaroni casserole sound for dinner?" Steve called out as he entered. 

"Fucking hell." You groaned quietly with frustration from being cut off. Peggy loosed the distance between you for you to slip out and get to Steve. As soon as you turned the corner to the kitchen, where he was putting away the groceries, guilt washed over you. The thought of cheating on him was devastating, yet you had been doing it in your head for days now. "Mac casserole? Sounds good, baby." You finally answered his question as you came up and wrapped your arms around him from behind. 

You assisted with putting the food away and scampered off to the shower, hoping to rinse out the feeling of Peggy being pushed against you. All that was accomplished was more racing thoughts in the steam that caused you to turn on the high-pressure stream setting on the shower head and let the water rush against your clit, imagining it was her mouth. 

I still can't forget the sounds you make.

Her voice had a vice grip on your brain, repeatedly replaying like a Jedi mind trick. Your muscles jerked as the water drew an intense orgasm from you that nearly knocked you to the shower floor. A single high-pitched sigh punched from your gut as you heard the bathroom door open. 

"Did you trip?" Steve asked, responding to the thumping of your hands and feet and the sound you made. In a panic, you found it hard to lie on the spot. 

"No, I... uh..." You choked, slowly bringing the showerhead back up to the metal arm that held it over your head. Beyond the frosted glass that separated the rest of the bathroom from the tub, you could make out Steve's shape and the color of his hair, skin, and shirt, but no details. You did, however, hear a faint chuckle. 

"Playing with yourself in the shower is dangerous, baby. Why don't you come out, and I'll take care of you." He said, blurry form growing closer to the glass. It drives you insane when he talks like that. 

Yet, you imagined Peggy saying it to you also, English accent, nearly knocking you off balance again. You felt like an addict, looking for a fix for something you've never had before. 

You could see him more detailed beyond the glass now, but you could make out something else just behind him now. Another tall and wide stature, long, dark hair. Before you could respond, Steve pulled the door open to reveal himself and Peggy, who leaned against the bathroom wall and admired your drenched nakedness. You didn't bother hiding from either of them as the woman parted her lips to speak.

"Dry off and meet us in the bedroom. The three of us need to have a chat." 

Once sufficiently dried off, you exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around you, tucked under your arms like a terry cloth dress. You felt indescribably anxious and fearful of what they might have discussed to cause this meeting.

Steve and Peggy stood with their arms crossed on either side of you, staring with amused faces. 

"Drop the towel and have a seat on the bed, baby," Steve said, gesturing to the mattress the two of you shared. Your eyes widened, and you immediately turned your attention to Peggy, then back to your boyfriend. 

"Steve, I-"

"Do as he says." Peggy interrupts in a much more commanding tone. Were you terrified? Yes. But her stern tone nearly caused your knees to buckle simultaneously. You allowed the towel to fall to your feet as you slowly and shakily took the few steps to the bed before pivoting and meeting your butt to the comforter. 

They eyed you up and down as they circled you like a couple of vultures. You had become a spectacle. 

"She's gorgeous, ain't she?" Steve asked Peggy, who nodded. 

"Quite. Her thighs and bum are a bit thicker than the one from my Earth, but I find it fetching." She replied, not pulling her gaze from you for even a second. Steve chortled at this,

"I tried to tell ya, my baby girl's special." 

"What exactly's going on here?" You finally speak weakly, your voice cracking as thick saliva pools in your throat. You gulp before Steve responds. 

"Peggy told me everything. How she slept with you in her time, the moment you had in the hallway earlier-"

"And we've decided that we would both have our way with you." Peggy finished his sentence perfectly. Your jaw dropped at the proposition, and you began to question if you really did fall in the shower and this was all some concussion dream. Either way, the ache and gathering wetness between your thighs felt real enough. "Lay back," Peggy said in the same commanding tone as before, prompting you to follow suit. 

As Steve lazed around to the other side of the bed, Peggy pulled your legs apart at your knees to get an eyeful of your dripping heat. "Such a pretty pussy." She complimented, nearly making you blush all over. It felt like you might pass out under them until Peggy inserted her thick middle finger into your entrance. Steve stood and watched with delight, palming himself over his jeans. 

"Tell her how tight she is. She loves that." He instructed, giving away your secrets. Her finger dipped in and out, grazing your soft spot with each curl of her knuckle, making you whine. 

"Very tight, darling. Mind if I have a taste?" Peggy asked, directing the question to Steve. He gestured to you with his free hand and nodded,

"Have at it. That pussy is sweet like honey."

You watched from downturned eyes as Peggy dropped to her knees and began lapping your clit right away, swirling her tongue over it like hard candy and humming with pleasure as involuntary noises left your lips. Your eyes began to roll upward and look at Steve, stroking his cock with one hand and caressing your head with the other. 

"You like how Peggy eats your pussy, baby girl?" He asked. "Tell me how it feels."

"Feel's good." You said breathlessly as her finger continued to pump into you while her mouth manipulated you closer to your climax. The view of Steve pleasuring himself while watching and talking to you was enough to push you over the edge. 

"Cum all over her fingers, baby. Go ahead." He growled, having you nearly trained to release at his will. Your ads tightened, and you arched your back off the mattress as satisfaction ripped through your veins. Peggy continued to fuck you with her fingers, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she could, causing you to cry out. 

"Tell Captain Rogers thank you for letting me lick your pussy." Peggy demanded as she got to her feet. 

"T-thank you, Steve." You stuttered, watching Peggy come to the side of the bed that he was on. 

"I'd say she's ready for you," Peggy informed Steve with a nod before he circled to the side of the bed you hung from. She started removing the too-tight track pants she borrowed from you and climbing onto the bed, one knee after another. You found yourself excited over the prospect of her sitting on your face, aroused again without much time to rest. 

"You treat Captain Carter real nice, now." Steve sang as you felt the tip of his cock rub through your folds. Another whimper pushed through your throat as it came into contact with your sensitive nub, and Peggy smiled beautifully at you. 

"Love that sound. I wanna hear that as he fucks you, understood?" She said, turning around to give you the best view of your Scream t-shirt that showed a peek of her tummy and contoured her breasts. Before you could voice a reply, your mouth was covered by her moist cunt, prompting you to open your mouth and start exploring. "You were right, Cap. She is a good girl." Peggy said with a shaky voice as you began to trace the alphabet over her bundle with your tongue. 

Another weak gasp escaped as Steve's cock pushed into you, fully bottoming out as always and making you crumble with slow, rhythmic thrusts to start. 

"So tight, baby." Steve groaned, picking up the pace and placing his palm over your stomach. The added pressure and his rutting against your g-spot caused a long moan, nearly making you lose your pattern on Peggy's clit. She stared down at you as she gyrated her hips and rode your face. 

"Don't sto-op." Her accent rang through the air, causing you to flick your tongue faster. You have no intention of stopping, eager for her to cum in your mouth. Just the thought of it caused another climax to build inside of you. It was just as you pictured it. 

Steve continued to fuck you harder, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips and thighs, feeling you grow closer to release. "Fuck, baby, I wanna feel you cum on my cock. Cum for me." 

Just like before, he spoke your orgasm forward. Your pussy quivered and gripped his cock as you moaned into Peggy's cunt, still vigorously testing the swollen nub to completion. The vibration of the sound you made as you came did it, and she followed with her own almost instantly, juices dripping onto your lips and chin while her muscular thighs closed over your ears.

Your pulsating pussy pushed Steve closer. "Gonna cum deep inside you, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." He rambled as Peggy removed herself from your face to hear your breathy moans. Steve gave one final, hard shove before his warmth filled you up, watching as Peggy wiped her wetness away from your chin with her thumb. 

Steve joined the two of you in the bed, laying sideways with legs dangling off the side, breathing heavily. "Did that make you happy?" He asked, caressing your thigh. You smiled and nodded in return at him and Peggy. It was exactly what you wanted for days. 

"Then, by all means, take your time fixing my Travelmaster." Peggy spoke up before bringing her perfectly soft lips to yours in a dreamy kiss. She didn't have to tell you twice. 

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3.5 spoilers

ok, so i’ve thought somewhat about how much of existing kaeya’s lore hoyo would be retconning by making him not know he’s from abyss order bloodline and i think the most logical way i can reconcile all of the existing in game drops and the 3.5 dialogue is that kaeya knew he was from khaenriah, but was raised to believe Alberich clan are the regents of khaenriah, without being told of the abyss order connection. like i don’t think they’re retconning him knowing anything at all

bc like i can understand that things change in long-term projects, so if it was only the starting game lore, it’d be one thing. but hidden strife didn’t happen that long ago and based on the hidden strife alone kaeya’s dad called Alberich bloodline “regents of khaenriah” and casually referred to king Irmin, which implies Kaeya had at least basic grasp of khaenriah’s history and politics. this also tracks with his voice lines about Fischl and being descendant of lost royalty. so like, i believe he still Knows Shit and much more than he lets on, but maybe not very systematically.

but also now that I think about it, if I was dad!Alberich and i was preparing my son to plant him in Mond’s family, I would probs not tell him “hey sweetie, you and daddy are from the long proud line of the founders of the Evil Order. Yeah, you know, the Evil Order, which does Terrible Things, that’s us!” and instead present yourself as the noble regents, who picked up the pieces after royals fucked the country up, which like based on what we’ve seen of Chlothar, they’d probably sincerely see like this. this lets Alberichs to claim Khaenriah as both their legacy and responsibility, and it’s better to tell small kid he has a duty to his country, for which he is the last hope, instead of being like “cutiepie, one day when you grow up, you will be an important part of the Nefarious Crochet of Destiny, which our Evil Order has been planning for generations”

that would explain how he didn’t know about the abyss connection, but still picked up enough of lore and hints, which explains him referencing “sinners” in his voiceline about khaenriah frex. like after what we’ve learned in this archon quest, alberichs probably used “sinners” a lot in reference to themselves and khaenriah, so kaeya could catch a lot of religious shit and ideology, without knowing it’s connected to abyss order, bc like. this whole time we didn’t know shit fuck about sinner too! even Dain didn’t know about it and he was abyss sibling’s boyfriend. it’s a pretty well-hidden shit.

like kaeya obv never was supposed to know what his “mission” was, since even old mona’s voice line says “he thinks he made a clean break with the past”. which would very well lead to his state of anxiety, where he knew he’s planted in mond with *some* purpose, not knowing what that purpose it is and having to keep a secret that he was planted here strategically, but also since he was a smart kid who picked up enough to get Bad Vibes, feel preemptively guilty that MAYBE he’s a living timebomb which will be used against the country he grew to love, including his adopted family, but also not being able to tell so to the said adopted family bc he was raised to believe he has duty to his homeland as it’s last hope. like i think this uncertainty checks out better with his characterization from the start than being certain you’re from the Evil Order the whole time.

#rhine talks #genshin spoilers #kaeya #i mean if he didnt know about abyss then it makes diluc an absolute psycho for trying to kill him #but i think that tracks with hoyo treats diluc

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Could you do NSFW headcanons of welcome home sex, for lack of a better term, with reader after one or both of them has been apart due to a lengthy mission/assignment?

My parents have put a Carrie Underwood Christmas Album on the Chromecast, so writing this with "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee" in the background is definetly not a vibe 😂 I hope you're okay with an androngynous reader for this one, since there was no specification. I'll let everyone have a piece of this mans. First request! So it's lengthy lol.

Rating: M

WARNINGS: nsfw (obvs), pain-play, oral (receiving), penetration.

you had both been apart for well over a month, Alucard's recent missions sending him all over the island, and your own work requiring several weeks in the USA.

to say Alucard was "agitated" after the first couple days without you would be an understatement. Most of the time, he had the leisure of bringing you along on missions for logistical supervision, as well as to help give Seras moral support when she became overwhelmed by the violence and her Master's pushy manner of tutoring.

But this time, mans was strictly business with no pleasure the entire time he knew you were continents away from him. It unsettled Seras to see her Master so anxious to finish work with a punctual timestamp, rather than taking his time and embracing the chaos of shooting down ghouls and impaling whatever vamp had the balls to upend an entire innocent community.

In short, Alucard wanted you back ASAP. Not just for the knowledge that you were home safe and in his arms, but because your mere presence had become such a vital part of his daily patterns, and disturbing this schedule greatly put him on edge.

After 5 weeks, your paths finally aligned again at Hellsing Manor. You shivered knowing what was waiting for you when you entered your and Alucard's shared domain in the basement, giddy with excitement to be in his loving embrace again.

By the time you had reached your shared dwelling, every ember of light had been shut out. You couldn't even see your own hand in front your face.

You knew the game your beloved was playing, and acted dumb as you fumbled around to find a light source.

You knew exactly where you were going, having been living in this dreary dungeon with the world's most fearsome creature for a long while, but Alucard enjoyed it when you acted like a little lost lamb. It triggered the hunter in him, and you were more than prepared to be devoured.

You finally feel the distinct plushness against your thighs of the bed you had moved down here, more so for your own comfort than Alucard's.

You lay down on the bed with a sigh, sore from the long flight and tired from the jet-lag, but you knew that your day was nowhere near over.

Out of nowhere, a familiar weight materializes itself on top of you. A head falls on your chest, arms wrap tightly around your middle, and a muscular frame squishes your lower half into the mattress like a weighted blanket. Once upon a time his little jump scare startled you, but now it was an expected and welcome surprise.

Your arms automatically embrace your lover, grabbing handfuls of his coat, while your legs wrap around his waist like a koala. You hold him as tight as you possibly can while inhaling the familiar scent of his hair. Smokey ash and sulphurous from gun fire, your favourite.

Alucard's chest rumbles deeply in appreciation of your embrace before reaching his hands upwards, grabbing both your wrists from around him, and pinning them above your head atop the pillows.

You exhale out of satisfaction with being restrained by him, your safe place, trapped under him and defenceless to his will.

A heavy and open-mouthed kiss is forced against your lips, which you return with fervour. It's slow, but messy, filled with longing and relief to be back together again, where you belong.

You pull away for a breath, to which he whispers, "Mi-ai lipsit, dragostea mea."

"I can tell," you laugh. Big mistake.

You hear him scoff before diving back in, tongue headier and far more assertive, reminding you of your place. He then delves into the crux of your neck, biting down firmly, fangless, but hard enough to make you moan out in pain and bliss. His pelvis digs into your own, grinding against you, where you feel the hard ordeal in his pants. It makes you ache with longing, regretting your sass that has ultimately lengthened the teasing that he was already prepared to serve. You attempt to remove your wrists from his grasp as you push your crotch against him, but he's quick to pull away, the grip on your hands holding tighter to the point where it stung.

"I'm sorry, dearest, m'sorry," you gasp, "I've missed you so much, I just miss playing with you and pushing your buttons. You know how much I love your laugh—please." You beg, as he grinds into you again, appreciative of your loving words.

You feel him kiss up the side of your neck to under your ear, before trailing along your cheeks, on both your eyelids, and then finally back to your lips. To return it with fervour, before he replies "I know, dragostea mea, I'm here now."

An invisible force keeps your wrists bound above your head, whether it be one of Alucard's familiars or your own hypnotized submissiveness to his will you don't know, as Alucard sits up and begins stripping you of your clothes.

As desperate as he is to have you here and now, you've chastised him one too many times for destroying your garments in his fits of passion, so he's careful to not tug too hard on the seams, while still testing the limits of the fabric.

By the time you are finally bare before him, you don't even have a moment to shiver from the chill of the basement before he's on you again.

He hands, his tongue, they're everywhere. He ravishes you like a last meal, pulling you by your legs to force you against him as he squeezes, fondles and bites. You're in pure bliss, loving the mixture of quick pain and fervent pleasure. Return-home sex was always messy with Alucard, and there is not a spot on you, he leaves bare from his touch.

"Alu—please, w-want-" you stutter out, unable to find a coherent sentence in your vocabulary. Usually he would continue to tease you, he loves pushing your buttons too, but it's been far too long a wait, and he was growing just as impatient.

He kisses you again, pecked and loving, "M-am gandit la tine toata ziua," he says against your lips, before you feel a gust in the air and a tickling against your skin, indicating the dematerialization of his clothing.

He dips between your legs quickly, his long black hair tickling your inner thighs as you try not to twitch away. His long and warm tongue is delving inside you in an instant, laving heavily as to prepare you for him. His arm holds your hip down automatically, knowing you could never keep back your movements when he was down on you. It fills him with pride, knowing he is the only being who ever gets to grant you such pleasures, and he devours you with satisfaction, missing the taste of your essence on his tongue.

You nearly scream from the intensity of his mouth on you, breathing heavily and tears streaming down your cheeks. He growls in appreciation of your noises, sending a satisfying vibration into you.

Once he feels you are wet enough, he finally seats his hips between yours as you feel the familiar and long awaited pressure of him entering you, hard as steel and thick as the barrels of his guns. Despite his preparing you, it's always a tight fit, not that either of you were complaining.

Finally, joined as one, Alucard lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to rut against you with zeal, careful to not overdo it with his vampiric strength and harm you, but just enough to feel the pleasurable squeeze of his intrusion every time he pulls out and slams back into you with a slick smack.

You're all over the place at this point, the invisible grip on your wrists gone, allowing you to palm and scratch Alucard's firm chest and stomach.

His moans and groans are hellish noises that sound like your own personal salvation, deep and unholy. You can barely make a sound at this point, whatever noises coming up your throat die with every thrust.

Like every homecoming, you lose count of how many times the both of you release that night, always ending with you sticky, shivering and glued to Alucard's chest as he covers you with his coat and keeps you close for warmth. He swears it's the last time he will be away from you for so long, but duty always calls you apart again eventually.

At least the wait is always worth it.

#alucard #hellsing #alucard x reader #hellsing ultimate

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

I’m back. I’m incredibly annoying I know but I’m putting of writing my own Frankie series by bugging you

So we know Frankie likes her immediately, and we know Santi is a 💕whore💕 (affectionate) and at the very least wanted to fuck.

What about our favorite millers? Ben’s obvs in a different position bc he’s her boss and obvs wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable

And Will at least agrees she’s hot but didn’t express any desire to date her

Would they have fucked her given the chance? If Frankie wasn’t interested would one have made a move in a casual date sort of way? Will doesn’t seem like a one night stand kinda guy but a man’s gif needs

Also I’ve noticed twice now Frankie has mentioned tying her up… I anxiously await 👀

hello again !!

its never annoying I promise,, having someone this invested in something i write alone in my room literally makes my entire day/week/year,,, plus i needed a good brain break from plotting chap 9,, and omfg good luck with your series !!

*incoming brain rot about how reader in Through the Scope would get with each of the boys if Frankie wasn't in the picture*

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What Could Have Been - Through the Scope Drabble

Frankie is man #1 to her and he isn't getting that spot taken from him... but lets get into the Miller boys and Santi if Frankie was just a bystander shall we ??

Sweet Benny Boy: okay my 'off the top of my head' thoughts are that Benny was attracted to her initially. like you said he didn't want to make it weird by being her boss/co-worker and such so he didn't immediately jump at the opportunity to get with her. I feel like he would leave subtle (in Benny fashion) hints that he was into her. For example: taking note of her favorite lunch food and buying that for her, finding out her favorite soda/flavored water/drink of choice and keeping a shelf in the mini fridge stocked with it, and offering to show her how to use the equipment after hours since she doesn't get any time during the day. Obviously she would be attracted to him and notice his little acts of affection, but would be scared that shes reading to much into it. the culmination of their little back and forth flirting affair would be when they are cleaning the gym after hours and he sees her looking at the ring. he would offer to show her a few moves since he knows that she hasn't been inside one before. they would hop inside and he would get behind her to position her body into a correct fighting stance. both of them would be holding their breaths during this. when they finally get into throwing a few light punches he would allow her to hit him in the jaw. she would freak out as he fell down and rush over there to see if he was okay all the while apologizing. he would tell her 'come closer' and she would kneel down really close to him and he would whisper 'i think you have to kiss it to make it better'. after punching him in the shoulder for giving her a heart attack she lean down and kiss him gently on his jaw. he would sit up and tell her that he's 'all better now' but she clicks her tongue at him and shakes her head 'you may have a concussion i think you need more treatment'. the two of them would allow time to not exist as they make out and perhaps go a few rounds themselves in the middle of the boxing ring *wink wink*

Lovely Willy Will: so will is very respectful, very calculated (not in a malicious way obvi), and very observant. he would notice that whenever he would come into the gym to visit his brother or she would walk into the bar and see him sitting among the other guys that her breath would quicken. at first he would chalk it up to the jitters of meeting a new person or being in a new environment, but it would happened every.single.time. he would ask Benny how she adjusting to her new job and Benny would answer vaguely like "shes doing fine" or "my gym towels don't smell like mildew thanks to her." he wanted more information and he knew he had to ask her. one day when Benny got sick, he asked Will to step in and help train the people he had one-on-one training sessions with that day. after all Benny learned everything from his older brother. she would nearly shit herself when she got to the gym at 7:30 to set up and found that everything was already ready to go. she would be confused because she figured that her would be alone all day since Benny was sick. she hears the dryer going off and head back to check on it. while shes walking she would see Will come out of the locker room in only a small white towel hanging quite low on his waist. both of them would scare each other a bit, but he would fill her in on what Benny asked him to do. he would spend the day asking her where the simplest of things were 'where do you keep the bottled water?' 'where should i put the dirty towel?' and 'where can i find the clorox wipes after someone is done with their set?' all questions he obviously knew the answers too, but each time she would help him and each time he would thank her in that thick as molasses southern accent. when the day and the clean up was over she would buck up the courage to ask him to help her with something at your apartment 'its only fair right? since i helped you so much today?' she would say. he would only smile in the same boyish way Benny did and say 'whatever you say, hon'. he helps her fix a loose screw on one of her drawers and comments on a bottle of unopened wine she has on her counter. the two of them would spend the night drinking and talking about a vast collection of things,,,only when the sun came up and he asked her if it was okay would he kiss her.

Slutty Little Santi: i can see this happening in two ways. the first is that they both are immediately attracted to one another upon first meeting. in this case she takes him up on his offer to join him and the guys at the bar for drinks. the whole night is spent playing footise with him under the table and sneaking quick lust filled glances at him. when she can't take it anymore she tells the table that shes going to run to the bathroom, santi know exactly what she mean. he waits a short while before saying he has to go and slips away from everyone. she would be waiting in the hallway that leads to the bathroom for him. in an instant they would be all over each other. struggling to walk down the hallway to the unisex bathroom as they can't seem to take their hands off one another. when the door finally gets opened he would take her right then and there. not a single care in the world as they both just want each other so badly. then they would rejoin the group (her before him) and she would say that the line was just super long. a quick one and done moment, the both of them just needed to get it out of their system. the friend dynamic wouldn't change.

the second way is the dynamic would change. he wouldn't be able to get her out of his head for days and days after. no matter how many women he invited into his bed, they wouldn't be able to make him feel the way she did. he would feel like he was going crazy because this had never happened before. he didn't mind being on his own and in fact he quite liked it. he was his own keeper and didn't have to report to anyone but himself at the end of the day. as the two of them were friends, she would text him off and on and he found himself more and more excited to receive them and text back. he found himself being entranced by the idea of coming home to her, telling her about his day, fucking her until she couldn't walk in the morning, and then doing it all over the next day. he figured that maybe one more fuck would get her out of him system. maybe the sneaking around at the bar just made the experience better and if he fucks her in his own bed, he will realize that and he can go on with his life. well he was insanely mistaken. he didn't realize that it could be better with her a second time. she would be just as insatiable in the bedroom as he would be. both of them pushing each other out of their already so vast comfort zones and reaching new heights. after a couple more times of seeing her he comes clean and confesses that he has feeling for her. she would admit the same but said that she was scared because she didn't know if he felt the same way. while they are both going into new territory being in a committed relationship, there isnt anyone else they would rather be with

ahh yes,,,Frankie is a man of many talents so i hope to put them to good use if future chapters hehehhehe

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#through the scope drabble #through the scope headcanon #through the scope #frankie morales fanfiction #benny miller fanfiction #william miller fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #i love asks #literally please blow up my asks

[cassynite]

7 Snippets, 7 People

Tagged by both @knight-commander and @dragonologist-phd, thank you so much for thinking of me! My creative energy has been pretty low lately but this was very inspiring tbh!

Tagging (and im so sorry im nearly certain i will tag people already tagged by accident, and obv no pressure) @dmagedgoods @the-raging-tempest @undyingembers @spyridonya @rollofleaf @archduke-enver-gortash @thesolemnhour

Snips below the cut! Just from various things I am sloooooowly working on.

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1.

"The boats on the shore will take you anywhere, if you've got the coin for it," Eva says instead. "And you've got the right pass." She pins Evaethi down with a golden stare and then moves the map slightly, just enough to show a flash of the paper underneath, the grooves where a stamp had pressed into the paper.

Evaethi is still connecting the dots between Eva's words and the stamp when Eva places a careful hand on Evaethi's wrist. The skin is cool, slightly clammy and unpleasant. "Wouldn't it be nice," she whispers, "If we never had to see Master again? If we could go do whatever we wanted?"

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2.

"She was a child," Sparrow repeats. "One desperate for her father's love, and who never received it. Her greatest crime was thoughtlessness, not malice." She draws herself up and gives Daeran a smile she hopes looks genuine. "And if she hadn't run away, I likely never would have gone to Kenabres. So in a way, she is responsible for our meeting."

Daeran lets out a beleaguered sigh, but the frigid lines of anger have finally melted. "Yes, well. I don't enjoy this woman in our house, but it's certainly not my place to forgive her. I do hope she has grown up since your last meeting."

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3.

"It is my pleasure," he says, and turns his wizened gaze to Daeran. Daeran has to suppress a shiver from its intensity. His eyes are the clear blue of a cloudless day, shining ever so slightly with a light Daeran instinctively understands as divine--years channeling god-given power lingers even if he likely no longer wields a sword--and the gaze seems to peer right through him, to the rotten core infested with worms.

But he must not be using it, or he's attributing to the shadowy mass of hunger that watches Daeran to the shadows of grief: Sir Lant's expression holds nothing but cloying pity. "I never had the pleasure of meeting your mother," he tells Daeran, "but everyone in Mendev knew that a truer heart and a kinder soul didn't exist. Her contributions to the Crusade's cause and the church cannot be overstated. The world is poorer for her loss--but I hope I can help guide you to growing into the kind of man who would do her memory proud."

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4.

Sparrow's eyes widen and then--it's like watching a turtle retreat into its shell. The bright fury pulls back, closes down, her face smoothing into complete neutrality. If he hadn't just been watching her, Daeran would have sworn the emotion had never been there at all. It really is quite a feat; he can't think of anyone, noble or common born, who can seal away such passionate expressions so completely.

"I should go," Sparrow says, turning away and truncating the conversation. She directs her next words to the group as a whole. "We have a long day ahead of us, and we need our rest. Lann, I'll take second watch if you take first." And she walks away, stiff and lifeless once more, leaving Daeran with the fading electricity and the still-dirty pots.

Daeran sighs and returns his attention back to the dishes. The woman he was arguing with is gone--the emotionless, lackluster leader has made her unwelcome return.

He wonders what he can do to make her become that person again.

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5. (very mildly nsfw)

The skin on Sparrow's stomach was deeply sensitive, and Daeran's hand pressed against it was a shock of sensation that flashed through her body, settling between her legs. She could barely breathe; she felt like a half-feral animal dragged into the light, skinless and exposed, flinching at every movement. It was so much already, overwhelming in a way she'd never experienced before. If this was how she was going to react something as simple as a palm under her ribcage, how was she going to handle anything when she finished undressing?

Daeran sensed it too, she could tell. The warmth at her back receded as Daeran pulled away, his touch lifting; before he could fully retreat, she grabbed his hand, pressing it back to her torso.

"I just need a moment." Her voice was low, raspy, intimate in the heavy half-dark of the room.

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6.

It worked for Isore's purposes in this case. Depending on how good the intel of the incoming Hellknights was, they would arrive anywhere from the next few hours to dusk, and Isore needed to not be present when they arrived. He dipped the encoded notice into the brazier, letting the smolders of last night's fires catch it alight before he dropped it among the coals. Then he grabbed a piece of scratch paper only half-full of equations that were useful days ago and penned a quick missive: Gone to market. Don't expect me until nightfall.

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7.

Silaena won, her queen grabbing the checkmate, but she could tell he had let her. When he finally placed his king sideways, he spoke again. "It will be difficult to convince your father."

"He never actually disowned me," Silaena pointed out, the statement sticking a little in her throat. It had been a nasty surprise, even if it had worked in her favor; like he had known she would come crawling back one way or the other. "And I think once he knows what I am bringing to the table, he will eventually back down. There's nothing he wants more than for his direct line to keep Heaven's Edge. I'll give him that even if I give him not one other thing as long as I live."

#cassy writes #cassy wips #this was actually. very fun. even if it took me a few days to actually do it lol #thanks again for the tag!

[bucky-munson]

What's Hidden in the Shadows | 6

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Steve Harrington X Plus Sized!GN!Reader

Warnings: Bullying, abuse, swearing, mean ass Billy obv

a.n: Oh boy strap in for this one. I had a lot of fun, but I'm so sorry it took so long ;;

Taglist: @harringtonfan4 @jubilee40 @cevans-winchester

"So does Friday work for you?" 

The question stuns you for a moment and all eyes are on the two of you. You knew this was just supposed to be a fun outing between two friends, but with the stares from your friends around the lunch table there's a heavy pressure on your shoulders. It was like the others' thoughts were being broadcast directly to you.

Had The Steve Harrington just asked Y/N out?

The silence took more than a few seconds and quickly Steve was backtracking.

"I mean if not then it's perfectly okay, I just know there's a new scary movie playing at the drive in and we could go see it and–" 

"Friday's fine!" You reply quickly, trying to fight down the nerves threatening to spill over. If you had waited a single second longer, surely you would have panicked. Steve can't help but cheese happily, the warmth almost radiating off of him as he tells you he'll be there to get you at seven sharp so you guys can get the best spot. 

Sneaking around is infinitely harder than you first thought it would be. The thoughts plague you as you trudge down the side of the road, avoiding the busy after school traffic. 

"It's stupid I know, but trust me it'll just be easier if they dont see us together.." Billy assured you that he would find a way to keep the jocks off your back, so long as they didn't have to know about.. Whatever you could call the secret meetings between the two of you. Mostly consisting of him smoking like a freight train while you tried to work on your homework, but occasionally he managed to pry the books away from you.

That's how you found yourself now, books confiscated to force you to focus on him. 

"You're such a stick in the mud, y/n.. Leave the homework for home and have fun, it won't kill you. Do you need a drag?" He sighs, offering the half gone cigarette to you. 

"I don't smoke unless it's been a rough night.. Though I am stuck to this uncomfortable leather seat so.." 

He only rolls his eyes before shrugging, continuing to puff away then discarding the used butt out the window.

"Billy… Why are we doing this? We never hung out before and you hated me.. What changed other than.. well that.." You didn't mean to sour the mood, but you couldn't help it. It was so out of the realm of possibility that you'd be sitting here beside Billy Hargrove of all people. 

"Do I bore you?"

"That's not what I–"

"I know, dumbass.. But.. I don't know.. It's comfortable to me.. I don't have to.. Pretend or put on a show, I can just breathe,"

There's a moment of silence as you take in what Billy said to you. You, of all people, made him feel like he could just be even though you were here constantly waiting for a punchline. Tommy to pop out of one of the bushes surrounding the lake and the joke to be over. But Billy wouldn't say something like that if he truly wanted to hurt you would he?

"Get out of your head, y/n. I know that look too well," he huffs, mushing your face gently before continuing, "so I was thinking.. Let's go somewhere this weekend, since your dad is out of town and all. We can make a day trip of it, I'm not even watching the brat on Saturday." 

You know he means Max and you want to ask how he got so lucky but you figure it's safer to just err on the side of caution. 

"Depends, do I get to pick the place?" You quip back, looking out the windshield at the lake in front of you, almost ashamed of how excited you are at the idea of another moment like the last time you went out of Hawkins with Billy. He only laughs softly in return.

"Absolutely not, but you can pick the music." 

Friday couldn't come fast enough and now that it was here, you regretted ever saying yes to either boy. No matter what you did, you were absolutely preoccupied by the anticipation the weekend brought. You tried to calm your nerves, reminding yourself that it was just a horror movie with a friend, but a part of you couldn't stop putting a soft spin on every interaction you had ever had with Steve. Then when you opened the door to see him with a sweet smile, holding a bouquet of daisies, you knew you were too far gone. 

"If this is a date… Should I change into something nicer?" You mumble after thanking him for such beautiful flowers, but he adamantly refuses. 

"I don't want you wearing anything that makes you less than comfortable! You don't even have to think of it as a date if you don't wanna!" He assures you, resting a hand on your back as he leads you to his car. But when he opens the door for you and waits for you to get in before gently closing it, you realize how used to this you could be.

The comfortable silence made its return as Steve drove to the lot, and then you realized what Billy's words meant. I can just breathe.. There's no pressure to speak, no feeling of danger. Stealing a glance over at him, you take in his profile, hoping he doesn't notice your eyes tracing along the soft features. 

"Something on my face?" He chuckles softly, not bothering to face you. Giving a soft shake of your head, you focus back forward, a little embarrassed.

"Front or back?" Steve asks, rolling his head over to you as you both wait in line, the cars trickling along slowly. 

"Hmmm.. Back," you say with a soft smile and it seems to be the right answer as he smiles even more, nodding in agreement. Once the car is parked, he unbuckles his seat belt and settles a bit more comfortably into his chair. 

"Oh! I brought snacks!" He laughs as he reaches into the backseat, pulling up a couple of boxes of candy and offering them to you. "I like both of these so you pick one."

The movie becomes an afterthought before it even begins as Steve eases you into a casual conversation. You almost can't believe how easy it was to talk to him about anything, telling him about your mother leaving and your dreams of graduating and leaving Hawkins, and he even confides in you about his failed relationship with Nancy.

"God.. This is a really horrible first date conversation isn't it?" He laughs, hiding his face in his hands. 

"No, no.. I mean maybe if it was a normal first date but.. I don't think it's weird for me," you admit, ears burning hot at his obvious admission that he thought of this as a date. 

"So you are thinking of this as a date?" He asks brightly, not giving you a chance to refute it. 

"That's it Steve, I'm watching the movie, no more talking," you scoff, stuffing a handful of candy into your mouth as he laughs loudly. 

"The end was kind of shit wasn't it?" He groans as he's driving you back home, a dull beat playing over the radio.

"I mean maybe, but you can't expect the killer to get away clean, can you?" 

"Uhm have you seen any other horror movie? The killer always gets back up and is fine.." 

"Cut me some slack, I don't watch movies often.." You admit softly, Steve instantly shooting you a look as he quickly mutters,

"No shit? We gotta change that. When are you free next?" 

"Are you asking me on a second date already, Steve?" You ask as he parks by your trailer and the boldness seems to take him by surprise. He doesn't wait long however before grabbing your hand in his gently, his eyes quickly finding yours earnestly.

"If I am?.. Do you wanna pick the place?" 

Steve's words send a pang of pain through your heart for a moment as you think of Billy, but the feeling of his soft fingers brushing against the skin on the back of your hand is intoxicating to all of your senses.

"Y..yeah.. We can just.. Rent some movies? I wanna see your favorites."

He grins and nods excitedly, letting go of you to let you leave. He calls out a soft "I'll call you," before you shut the door and head inside, emotions still spinning. 

You weren't given a chance to breathe this time though, because as soon as you closed the door you're greeted by a pair of teary blue eyes. 

"Shhhh.. Don't get scared, it's just me.. I didn't have anywhere else to go," Billy mumbles as he rests a hand on your arm. He's disheveled, hair messy and his lip is bloodied, it's almost like a completely different person was standing in front of you. 

"Billy, Jesus Christ! What happ–" You stop yourself, already knowing the answer when his eyes tear up again, so you decide to just grab his hand instead, leading him to the bathroom. "Sit.." He doesn't put up any fight and sits on the closed toilet seat, uncharacteristically quiet as you dig for the first aid kit. Working quickly, you dab the alcohol pad on the cut, keeping the touch delicate as the sting would come anyway. He leans his head into the hand you have cupping his cheek, not caring that his tears are streaming into your palm. The blood has already dried so the cleaning is over easily, but you don't have the heart to move as Billy grips the sides of your shirt. 

Your hand stutters a bit but you slowly drag your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean forward and rest his forehead against you.

"Billy.." You start, unsure of how to continue so you caress his hair for a moment longer before deciding to avoid the obvious. "Did you eat today?" He shakes his head, still holding you tightly, but eventually looks up at you. Your eyes meet for a moment and he can't handle the soft and caring eyes looking down at him. He stands quickly, too quickly, but stops and hesitantly holds both of your cheeks in his rough hands. 

"You're too fucking good to me.." He mutters lowly, leaning down to press his lips against yours. Any thought is erased with the gentle pressure of his chest against yours as he presses you against the wall. "So soft and sweet.. never expecting anything from me," He's rambling between kisses and there's no urgency, just the light brushes of his lips on yours before he pulls away. 

"I wasn't lying though.. Can we eat?"

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #plus sized reader #steve harrington x reader

[callsign-bunnie]

hi idk if i read this correctly but can you do mateo dressing/acting like alejandro for the first time so he could get Rudy to notice him (obvs) , ty ♥ !

Yep! Here you go!

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Rodolfo was trying very hard to focus on his homework. He was. 

But, his mind was distracted by… Alejandro. It was always Alejandro. He wasn’t dumb, he knew why. His mind had chosen the absolute worst fucking person and decided to get a crush on them. Why Alejandro?? Why his best friend??

Rodolfo tried to shake it off and turn back to his notebook, sighing and putting his chin in his palm. Well, he could list off the reasons. Alejandro was sweet… and funny and confident and… Well, maybe him being an alpha while Rodolfo was an omega had something to do with it. 

He believed in equality, don’t get him wrong, and he understood that he and other omegas could still count as oppressed but… he’d always been a bit more traditional. Maybe it was his family, maybe it was just him, but he was. Alejandro was, too, but not in an asshole way. He just believed in holding the door open and paying for dates and stuff like that. Rodolfo liked that. 

Your homework, Rodolfo! Fuck! This was completely unbearable! He groaned and laid his head on the table, closing his eyes. Give him five more minutes and he’d be twirling his hair and giggling in the middle of a library. Ughhhhh. He was 16, he needed to get it together.

So, he lifted his head and completely pushed Alejandro and the black leather jacket he’d gotten for Christmas and the loose jeans he usually wore, and- He was hopeless. Completely and totally hopeless. 

Homework. Now.

Finally, Rodolfo managed to point his head in the direction of his homework and he blissfully managed to get Alejandro out of his head, focusing on the absolutely boring subject that was creative writing. Look, he got no enjoyment out of it. To each their own; Rodolfo wasn’t a writer.

Maybe that was partially the reason Alejandro was stuck in his mind like a broken record. He hated this subject, it made sense his brain was desperately trying to escape it.

Someone came up and leaned against the counter and he blushed as cinnamon and honey washed over him. Telling himself not to get too excited, he looked up, checking for blue or brown eyes. He was greeted with warm brown eyes and relaxed, smiling. “Alejandro.”

“Hey.” Alejandro smiled at him, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table. “How are you?”

Rodolfo snorted. “I’m great, thanks. When did we start trying to make small talk?”

“Eh, first time for everything.” Alejandro paused and looked away and Rodolfo frowned. “Just thought I’d ask.”

Rodolfo winced, feeling bad for immediately jabbing at him, now. “Sorry. Thanks for asking. Yeah, I’m fine. Sick of this creative writing assignment, but… eh.”

“Oh, the one about how penguins mate for life??” Alejandro perked up.

Rodolfo nodded, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah. How did you know about it? We just got it, yesterday, and you don’t have that teacher.” He and Alejandro hadn’t spoken since a few days before, either, and Rodolfo didn’t have minutes left on his phone. Liliana’s fault. He was still tempted to beat her ass for it.

“Oh.” Alejandro blushed dark. “Mateo was complaining about it. You know how he is.”

“Yeah.” Rodolfo nodded, relaxing, since he did. He liked Mateo, he thought he was fun, but… Mateo liked to complain a lot. And Mateo did have the same teacher. “Sometimes, I think he’s not happy if he’s not complaining.” He joked. “It’s like a hobby for him.”

He frowned, watching Alejandro seem to tense and clench his hands into fists. Then, he shrank back. Mateo was such a touchy subject… he never knew what would piss Alejandro off. “A-Anyway,” he quickly said, not really wanting to get into another argument. They’d been fighting more and more lately… “I’m really just not a writer. I don’t know how I’m supposed to write a love story between two penguins.”

“Everyone else is doing something basic, you should do something creative.” Alejandro slid into the seat beside him. “Maybe… a penguin falls in love with another penguin, but the other penguin likes a different penguin?”

Rodolfo thought it was creative but… “I don’t know, that seems convoluted.” He sighed and shook his head. “Kind of sad, too.”

“The main penguin could win the other over. I mean… how do you think he’d be able to do that?” Alejandro shrugged, folding his hands on the table beside Rodolfo.

Rodolfo looked at his hands and then raised an eyebrow. Mateo did that, not Alejandro. But, he shook it off. Alejandro had a tendency to pick up others’ mannerisms. “I don’t know… Maybe with gifts. I know I like gifts…” Sort of. He didn’t like big or expensive ones, but he liked when Alejandro found random things that he said made him think of Rodolfo. “Can penguins sing?”

“Yes!” Mateo nodded. “They sing to attract mates.”

Rodolfo raised his eyebrow at Alejandro’s fast answer, expecting an I Don’t Know. You know, come to think of it, Alejandro was putting a fair amount of thought into this creative writing assignment. “I like music. I think if someone sang, it might win me over.” Maybe… Alejandro was trying to take an interest in him? The idea flattered him and he found himself flushing. “You know. That’s just my preference.” He smiled, fidgeting under the table. 

Alejandro watched him, for a bit. “Mateo sings.” He finally said.

Oh. “Okay?” Rodolfo snorted, though his heart kind of sank. “I’ll keep that in mind, I guess.” Alright, maybe he’d misread the situation. “I’ll think about the penguins, I guess. Hey, since when do you care so much about my creative writing assignments?”

Alejandro shrugged and then gave Rodolfo a half smile, one that Rodolfo recognized and also adored. “Just trying to help my best friend out.” He nudged him and Rodolfo found himself blushing dark, despite the “best friend”. “If um… you need more help, you know you can ask Mateo?”

Huh. That was the second time he’d brought him up. What was with Alejandro?? Don’t get Rodolfo wrong, he was glad Alejandro was making an attempt to get along with him better. Rodolfo and Mateo were friends. But… this was odd for him. “I’ll think about it.” He smiled, anyway. “Thanks for the help, Alejandro.”

“No problem.” Alejandro nodded and then looked up. “Shit, I gotta go. Bye!” He rushed off before Rodolfo could say anything. Rodolfo just rolled his eyes, though, hating the way Alejandro tended to just leave. 

Whatever.

He turned back to his notebook, writing down Alejandro’s idea before also writing down some basic ideas for how it could go. Why fucking penguins, anyway??

Ugh, whatever. 

“Hey, what are you working on?” 

Rodolfo blinked at the smell of cinnamon and honey washing over him and looked up, greeted with… warm brown eyes. “Funny.” He joked. “Where did you have to go to?” He asked, looking around. 

“Go… to?” Alejandro raised an eyebrow and blinked. He sat by Rodolfo and touched his head. “Are you okay, Rudy?”

“I… Yeah.” Rodolfo blinked and shook his head. “Are you?? You were just here, talking to me about my creative writing assignment.” He huffed, moving away from Alejandro. “Don’t fuck with me.”

Alejandro tilted his head before almost appearing to stiffen. Rodolfo made a face, not liking how he was behaving. Then, Alejandro just shook his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I was… just trying to joke. I forget you don’t like those kinds of jokes. Hey, listen, I was thinking we go to the movies this weekend. Just… you and me?”

Rodolfo blushed dark. Oh, maybe he hadn’t been misreading it… “Like… Like a…” He trailed off, flustered.

“A date?” Alejandro confirmed and nodded, then he was also blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. “If you’re okay with that, that is-”

“I’d love that!” Rodolfo burst out before covering his mouth and blushing even darker. Oh shit, that was embarrassing. “I’d… I’d love that.” He tried again, glaring at Alejandro when he laughed softly. “Nevermind, I take it back.” He huffed.

“No, no, Rudy!” Alejandro quickly defended, though he was laughing more. “I’m sorry! I just- Fuck! I was so nervous you’d get weirded out and tell me to fuck off.” 

“Well, I didn’t,” Rodolfo answered. “Don’t like being laughed at, though.” He lightly shoved at Alejandro, not actually that mad. “Asshole.” He added.

“You think I’m funny.” Alejandro half grinned and then leaned over, kissing his cheek. “I’ll pick you up-”

“No.” Rodolfo shook his head, immediately, remembering the last time Alejandro had drove them somewhere. “I have my license, I will pick you up.”

Alejandro feigned offense, touching his chest. “Does my driving not suit you, Rodolfo?”

“It does not. Not at all.” Rodolfo answered, honestly. “In fact, it makes my heart beat ten times too fast.”

Alejandro laughed, again. “Alright, alright. You can drive.” He shook his head. “I’m still paying, though.”

“Good, you can spend your money.” Rodolfo teased, though inside he was so incredibly happy. Alejandro was taking him on a date! Ahhh! “Hey, while you’re here, what should I name the penguins??”

“The penguins? Oh, the creative writing assignment?” Alejandro raised an eyebrow and took Rodolfo’s notebook, looking at it.

Rodolfo raised an eyebrow. “Your memory is getting worse, Ale. I’ll have to start calling you Viejo.”

“Ah, shut it.” Alejandro snorted and threw him a look. “Umm… I have no idea.”

“Eh, maybe I’ll take your advice and ask Mateo.” Rodolfo sighed, honestly just grateful to have gotten the help he already had. “Thanks, anyway.”

“Anything for you, Rudy.” Alejandro grinned at him, though his tone was teasing so Rodolfo shoved him again. "Also, I think I have names. Daniel, Gabriel, and Isabela."

"Of course you'd find a solution so quick when I mention Mateo." Rodolfo rolled his eyes, not even shocked. That made more sense.

Alejandro just grinned.

-

Rodolfo tilted his head as Mateo stepped into their language arts class, noting the bandage on his nose. 

Huh.

Odd.

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