#thank god i´m a country boy

[darlingofvalyria]

❝I am not a Valyrian Sex God.❞

part 03 | pucker up, buttercup

chapter summary:

[ The line of friendship dances in uncertain waters when you and Aemond play the fake dating game a little too well. Helaena reveals much more than meets the eye to Aegon, and vice versa. Oh, and Alys. Hi Alys! ]

[ 5,399 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— mostly fluff, a wee bit angsty, a little smutty - profanity, i swear a lot sorry too shhshs - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— thank you so much for the love this little fic is getting so far!! it truly warms my heart that you people enjoy my twisty, crackpot humour and my version of a modern au for these characters!! as much as i am grateful for george for making these characters and these stories, i have to say what propelled me to write is the beautiful community i found. truly, from the bottom of my heart. ❥ fandom is built on community. i would not have had the courage to start writing fanfiction again if not for ya'll. so thank you so much. for the consumers and the creators. you, us, are the beating heart of fandom. please take care of each other. + comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

"Please tell me I haven't inhaled so much drugs in my system that I am hallucinating our— and I say this with a lot love, okay you know what? No. Our Nasty Little Bitch of A Grudge Holder we call, lovingly, a brother, is not dating the hottest friend you have? Hel? The hottest friend you told me if I ever came anywhere near, you'd rip me a new asshole? How is Aemond's asshole still intact?? Or does our brother just have a gaping fun-house slide down there? Hello? Hellooo, pay attention to meee. This is so rude, why didn't I call Daeron?"

"Because Daeron knows nothing and I know everything?" Hel snorts, finishing up re-naming Aemond's contact from CURRENT DUMB BRO to NASTY LITTLE BITCH OF A GRUDGE HOLDER, before turning to Aegon on her laptop.

Like she predicted, Aegon is already pouting, leaning back on what Helaena remembers is their grandfather's rum-coloured leather office chair. In his office. In Oldtown.

After a quick stint in Ibiza, it seems Helaena's brother had found himself back in the country, and worse— back in their grandfather's office. Without him in it.

"Grandpa's going to kill you." Helaena snorts. "How'd you even get inside his house?"

"This is not the first time I have been faced with a locked door, baby sister."

"You broke a window didn't you?"

"I really, really had to piss."

She rolls her eyes. Hard. "You are a boy. You can literally just pee anywhere."

Aegon flutters a gasp and a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? I may have a penis, but that does not mean I have to be uncouth. For shame, Helaena. Also disgusting. But that's not why I called." He steeples his fingers as he leans forward, pressing his elbows against the nice mahogany desk. "What the fuck is happening over there? I'll be there by tomorrow and I'd like to know what the fuck is happening before I start—" he wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, " — shaking things up."

A dark look crosses Helaena's usually amiable pretty face that has Aegon leaning back. "If you do anything— and I mean anything — to ruin what I have going on, Mother may help you for I certainly won't. The Stranger will look like an old friend, Egg, don't you fucking dare."

"What the fuck," Aegon exhales, wide-eyed and horrified. "Have you been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies again?"

"No," she lies. "I'm doing this for my OTP."

 "Oh my god, you're the one who roped them together?" Aegon strangles a sigh. "Lae-lae, we've talked about this. No matter how much you think they're cute, Aemond—"

"— Aemond and Alys broke up."

"Then they'll be together again before the weekend's out." Aegon rolls his eyes. "It's Aemond."

"Not like this." Hel shakes her head. "I got her to agree, Egg. And they're like... Gods, the pictures don't do them justice. They're magnetic. They make plans at the apartment, Aemond is there all the time— my OTP is happening."

"You are playing god between two people you care about."

"What else am I supposed to do?! They're obviously so hot for each other, and now that Alys is out of the picture, and she's there, right in front of him, Egg, you should see how it is between them. The energy. It's crackling. They have inside jokes, they're so comfortable with each other, and I will have the most beautiful nephew and niece—"

"—Helaena Targaryen," Aegon admonishes with finality. Hel quiets. Often times, the siblings forget Aegon is quintessentially the oldest sibling. They had never been close to their father's actual firstborn— the age gap is wide and there's just... too much complicated family fissures in between that it feels awkward, even when they're relationship is okay, to interact or consider Rhaenyra anything past a cousin you see every other holiday because you have to, much less now that their father's dead — so Aegon is their big brother.

And though they see it in bits, in flung comet pieces that you see preciously once every few hundred years— the vibe of big brother grasps the edges and reminds the younger siblings.

Sure, he's a dick. Sure, he's a whore. Sure, he's their mother's least and most favourite headache— but Aegon is their big brother.

"You cannot play puppeteer like this. This can blow up in their faces. And they care for each other. Their friends. If this blows up in their faces, it is going to hurt."

"I know that," Helaena says quietly, pout pinched but face mostly cleared. "You don't think I don't know?"

"I think you've already outweighed your chances and your choosing a possibility."

Helaena looks truly scolded at that point, and it juts a guilt down Aegon's stomach. But Aegon likes you. Maybe not like in the way that his brother likes you— in that intense, possessive way he gets with people and things he care about because there are so few of them — but he likes you. And he loves Aemond on a bad day, and likes him on a good one.

And Aegon knows, as a superior power about crashing and burning, that this is going to hurt both of you in ways that he truly doesn't think Helaena understands.

Because he isn't blind (as his brother) (bad joke?) (probably) to what he sees in Aemond's gaze when it looks at you. Sure it's possessive, sure it's the same way he looks at most people he keeps close to his heart.

But he was the one who saw how Aemond looked at you before Alys came into the picture. Before it morphed into nothing but platonic; morphed close to how he looks at Helaena. In that soft, I'm So Glad This Person Exists I Would Kill Literally Everyone For Them.

Aegon always thought he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Etch you into his skin until your shape is in red marks across white plane. He looked at you like I Would Kill Myself If You Asked.

It was the possibility of devotion dipped in insanity. Aemond had so few things, much less people, who so vocally, physically, and emotionally cared for him without addendums.

The only real reason he never did anything before was because you were Helaena's best friend. Helaena loved you. And he couldn't destroy that alongside the fact that you might leave his side.

And then Alys happened and that focal point moved.

Aegon knew his brother. Not as intensely, and maybe that's the reason he could see it. To see clearly past the intensity and recognise its edges. Aegon knew his brother in his marrow.

"When this crashes and burns—"

"If!" Helaena quips stubbornly. "If it crashes and burns. Come home. You'll see, Egg. Aemond just needs to see."

"And what if she doesn't reciprocate, Lae-lae? She's not hard to love, and this is Aemond." Even Helaena knows his feelings, once taken root in whatever form, can blossom.

Helaena smiles softly. "Come home. You'll see. I can see it. I've seen it. The possibility of them, and it's so pretty, Egg."

It's really not all that pretty, fake dating.

Maybe it could be, but Aemond Targaryen is such an ass.

"This is not like The Devil Wears Prada fashion montage," you grumble, pinching off the big, 60s, yellow sunglasses off your nose to glare pointedly at the man sat on lounge chair. "All the zippers and tugging— this is not as pretty! And I look ridiculous! I don't wear dresses like these, Aemy!"

"You don't look ridiculous, you look like my girlfriend." He makes his emphasis with an inch raised eyebrow and pouty lips twitching not to laugh. "That's the point, is it not?"

You make a drawl huff. It's not just that his words were right— that's what the past hour has been, roaming around all these big named fashion brands where the staff just knows Aemond Targaryen, if not just by him sauntering in with all the swagger of an asshole you'd walk the other side of the street to ignore, then by the flash of his black card (or three, 'cause what the fuck is money to Targaryens holy shit) — but the way he's sitting as he appraises every look he's chosen for you.

He's lax, as could be in his usually perfect posture, with his hips in the middle, and one leg braced down whilst the other is raised to his other thigh. A confident man's sitting position, with an arm over the length of the sofa, balancing a champagne a trying-to-suppress-her-giddiness staff gave him.

At your disapproved glare— down on your nose at him because you're standing over him, lording over him, as he's sitting down — and he's smirking up at you. As if the power dynamics don't shift by whoever is looming over the other.

Aemond doesn't need to stand to make you feel all fluttery with a smirk and a strong gaze against your body. His eyes gaze from the bottom of your heeled toes, slow, slow, slow, until it reached the top of your head.

Surely you've only imagined his gaze lingering on certain parts of you that now felt hot and tingly.

Surely.

"Plus," he continues with a hum. A sip of champagne. "Isn't this your idea?"

"Yes, but—"

"Didn't you tell me that I should prepare the kind of outfits that Aemond Targaryen's girlfriend would wear—"

 "Yes, but I—"

He leans forward, taking pleasure in arguing with you, as he settles his elbows on his knees, pressing both of his feet flat on the tile. He's looking up, still, but his eyes are intense and the corner of his mouth is twitching from a grin he's trying to fight.

"And even when I told you that didn't matter, that whatever you wore would be fine, you insisted?"

"Because I thought it'd be fun!" you growl and he falls in faint, amused laughter. His eye is sparkling and there's a joy to him that makes you giddy. You truly have missed Aemond as you know him. "Because I wanted a fun dress-up montage, but nothing about this is fun! Why are you choosing so many goddamned zippers, and they're all so fucking tight?"

You plop beside him, stealing his champagne. Staff look away, trying not to ogle too much between you two. As you take sips of his drink, his hand, still over the sofa's arm, begin drawing idle circles on your exposed shoulders. It warms you and calms you down, melting further in the seat beside him.

"I liked the dresses," he finally murmurs. "The ones before this. The flowy fabric ones."

"Those are summer dresses," you say though don't know why.

"Hm," he hums. "You look pretty in them."

You look up at him and he's looking at you, a small smile on his face. The proximity is too near to be proper but not near enough if you're fake dating. You study his silver lashes and the scarred flesh.

"Thanks."

"We'll get them. Is that alright with you?"

You snort softly. "You're paying, Aemy. You can do whatever you want. Can't believe this is how your dates with Alys usually went."

Hatching plans meant unloading information about his former relationship with her. Going through their relationship so you could understand it better, better proportioned the good and the bad, and secretly, make him see the red flags that should jump out in clear, plastic red.

"Not at first." He's looking away now, but his finger is still drawing circles. There's a wistful tone to his voice, like seeing through a dream and a memory. "But when it got... bad, it seemed like the only time we weren't fighting was when we were in public. Almost subconsciously, whenever things got tensed, I'd offer to take us out. Do anything outside of our bubble. Money isn't an issue, and before Alys said she felt like a... cheap whore than a girlfriend, buying things for her, spending time looking through things to wear, to match almost, was safe."

"Gift Giving," you mutter with a nod. He turns.

"What was that?"

"A love language." He cocks his head. You sigh. "I mean it's stupid and not really theoretically accurate, but for fun, there's five types of love languages. People do this test thing and sort of box up the kind of love language you want to receive and what you give— but truly, in my opinion, a true kind of love demands all five for it to work."

He hums, intrigued. "And what are the five?"

"Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, Gift Giving. But, you know, all of those should be given by a partner, in increments they can do for you. There shouldn't be a boxed fixture of what your relationship could be."

You shrug, standing up and stretching. You don't see him looking at you in the way that he has been for the past few days, and he doesn't know the tingles and feelings you keep between a smile and a sigh.

"Love looks different for everyone but it should have the same concept."

"And what concept is that?"

You turn to him, smiling. "That if you truly love someone, you can try anything. Love doesn't demand things that you do for the simple reason that you love the person enough."

"Love can be complicated," he says, and he's not arguing, not really. He isn't begging for you to understand. He is simply saying.

"Love can," you agree. "As most things are complicated. But it doesn't have to hurt."

It's a boundary line, the way he blinks, remembering why you're here together, why he gets to touch you in intimate ways, why he gets to pay for clothes, why you spend this time with him. A jolt. A shock.

You don't press and he doesn't retreat. The line exists not just to remind, but to stabilise any projections. Any dangerous tones.

You simply smile, nodding at the time. "Dinner date, babycakes. We can't be late for reservations."

"We can be late for a few minutes," he says, remembering echoes of how Alys sometimes got late. It isn't really her fault; there are days when she's too busy at the law firm, too busy with a meeting or two, or still finishing up her makeup because she doesn't like going to dinner in her work clothes.

"Sure, but we're here together and I know how much you hate being late." You snort.

"I don't hate it."

"Sure, but you got that eye twitch you do when you're annoyed," you tease, tapping your own eye before you wink at him and skip away.

For the past few days since the bar incident, by your suggestion, you and Aemond had pour out the intricacies of how Aemond and Alys' relationship worked whilst hiding your true intention of making him see its faults and corners, and at the same time, continue on with the charade of dating him.

It's been a packed week or so, going to your shifts at the bar, meeting with Cregan once and a while (boy had been busy, and he found the entire thing with Aemond incredibly hilarious).

You answered no question mark in regards on who the hand was, only sent a winky face or a kiss blowing emoji. You continue to post minute representations of your no-longer-single status in brief intervals, making sure that you never name him. You never publicly give him a recognisable body.

But for those that knew, knew.

It really wasn't that hard. There were only so much pale, toned hands, so much body builds you can hide with your hand covering his general face that you can hide without people making smart guesses. There wasn't a lot of pale, toned people around you after all.

But in your refusal to name him, the question continues, and so does Alys silent observation of every post. The only story she had liked had been the very first one.

You often wonder what she thinks, before your mind is devoured once again with everything else.

To be fair, as often as you had both been seeing each other lately— and it has been the most often you have been seeing of him — there were still things outside of Aemond and Helaena plans. And Aemond still had UNI to focus on.

"You know, I often forget you're still in university," you say now, comfortably warm in Aemond's car. All fresh leather seat and crisp new car smell despite knowing that Aemond's had this unit now for at least a year. He maybe rich, but he knew what he liked and took care of them.

He shoots you a quizzical look before looking back at the road. The city is bathed in a gorgeous stream of oranges and pinks, tie-dying glass buildings and bustle of city roads. When you look at him, you smile softly at how pretty the light hits him.

"Why is that? Do I look that young?"

"Your vibe is so old man on a nine to three, cigar breaks by four, and whiskey sours by seven pm."

He makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. You laugh. "I would like to think it's my altruistic classicism. A timeless endeavour."

"Sure, old man," you tease then sigh. "Reality is, I'm so much older than you. I'm hanging out with a child. On my free day. Is this what it means to reach low status?"

"I am not a child." His reply is sharp, cutting, almost offended.

"You're in college."

"And of legal age? You're only four years older."

"Oh, right."

"What?"

You smirk at his dark look. "You like 'em way older."

His face, much like his gaze, heats up. You're imaging it when the ride turns red, the car slows to a stop, and he is looking at your lips. Surely it was, because you got transfixed with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. A slow, tantalising movement.

It feels like an eternity stretched within three seconds. The light turns green and both of you turn away.

Well, there's been that. A few times. But it doesn't mean anything. Aemond is in that transition of trying to rid himself of bad habits, of being freshly single once again, and you know he and Alys get in on frequently. This had been a conversation a few days back, on a couch, smell of grease and pizza around the room while Murder She Wrote played in the background.

"Wait, wait, wait." You sat up, folding your legs underneath your butt, and giving Aemond your full attention with a little 'o' in your mouth.

"Wait!" Helaena calls playfully from her sway to the bathroom. "Imma pee!"

"Take care, my beloved!" you call back, before turning to Aemond with a big, Cheshire grin.

"Can we not dwell on it?" He's flustered but is trying not to show it, looking back to the TV as if he understood why there's a body on the plane.

But wine has been had, spilled and shared, and it's enough for you to grab that fluster and the topic, and smirked.

"No, no, we will talk about it. We shall! We must! Do you mean to tell me that by the end of it, most of the time, you two were just boning? Is Aemy, one of my favourite people in the world, a Valyrian Sex God?? Oh my god??"

"I am not a Valyrian Sex God."

"Okay, girly pop, please." You raised a hand in a 'talk to the hand' motion and he was smiling at you, entranced and frustrated. "Women talk, Aemy!"

There was a flush and Helaena came back. Wine did things to Helaena, and she was stumbling and giggling as she flopped behind you, turning around and encasing you in a koala hug.

"Women talk, baby bro." Helaena nodded sagely. "Even I try not to listen, they talk, alas."

"And Alys has said those hips—"  You pointed a j'accuse finger at his hips, then his mouth. "—and that tongue has done things that can make the Maiden blush."

Helaena groaned behind you're back, a slew of 'ew's escaping her mouth. And you were still being playful, teasing, but Aemond was looking at you, though scarlet, with a deepened expression.

And at that moment, both of you were thinking the same thing.

His chin brushing your thighs, your sighs like music to his ears, and his tongue making you scream.

Warmth pooled, twin expressions share a gaze. Hunger, desire, shame.

The connection was destroyed when Helaena abruptly jolted and fell down the carpet. Because she was holding onto you, you got pulled with her.

"Are you okay??" Aemond asked.

Hel gasped. "I thought I saw Bobby. I think I squished Bobby."

You shook your head. "You didn't. Bobby is spry. Bobby knows to move away."

Aemond's confused face peered down at both of you. "Who's Bobby?"

"The local spider that lives here."

"Of course." And he smiled.

You smiled back.

Helaena giggled beside you but when you ask her, she only shook her head.

And the silence that lulls in the car is like both of you reaching the very same memory and having to sit through the stifle of that drunken interaction about his sex life. He coughs, you let out a breathy giggle.

"I should admit something," he says, parking the car in front of the restaurant. Dusk is settling, sunset in bright red and orange turning to a cool blue and pretty lavender— and when you turn to him after getting out of the car, coddling your jacket close to your body, he looks nervy. Apologetic, almost.

"What? What'd you do?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I know something about this restaurant."

"I would assume. You chose it." Your eyes narrow, giving the black-out floor to ceiling windows a look. The Painted Table is lit up in a scrawled font on top of it.

You step inside, not bothering to turn to his call of your name, and is submerged by the restaurant's vibe. It's a darkened place with meaningful lighting but a casual air, a bar on the side, and an upbeat jazzy music dancing in the air — it looks good. The place smelled delicious.

Nothing about it sparked familiarity to you, but the anticipation from that look of guilt on his face brought you to a high-strung, so when he calls your name again, just behind you, you turn.

"Is this where you had your first date with Alys?"

He shakes his head. "No. No, but—"

"Aemond?"

The voice is familiar, and you don't stop enough to think before you're turning to the low, clear voice that's just a hint of husky, and Alys' green eyes go wide at your appearance.

She's dressed nice, dressed to go out in a black dress dipping low and fabric tangled around her body to show off her curves. Her inky hair was swept to one side and her mouth was bloodred.

Alys Rivers, owner of Aemond's firsts. The woman he seemingly can't let go off.

You smile. It feels fake. "Oh. Hi Alys."

Her shock staves off into a genuine smile that makes you guilty. "Hi, my love. I see you two are together. Always attached at the hip. Dinner?"

Before you nod— or maybe strangle Aemond — he comes forward, taking your hand in the process and lacing it. He's looking at her as if he's setting a challenge when Alys' eyes fall on your intertwined hands.

"Yes," he says. "We are."

"Well... that's good. This place is great. I—" Someone calls her name, she turns back. You shoot Aemond a withering glare you hope conveys how much you're going to beat his ass after this. She turns back, smiling still. There's a pinch between her eyes but it's gone by the third blink. "Well, I have to go. I'll see you both soon, okay?" She turns to you, stepping forward, not minding the Targaryen beside you. "Especially you. We haven't hung out in a while."

"That's true, I've missed you, you crazy witch." And she laughs and you smile, because you genuinely consider Alys to be one of your friends. Not maybe as deeply as Helaena's, or as close, but Alys was an amazing person and you enjoy her company.

Plus, right now the one you're angry about it solely the man holding your hand.

Alys turns to Aemond, and he stiffens. Between them is a complicated look. So many things unsaid, before her smirk softens. "It's nice to see you too, Aemond."

And she turns away, walking back to her table, to her date, when you tug him with you to the bar. As you order a dry martini, he speaks. Calm and soft.

"You're mad at me."

"You knew she was going to be here." You turn to him, arching an eyebrow, hating the way your chest pangs. "You stalked her and brought us here because you wanted to use me."

He shifts, face crumples at the word 'use' and calls your name in a plead. "It's not like that."

You snort, taking a sip of your drink when it arrives. "Don't lie."

"Okay. Yes, I did. I... I made an impulsive decision because I wanted to see how she could go on a date as if we were nothing." Bitterness cripples his words, the smirk on his lips is ironic and darkened in hurt. Your heart hurts for him, but you can't give him a pass just like that. He hurt you too.

"You could've told me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You would be okay with this?"

Your own smile is ironic and darkened by hurt. "You're already using me, Aemy. That was the deal I agreed, for Hel. It would at least lick the wound to have been in the know, and not, you know, got shot in the face with it."

At the first part of your tirade, he looked like he wanted to argue with the using part, but the realisation weighs him because it is true. To him, he is using you. And it's a cheap shot on your part because you were also doing this for him, out of your own free will.

You sigh when he turns away, guilt dipping low.

"You're such a dumbass."

He hums in agreement.

You're aware of a gaze from the tables, somewhere in the ocean of jazz music and chatter, Alys is looking, and you kinda wanna make this good for him. You were already here after all.

Your hand reaches his jaw, sliding across his neck until you reach his nape and fingers tangle with the baby hairs there. His hair had been wrapped into a bun. Sleek and fluffy.

He turns to you, to your touch, in shock. "What are you—"

"Try not to look so surprised," you whisper, stepping close to him until your noses are bumping. "We're supposed to be dating."

And then you slant your mouth against his.

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──IN WHICH, the gang dates a happy go-lucky reader!。✦

||✰ — the gang, separately

Johnny Cade ;

your kindness probably frightened him at first, he wasn’t used to anyone as nice as you.

but when he gets to know you are—he can’t get enough.

your happiness probably rubs off on him.

johnny’s smiling more, opening doors for people, and has a little spring in his step.

the gang definitely knows about you and teases johnny about it.

“you gotta stop hangin’ ‘round y/n. you’re starting to get their smile.”

“yeah, johnnycakes. i swear—i ain’t never seen you this happy.”

“get used to it, i dunno.”

you refuse to see the bad in people, and honestly johnny kinda likes that mindset.

but he doesn’t at the same time.

he knows people in the world suck, he knows how cruel it can be—but with you by his side, you make it bearable.

you make him feel actual hope that he can get out of this place.

make him feel like he has a future.

“thank you.”

“for what?”

“..everything, y/n.”

Dallas Winston ;

opposites attract dare i say?

i can see you calming dallas down, just a bit though.

not too much. just a lot.

he stops beating up people for no reason, yelling so much, and even helps a few old ladies cross the street.

only when people aren’t look though. this is still dallas.

“jus’ get outta ‘ere, punk!”

“aw, dallas! you let ‘em go! ‘m so proud.”

“whatever.”

he mumbles, snaking an arm around your waist with his other hand stuffed in his pocket.

the gang was so fucking shocked when they found out you two were dating.

“…for real?”

“you ain’t pulling our legs, are ya?”

“no? what the hell would make you guys think that?”

“they’re sweet while you’re—you.”

“fuck’s that ‘posed mean?”

“nothing.”

i feel like a lot of people would judge you for being so happy, especially with the situation with soc’s and greasers.

but dally shuts them up real fast.

“they gotta be on drugs. no way someone can be that happ—“

“who? who’s on drugs? c’mon, you can tell me.”

“uh—no one, dallas.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

punches them anyways.

but i don’t want you to scroll with a bad taste in your mouth.

just know, you’re the only relationship dally has been serious about in a long time.

a very, long time. so—he loves you to death.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

admired you somewhat.

he loves the aura that surrounds you. he thinks it’s different—way different than what he’s used too.

he’s used to people beating others, spitting on people, mocking, teasing.

but you?

you go out of your way to help those who were pushed down, bullied, spit on.

he admired that. he admired you.

he loved that about you.

tries to pick up your habits—but ends up failing.

“pony, when’d you become so…happy go-lucky, huh?”

“is it bothering you?”

“a little.”

“…fuck you too then.”

i feel like he’d look for a partner like that.

his type??? possibly???

you just,

give him hope.

hope that he can leave tusla and live the life he wanted on the country side.

Sodapop Curtis ;

same thing, different font.

you two get along so well it’s sickening.

when the two of you walk in a room together you blind everyone with how bright the both of you are.

im not joking.

“did he really, soda?”

“yeah! can you believ—“

“JESUS CHRIST!”

“what?”

“get out.”

“WHY?!”

“what?!”

“y’all are ruining my bad mood. screw off.”

“is he always like this?”

“yeah. just ignore two-bit.”

takes after you a lot.

like a lot.

started fighting less, helping out more costumers at the DX, etc.

he loves talking about you.

he just

does.

you’re all he talks about. i’d know, cause i’m literally writing this rn.

Darry Curtis ;

THIS DYNAMIC IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD.

cold, closed off darry with a cute, kind and sweet reader.

i’m crying just thinking about it.

you force him to open him to others.

literally.

“how’s your day, darry?”

“okay.”

“just okay? didn’t something happen at work today?”

“well yeah.”

“then tell, em! he’s your brother, babe.”

people always chuckle, seeing you cling to his arm—all smiles while he sits, looking like a guard dog.

but as soon as darry glares at them—they stop laughing.

everyone calls you sunshine after darry mockingly called you that. sorry i don’t make the rules :/ (yes i do.)

“hey, sunshine!”

“oh—hey, dal!”

“don’t call them that.”

“why not, superman?”

“because.”

Steve Randle ;

Guard dog 2.0

you gotta hold him back all the time help.

“steve! you know violence isn’t good—i hate it!”

“LEMME AT ‘EM, BABE! C’MON!!”

isn’t also—not used to people being so nice to him.

so you being so affectionate, looking out for him, loving him—just being so nice to him in general is so..shocking.

“you did so good today, love. ‘m so proud.”

“what?”

“oh? did you not hear me?”

“no—i did. it was just, outta nowhere. kinda spooked me a lil.”

please just love him.

please. he needs it.

he needs someone like you in his life and he’s so glad you are in his life.

he would’ve lost his mind a long time ago if you weren’t.

Two-bit Matthews ;

YALL ARE SO CUTE.

silly goofy guy with a sweet loving partner.

you let him ramble about anything and everything. he couldn’t be more happy.

“and they dance, like all the time!”

“even the dog?”

“EVEN THE DOG! he got his own moves, y/n!”

brags about dating the kindest person in Tulsa 24/7.

like, actually.

if you don’t like his drinking cause you know it’s slowly killing him, he’ll slow down on it.

“two, you know i don’t like you drinkin’ this stuff!”

“i know. but it’ll be my last one tonight, promise.”

“better be, ‘m worried for you.”

you’re like all he talks about.

he’s just so blessed to have an angel in his life!

like, what’d a guy like him do to get a person like you? save a country?

#2knightt #leo’s anons🤍 #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader

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Double the Love | Part Eight

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.1k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, excessive swearing, mentions of sexually explicit content, self doubt, OC has anxiety, poor communication, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is (once again) bad at feelings

The morning after

The next morning, John calls.

Simon and Johnny have left to get some food shopping in, allowing me some much needed time to decompress. I woke up this morning feeling... I don't know. Conflicted. Confused. Like the consequences of getting myself into this - whatever this is - are finally starting to land.

"Hey, Tali," John says softly, and I can hear voices talking in the background. A woman, not Marcella, and a man who sounds fairly pissed off. It takes me a minute to recognise that it belongs to Gaz. "How are things on your end?"

I blow out a long breath. "Everything's okay."

There's a pause. A long pause. An I-know-that's-bullshit kind of one. "Talia, come on. It's me you're talking to." When I don't immediately spill my guts, he adds, "If you won't tell me what's playing on your mind, at least talk to Winslow. Marcella, even. Or, if it's something that the boys have done, try and talk to them about it. They're far more understanding than they look."

My heart stutters in my chest. That's part of the problem. And, to add to that, I don't even know what's wrong.

In the past few days, I've gone from not wanting any sort of relationship at all, to wanting nothing more than to have both of them tell me that they want me. Not even that they love me - God knows that it's far too soon for anything that serious - but something. Any sign that last night was more meaningful to them than a couple hours of mindless fun with a brand-new toy.

But I don't know how to ask. And I don't kind I'm strong enough to handle the inevitable rejection. Not when I've grown to consider them as friends.

"I would... if there was something wrong," I grumble back. My eyes flicker around the empty apartment/ Maybe having some more company around would be a good distraction. "Can you and Kyle come over again, please?"

I can hear the smile in John's voice as he replies. "We're a little busy at the moment, but I'm sure we can sort something out for the weekend. We could watch some more of those God-awful military movies Gaz likes to rip apart."

I snort out a laugh. "Perfect."

We say our goodbyes and John hangs up, muttering something about an 'incident' that he needs to deal with. But, before I can put my phone down, I catch a glimpse of a missed call and a text message from Winslow, all while I was on the call with John.

WINSLOW SLOANE: Call me xx

I'm calling her number before I can even think about it, a sense of panic gripping my chest as I raise the phone to my ear. What if she'd been in an accident? What if she was hurt? Stuck somewhere in a foreign country with no way of me getting to her...?

"Hey, honey," Winnie says immediately, answering on the third ring. Her voice soothes my frayed nerves, so much so that I almost let out a sigh of relief. Just hearing her makes me feel lighter than I have all day.

"I'm so happy to hear your voice." It's only been a matter of days since we last spoke on the phone, but it feels like it was a lifetime ago somehow. Thank God she only has two weeks of her France trip left before she's back home again. "How's Paris?"

Winnie lets out a breathy laugh. "It's been... interesting to say the least. But it's part of the reason why I called." The cold feeling of realisation slides in as she elaborates, "It looks like I might have to stay a little while longer. Just while I help them sort some stuff out and tidy up some loose ends."

My heart seizes at the vagueness of 'a little while longer'. "Okay. How long is that looking?"

"Um... maybe an extra week."

"Oh." It's the only word I can think of.

"I know, I know. I'm really sorry, Tali," Winnie says, and I can hear the genuine sadness in her voice. "I'll be back in time for Alex's birthday though, I promise."

My gaze trails across to the calendar hanging up beside the kitchen. Just under a month. In four weeks, he would have turned thirty.

We would have thrown a big party; which would have pissed Alex off to no end. He would've grumbled about it for months, complaining that he's a private person, which is just a code word for boring, but secretly loving that I'd gone to the effort. Just like his twenty-first.

My heart aching in my chest, I say, "It's okay, Win. You've got to do what you've got to do, and I have the guys here to keep me company." There's a beat of silence, so I follow it up with, "And I'm going back to work, which I've strangely missed."

We both laugh at that.

"Anyway, how've you been?" I can hear Winnie settling in on the other end of the line. I find it more amusing than I care to admit that she's still so invested in what's going on back here while she's living it up overseas. Despite it being a work trip, I've seen her Instagram posts. She's thriving over there.

"I've been good. But there is something you might be interested to know."

Winnie giggles. "Oh? Please enlighten me."

A mischievous grin forms on my lips. "I slept with them. Both of them."

There's a long stretch of silence. It's a pause so long that, for a minute, I think the call might have dropped.

"Winnie? You still there?"

She coughs, spluttering for a second. "Still here. Just stunned into silence because... wow! You really did it? With both of them? How did that even work? What was it like? I have so many questions, Tali! You can't just drop a bomb like that than and not expect me to have questions!"

A laugh slips past my lips, dissolving into a burst of laughter. "It was something new. But it was fun. They didn't take everything all serious and alpha like some guys probably would. They made it fun, we laughed about stuff, and the aftercare was perfect."

"10 out of 10 would recommend then?"

"I would," I reply, letting myself smile. Despite all of the conflicted feelings I have about what happens now, it doesn't in any way diminish how unwaveringly happy I feel thinking about last night.

We talk a bit more - mostly about all of the interesting people Winnie has met in Paris, the new places she's seen, and all the restaurants she's tried - before she has to go. We say our goodbyes and I promise to call her in the morning on my way into the office. Not long after, I hear the sound of the spare key turning in the lock, and I look up to see Johnny nudging the front door open.

He's beaming, a broad smile on his face and two overflowing shopping bags in his hands. Simon follows him into the kitchen, carrying the other three. He nods to me on his way past, a black surgical mask covering the lower half of his face.

"Want to help us with the meal plan, princess?" Si calls out from the kitchen.

Huh?

I follow them through into the kitchen to find Johnny leaning over the counter with a piece of paper and a pen, as Simon dutifully unpacks the bags. Johnny takes one glance at the questioning look on my face before offering me one of his most charming smiles. "Me and Si were talking. Did'nae think it's fair for ye to be doing all the cooking, not when ye're going back to work now. And we eat most of it."

A frown forms on my lips. "I didn't complain about it."

Si turns around now. "We know, but we don't think it's right. You do a lot for us already, darlin'. Just let us do something for you."

I try not to blush as I fold my arms across my chest. "Fine. Okay."

Johnny grins. "So, what do ye want on Monday?"

After dinner, we settle in to watch TV in the living room. I fold myself into my armchair, letting Johnny and Simon cuddle up together on the sofa.

It's hard not to keep glancing over at them; even harder to hold back the un-earned feeling of jealousy that keeps nipping at my heart. They're a couple. They're allowed to act lovey-dovey in the privacy of their own home.

Home. Thinking about that makes it even worse. At some point - when all of their army drama blows over - they're going to leave.

Logically, I know that. I know that me, them, and Winnie can't all live in this two-bedroom apartment together, but it still stings. It's irrational, and I know it.

I watch as Simon runs his fingers through Johnny's hair - the Scotsman all but asleep with his head in his partner's lap - as I swallow down the growing resentment. Bitterness coats my tongue, and I swallow thickly.

Simon looks over, because of course he does, with a questioning look of concern. Mask-free, it's all too easy to see his expression now. It almost hurts to look at his face; to know just how beautiful he was.

I shake my head and close my eyes, kicking myself for being so stupid about this.

We're all grown-ups. We agreed to have sex. It was one night.

But then why does my chest burn when I think about them, like someone's trying to squeeze the life out of me?

"You alright, love?"

I nod, my eyes still firmly shut. Why did I do this to myself? Let myself have a taste of the one thing I can't have from them?

"Hey, love," Simon calls again, voice laced with something I can't place. "Open your eyes for me, yeah?"

So, I do. I open my eyes and level him with the blankest expression I can muster. "I don't feel well. I'm going to go for a walk," I say, thankfully giving no hint of my emotions. "I'll be back before midnight."

His hazel eyes harden. "Not on your own you're fucking not."

I wince, but something in my resolve strengthens. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do."

"I'm not telling you what to do," he growls. "I'm saying it's dark out, it's cold as fuck, and I'm not having you out there alone surrounded by a bunch of creeps while I sit in here like a lemon."

We stare at each other for a long, long time.

Uncharacteristically, he breaks the silence first. "Just let me put Johnny in our room and I'll come with you." He nods to the dead-weight of a completely knocked-out Johnny's cheek resting on his muscular thighs.

My temper flares. "I didn't invite you."

I can feel Simon battling his anger from here. I also get the distinct impression that if I was anybody else - other than Johnny - I'd have already received the bollocking of my lifetime for being so damned difficult right now.

"The only way you're leaving this flat tonight, princess, is if I'm with you," he grumbles, hazel eyes dark and unwavering as he pins me with a glare. A glare that tells me Ghost is back. "I'll lock you in your room to keep you safe if I fucking have to."

I match him with a fierce glare of my own. "Why do you fucking care?"

That seems to take him aback. His eyes soften, the harsh line of his mouth pulling down at the corners, making the scars around it all the more apparent. "Of course I care."

"But why?" A hollow laugh slips past my kips and I spring up from my armchair, starting to pace in front of the TV. I'm completely aware that I must look borderline hysterical as I look at him with wild eyes. "I'm just one of the many, many women you two have fucked. Why do you care if I want to go walking at night? If I cook dinner?"

Simon's frown deepens. "That's not what this is. You know that."

"Really?" I gesture wildly to Johnny, who's still blissfully unaware of what's happening. "All night you've been cuddled up, while I've just sat here and... and watched you. Do you know how much that hurts? After last night when you made me feel so fucking included? And now you're back to making me feel like an outsider." The words spill out of their own accord, frantic and rushed as I feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks. A broken-sounding laugh bubbles up from my throat. "I've spent all day telling myself I wouldn't do this because it's so fucking embarrassing. It was one night, and now you're both going to think I'm crazy."

Si stares back at me and the expression on his face is so heartbroken that it hurts. "I... we didn't know you'd see it like that."

My heart cracks in two inside my chest. The tears pour even faster as I glare down at my slipper-covered feet.

How could I be so reckless? I've just ruined everything.

"Tali, can you come here please?"

My eyes trail back to Simon. To his hand patting the tiny space on the sofa beside him - the side not occupied by Johnny, soft snores pouring out of his mouth like cats' purrs. My feet carry me across the room. I slot myself into the gap beside Simon, trying not to let any part of my body touch his. Preparing myself for whatever it's not you, it's us speech that is inevitably coming.

a/n: hey guys! hope you've enjoyed part 8 :) sorry that it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, but it was getting quite long and I try to stick around 2.5k words to make it flow better i'm aiming to have part 9 out by the end of next week, but I won't make any promises just yet <3 - much love, lapetitelapin

#cod #cod fanfic #fanfic #ghoap x reader #simon “ghost” riley x reader #soap x reader #callofduty #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader x soap #female reader #female oc #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny x reader x simon #simon riley x reader #double the love #romance #angst

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also omg?¿ you've probably seen the clips of matty completely breaking character upon seeing gabbriette in the front row (😭😭) like stop i literally cannot take how cute they are but....... its giving spotting teacher reader in the crowd and the way he just m e l t s entirely (the band teasing him after and even annie jumping in oh bye!!)

(he can't help but keep looking your way and the way he absolutely can't stop his smile from growing oh its so bad i fear...)

- (bff anon also needs to learn to stfu)

(THIS IS SO LATE I APOLOGISE BESTIE)

(its also not proofread so apologies for that too)

omg yes I literally must've watched those clips about 20 times over, every new angle that pops up I am LOOKING.

okay, okay, I'm imagining this is after you're already together and have been for a little bit. Obviously, you can't go on tour with him because you do have a job, and matty is MOPEY.

like he just won't stop waiting by the phone for you to text him. Anytime anyone's phone goes off, matty is jumping to his phone to check if it's you. Time difference makes it difficult, but you facetime and text as much as humanly possible.

even just little updates throughout the day, "the staff room had run out of tea bags. call the police." or "I know I shouldn't say this about a student, but ohmygod, timmy o'donnel might be the dumbest kid I've ever worked with. he'd 6, and he STILL spells his name with just one m. HOW!??!?"

sometimes, matty can't respond straight away (much to his disappointment), but when he gets back from sound check to see a text from you? my man is SWOONING. the boys all make fun of him for how giddy he gets, "dude you're like a teenage girl in a movie kicking her legs in bed and twirling the chord around her finger" "shut up"

It's not term time (do other countries call it that? like school time?? idk), so Annie is with Matty, but you're still in work on staff training days. the most boring days according to you

"I mean kids are hard work, but so is having to sit in a room with Mr. Smith for 5 hours as he tries to flirt with me" (needless to say, Matty is NOT a fan of Mr. Smith after this comment, but you assure him that no one could ever get you away from him, and you then tease him about the pink dusting on his cheeks when he hears that)

so one day, when Matty doesn't get a good morning text from you, his heart breaks a little, but he figured you had just woken up late and forgotten. but then lunch rolls around, and usually you Facetime and chat while you're on break, but still, radio silence.

he's worried, are you mad at him? Did he say something wrong? he messages asking if you're okay, but 5 minutes before he's due on stage, there's still no response. To say he's sad is an understatement. Everyone knows to give him a little space today because he is out of sorts.

but also, they know you're coming. you managed to convince your boss that you're sick (think mean girls "*cough cough" I'm sick") and sneak away to come to the Paris show. You had told the boys your plan, expecting some pushback or judgment. But, you got a unanimous "thank god" message because if they had to deal with matty missing you for one more day, they'd fly you out themselves.

you meet Mark outside, and he gets you in and has a spot at the front of the pit waiting for you. you are buzzing to see Matty, and you can't wait until he notices you in the crowd. You're wearing merch that you stole from his drawer, so you're hoping that will catch his eye.

matty gets on stage and distracts himself from thinking of you the whole show. The crowd is crazy tonight, and it's giving him the energy he needs. you're on Ross' side, and he clocks you immediately, waiting until Matty isn't looking when he waves at you sneakily.

the girls around you scream and swoon because who wouldn't when Ross waves at them? you giggle and wave back, but your eyes are immediately drawn back to Matty.

ever since that first concert, your eyes have been drawn to Matty, and seeing them live means so much more to you after that show. seeing it just brings you back to the night of your first kiss (working on this fic btw) and you feel giddy at the sight of him all smiley and dancey.

the good crowd and the sight of annie dancing around at the side of the stage keep matty pretty distracted, so for a good few songs, he doesn't notice you. but when he finally does? it's obviously to everyone in that room that he is looking at something he loves.

he is doing his usual stage antics but stops on the spot and does a double take when he sees you. you can hear the smile in his voice as he sings, but considering how wide it is on his face, you've sure the entire venue could see it anyway.

he finishes the song, doing his best to connect with the whole crowd, but he can not stop his eyes from drifting over to you. by the end of the song, he mouths to you, "I love you," whilst laughing in disbelief, and you just giggle and teasingly wave at him.

now does he call it out on stage??? perhaps... I think if he does he doesn't point you out or say your name he simply says, "I've just spotted by girlfriend in the audience, she's totally surprised me by being here so if the rest of the show is shit- you all know why"

I like to think the fans know matty has a gf but nothing else, no name or what you look like. because you're a non celeb, and he doesn't want you to have to deal with everything he does, and you don't mind either. any way you can stay out of the daily mail you're happy with

the show finishes, and it's not shit like matty said it's amazing as always. you get ushered off just before it ends to stand side stage waiting for matty.

you greet Annie when you get up there though, she's ecstatic to see you and asks whether you're staying, and you tell her you're there for the whole weekend and she shrieks and hugs you again and again. before the boys come off stage, someone comes and grabs Annie to wait in the green room. It's what's safest when there's so much commotion and movement.

she wanders off just as the boys come off stage, and you are immediately engulfed with just matty.

he hugs you, initially holding you tight and burrowing his face into your neck. He smells vaguely of sweat, wine, and cigs but somehow still smelt good.

he pulls back and hold you face between his hands, staring at you and flicking his eyes all over your face as if to confirm it's really you.

Once they hit your lips, he seems to remember he hasn't kissed you yet, so without a second thought, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss. you immediately moan at the contact, and matty uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your hands rake through his sweaty curls.

a wolf whistle from Ross breaks you apart, and you immediately go red and hide in mattys shoulder, he's of course, unashamed and simply throws Ross a wink, which makes everyone around you burst out laughing.

about an hour later, you're all sat in the green room, and the teasing begins;

"mate you should've seen your face I thought you were about to faint"

"I don't think I've seen your eyes go that wide since Sarah Marshall flashed you her tits at your 18th" (George covers Annie's ears as he shares this anecdote, much to her annoyance)

"I'm surprised you remembered the lyrics after that. You forget them at the best of times"

"OKAY, OKAY, let's all calm down, enough of the teasing, please," matty begs

"You did look very funny though daddy" annie says with a giggle fiddling with ross' hair as she sits in his lap.

everyone laughed at Annie's comment and she lit right up, matty however groaned and burrowed his head into your chest, you teasingly said "there there, it's so hard being a simp I know baby" whilst petting his head.

the laughter continues, and he pulls back with a gasp, open-mouthed at your cheeky comment. but he soon settles back on the sofa and pulls you into his side, and before long, Annie comes running over and burrows herself in between the two of you.

both you and annie fall asleep on the sofa, and matty sneaks a picture before he wakes you up to go to the hotel.

it's his background for the next 6 months.

(also bff, never stfu I literally love you)

blurb masterlist here :)

#this has been in my drafts for a minute #oopsie #but yes simp matty supremacy. #he loves his girl... so what???? #annie would so take the piss of him bc she loves how it makes her uncles giggle #sometimes they feed her lines #teacher au! #anon! #bff anon <33333

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hello! can i request zhongli, al haitham, scaramouche, and xiao with m!reader who is a kpopers? isekaid reader/modern au is okay! i just randomly saw your profile and bam! youre a kpopers(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠), its okay if its a girlgroup or boygroup, and if you can only write for only several characters, its also okay! feel free to delete and dont forget to drink water & keep healthy (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

ask and you shall receive! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

✩ zhongli, al haitham, scaramouche, & xiao x k-fan!male!reader

^^; modern au, reader has a slight (large.) obsession

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope this meets your expectations!!

ZHONGLI

occupancies you to every concert, fansigning, and popup store (all attended with your money btw!!!)

your favorite group is performing somewhere across the sea?? you best believe he’ll be right on that plane with you

doesn’t understand fanchants in the slightest, but always loves the look on your face when you’re enjoying yourself

when he first went to a fansigning with you he was confused ?!?!!

don’t all these people have jobs or something???

you had told him it was a popular event within groups and that most take the day off, but he really felt like the world was cramped into a tiny room that day

follows you around whenever you’re shopping or trying to find a new album

watches you open it purely to see your eyes light up when you get a pc of your bias

if you’re into a boy group he’s probably a little jealous you’re screaming over some guy other than him, but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that

“there’s a performance in a neighboring state? it would be fun to see somewhere new together, i’ll come with.”

AL HAITHAM

super confused at first

you like flying millions of miles ?!!?! to see people sing & dance ??? next to millions of other people !?!?

you might as well had him play some musical cartoons if you wanna see people sing & dance–at least it’s free!!

when you explained clearly he understood a little better

he still stays at home though

UNLESS you go out of state or country, he’ll fly with you but just stay in your shared hotel room till you come back

who wants to deal with people that’ll probably rip him apart if he says the wrong thing in the wrong tone

his first time at your house was a tough one

not only were there posters as far as the eye could see, but your desk and most of your shelves were decorated to the brim with merchandise and other things

how could you even afford all that AND pay bills at the same time???

you forced him to a concert once and he nearly broke.

yelling, screaming, shouting, so many lights and flashes, everything happening all at once

made you drive to the hotel that night.

“call me on your way back, i’ll see if room service offers any midnight treats.”

SCARAMOUCHE

went to one concert at had a love hate relationship with it

you’re enjoying yourself? yay!!! you’re screaming over someone other than him?? boo!!

went to all the concerts with you after that just to make sure you didn’t get any funny ideas

went to a fansigning and oh. my. god.

nearly passed out before y’all made it to the car

he made a mental note for himself to go everywhere BUT fansignings after that incident

bought an album for you as a birthday gift and the way you practically melted made him confused??!?!

what’s so special about pictures of some people who don’t even know you??

(made sure to keep up on your favorite group(s)/solos to see if there’s any upcoming albums so he can see your reaction again)

if you have a decked out room AND ita bag, he’s probably questioned how you manage to stay housed a couple of times

how can you afford bills, concerts, AND merchandise, yet you couldn’t afford the $2 cookies at your last hang out???

does not understand your money logic in the slightest

“anything happening this weekend? ..a fansigning.. you go ahead and have fun, i think i’ll pass on this one..”

XIAO

a mix of al haitham and zhongli tbh

wants to see you have fun but also doesn’t wanna be around all those screaming people

will accompany you to a concert every now and then depending on when and where they’re taking place

says he forgets all your biases but has a note on his phone with every name you mention on it

even follows most of their socials, too

you wonder sometimes how he manages to keep up with things that even you haven’t heard about yet and he’s glad you haven’t figured him out

whenever you talk about a new album or single releasing soon, you’ll always find it outside your door despite not ordering it yet

went with you to a fansigning and honestly he kinda enjoyed it

i mean yeah, the lines were hell and the people in line were annoying–but he liked how your face lit up when you finally made it to the front and got the signature you stood nearly a whole day for

made a promise to keep going with you even if others around were so nauseatingly loud

you showed him your photocard collection for the first time, and he was genuinely impressed with it

when and where did you even get all the money for them!?!

he checks in regularly to see if you have any new additions to the already large collection once in a while now

“what was the name of that group you liked again? right. well, they’re having a performance next week–it’s real close by, too.”

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[squippy360]

dom male reader x bruce wayne 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

@writingprompts-n-shit

@chloroformthelittleb4stard

I got inspiration from this and the creator above

thank you for being so patient!

Cw:(choking, dirty talk, getting caught,bottom bruce wayne, dom male reader)

I was on my way to my boyfriend's mansion after getting back from a meeting that required me to fly to a different country. I let out a sigh as I entered the limo that would take me to my destination. 

"Hello, M/n." The man next to me said in his deep voice, a slight smirk sitting on his face. "Hello, Bruce~" I smiled back before pulling him into a kiss. I made him move onto my lap so his ass was grinding against me. The Limo was an autonomous car so me and Bruce could sit back. 

He immediately went for my tie and pulled it off, carelessly throwing it off. I ripped open his white dress shirt and went for his exposed nipples. He gasped in the kiss and pulled away. We quickly stripped ourselves of our shirts and went back to kissing each other. 

"God I missed you so much~" I breathed out, inhaling to smell his expensive cologne. I was on top of him while he was pushed into the seats. I wrapped his legs around my waist possessively and intertwined my hands with his. I buried my face into his neck and marked up his pale skin, something I would always do whenever I came back to him after long meetings. 

I should feel myself harden more when he let out deliciously desperate whimpers. "Awww~ Did my baby boy miss me?" I teased but smirked when I felt his nod. He just felt so perfect in my grasp, the way his hips just grinded against mine so perfectly, his natural scent is just so addicting, the way his co-

"I do hope you're not doing anything ridiculous." We turned our heads in surprise when we saw Alfred on one of the monitors, looking at us with an unamused expression. We awkwardly sat up and buttoned our shirts back and fixed out messy hair. 

Once we arrived at the mansion, Alfred was there to greet us. "Welcome home, Sirs." Alfred sighed. "Next time I would highly advise that you would save it when you get home unless you want to scrub that entire Limo." Alfred lectured. We nodded and made 9ur way to our room, blushing. 

Once inside, I locked the door and  pinned him to the wall. He gasped in surprise and I took that chance to pull him into a heated kiss. My hands trailed down to his hips and began to undo his pants. I could feel his erection pressing against my hands. I smirked and pulled him to the bed. His back hit the sheets and we kicked off your pants. I crawled on the bed, getting in between his legs. I spread them apart wide. 

I drew out a long whine from him as my tongue licked up his shaft. He shivered and gripped onto the sheets tight. "M/n…!" He gasped and threw his head back into the pillows. I licked my lips and trailed down further to his hole. I licked around it for a bit before I thrusted my tongue in. He arched his back and whined loudly. "Ohhh God~" He breathed out. 

"Bruce~ Have you been playing with yourself?" I teased, pushing 2 fingers inside, feeling his loose hole. "I-I didn't know when you would get back…" He whispered. I pumped my fingers in and out of him while licking his rim. He gripped the sheets hard and moaned as he squirmed on the bed more. 

I reached down and took out my own hard cock, groaning at the feeling. His legs wrapped around me as his thighs held my head in place, pushing me further towards him. I caressed his thigh with my free hand and spanked it. He jolted in surprise and whimpered. 

"Let me do all the work for tonight~ It seems I need to punish my little pillow prince~" I purred against his hole. "I-I…ngh~ told you to stop calling me that…" He pouted. I curled my fingers up into his prostate and arch his back with a loud moan. "What was that? Were you saying something, Prince?" I teased. He tried to glare at me but it ended up looking more dirty than he wanted. I reached over the nightstand and took out a condom and lube. I slowly rolled it on, smirking at Bruce's obvious impatience. 

I spread some extra lube around the rim of his hole. I teased his hole by slapping my tip on it a couple of times, shivering at the whines and whimpers that came out of him. I slowly pushed my hips forward and slipped my tip inside. After a few stops and more pusing I finally bottomed out. Bruce immediately let out a mewl and fell back onto the bed, writhing against the sheets. 

I pulled out all the way before slamming back into him. "NGHYAAAAH!" He let out a weird moan. I chuckled a bit and wrapped his legs around my waist. I began to rock back and forth. His body squirmed under mine. "Oh…Yes~ Oh~ Oh~ Ah~" He moaned softly. I hummed when I saw a puddle of pre-cum sitting on his tummy. I took his abandoned cock and jerked it slow. "F-Fuck…" He cursed and rutted his hips into me. 

My breath hitched when I heard the faintest 'please' from him. 

His face was flushed and he was looking into my eyes, hints of desperation laced in his look. "Please what?" I I said, my voice low and gravely. "Please…choke me…" He said in an embarrassed voice. I put my hands on his muscular sides, slowly inching one of my hands up his body. I purposely ran my hand past his hard nipples. He shivered in delight and tilted his head up as I inserted my hand on his neck. I caressed the side of his neck with my thumb before slowly applying more pressure on his Carotid Artery. 

His eyes rolled back just as my cock brushed against his g-spot. A heat pooled in my tummy when I heard a high pitched whine emitting from him when I let the pressure go. I rocked harder and faster into him. I squeezed a bit harder and used my free hand to slap his ads before jerking his cock faster now. His body squirmed more and more as his climax came closer. I could see his knuckles turning white with how hard he gripped the sheets. 

I leaned down close to his red ears. "Come for me~ Come for me like the pillow prince you are~ Scream my name~" I growled in his ear. "AHHHHHHHHHH~ M/N!!!" He cried out. His cum squirted out on his tummy, his flushed face twisted in pure euphoria. 

I released his neck and winced a bit at the red marks on his neck. He melted in the blankets, feeling boneless. I thrusted a few more times into him before biting onto his sweet spot. His body shook with pleasure as I came inside the condom. I pulled out and tied the condom, tossing it in the trash. I fell down onto the bed next to him. I threw my arms over him and hugged him close to me. "C'mere, Bruce." I said and let out a content sigh. His messy hair was tickling my nose. 

"Are you ok? Did I go too hard? Let's take a shower and switch the sheets." I said. He nodded wordlessly and dragged himself out of bed. I helped him to his bathroom and helped him clean his body.

Extra:

When we got back to our room, there was a cart with fresh sheets and blankets and a note on top. 

Please try not to be messy- Alfred ;)

Me and Bruce blushed and quickly changed the sheets and hopped into bed with a content smile. 

Next up: Steven Grant x Dom!Male reader

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #dc universe #Dc

[galexystern]

centerfold - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/fem!reader aka steddie/fem!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), fluff, confessions of love, mutual masturbation, jerking off, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), mutual pining, no use of y/n, no established relationship!

word count; 9.4k

desc; ♪ My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold ♪- 'centerfold' by the j. geils band steve and eddie's mutual high school crush graces the centerfold of an adult magazine. when they learn you're going to be at steve's 5-year hawkins high reunion, they are so there—and maybe they can turn their crush into something more.

a/n; aged up nancy so she's the same year as steve

read on ao3 / masterlist

Steve's buying milk and a pack of cigarettes for Eddie when something draws him to the magazine stand. His eyes rove over it and, checking that he's alone in the store, he quickly picks up an adult issue and flips through it, just letting his gaze skim over the enticing pictures. They're nice, but it's not until he gets to the middle of the publication—where the centerfold unfurls all by itself—that he freezes, staring down at the picture uncomprehendingly.

There you are, splayed out on a sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire, only covered by a dainty negligee, eye-fucking the camera with a knowing smirk painted on your lips, spread across two pages for the whole nation to see.

Dick already half-hard, he shuts the magazine and throws it onto the counter with his other items, hopefully coming across as nonchalant. Thankfully, the cashier either doesn't notice or care, scanning it without a second look. Steve releases a breath—he didn't know he was so worried about that���and then pays with the spare change from his pocket. He takes his three purchases and books it to his car outside, speeding down the roads until he reaches his building.

He bursts through the door of the apartment he shares with Eddie, shouting the other boy's name repeatedly.

"Fuck, what?" Eddie finally replies, grumpy as he exits his room, where hard rock is blaring loudly. "Where's the fire?"

"Here," Steve says and tosses the magazine and cigarettes to him. He quickly heads into the kitchen to put away the milk and then reappears in the hallway beside Eddie, who has tucked the cigarettes in his pocket and is now looking at the magazine in disgust.

"Uh, thanks, I guess, but I don't need any help getting off." He holds it between two fingers, like it'll contaminate him.

Steve rolls his eyes. "No, look." He grabs the issue back and flips it to the centerfold, rolling open on its own again. He holds it right side up and presents it to Eddie.

"Again, dude, I don't need—" He cuts off when he finally recognizes just who he's looking at: you scantily-clad and inviting every man in the country to look upon you with abandon. He takes it from Steve and holds it close to his face, so he can really make sure. "Is that—"

"Yup." Steve's nodding. "Sure is."

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes.

"You can say that again." Steve sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He moves so he's standing a little behind Eddie and can see the picture again. Fuck, you look even better the second time around. He's having a really hard time not palming his crotch.

Eddie's not, because he's already doing it. "What the fuck," he groans, digging the heel of his hand against his cock, steadily growing harder as he keeps ogling you.

Seeing that Eddie isn't holding back, Steve's resolve snaps and he grips his length through his jeans. "Oh my god," he whines lowly. "She looks so fucking good."

"I always knew she'd be fucking gorgeous," Eddie mutters.

He wanders over to the living room with the magazine, and Steve follows so he can keep studying you. They both collapse onto the couch gracelessly, glancing at each other briefly before undoing their jeans and pulling out their cocks, starting to jerk them hard and fast. The magazine rests on the cushion between them, centerfold spread out, each man convinced your eyes are following them as they get themselves off to the fantasy of you.

"I used to have a crush on her," Steve moans, thinking of you as a cheerleader back in high school, doing dances on the sidelines of the football and basketball games. You were the only one who actually seemed interested in the games, and he could always pick out your screaming voice whenever he'd make a basket. There were a couple of times he'd been so distracted by your beautiful body on the court that the ball had been stolen right out from under him, but he never regretted watching you. And now here you are, on display again. He grunts as he twists his hand in just the way he likes, unable to choose just one part of your photo to focus on, the whole thing captivating him. "Always knew she was outta my league though."

Eddie lets out a strangled laugh. "Out of King Steve's league? If you'd told me that a week ago, I wouldn't have believed it, but looking at this divine creature from heaven, now I'd say your instincts were right."

Steve snorts unexpectedly, but it turns into a moan as he thumbs the head of his dick to smear the pre-cum on his next pass back down.

"I had a crush on her too," Eddie continues, remembering you sitting in front of him in homeroom, wearing soft pink sweaters and sweet little dresses that always made him want to take a peek underneath. You'd occasionally pass notes under the desk to him, asking him about the homework for Mrs. O'Donnell's class or complimenting Corroded Coffin's last performance at the Hideout. He'd always been so disappointed when he couldn't find you after finishing a set, knowing innately you'd already left, but those little messages always made his day, putting a smile on his face that he couldn't explain for the next, oh, week or so. His hand is moving like a flash, clenching at just the right places to propel him towards climax, wanting the photo of you to come alive and help him out in reality. "It was obvious she'd always be out of my league."

"Goddamn, whoever discovered her and made her a model knew what they were doing. She's fucking incredible." Steve's panting as his orgasm nears. "Wonder what her pussy looks like."

"I bet it feels fantastic." Eddie can feel the edge close in on him. "So fucking tight, so warm, so perfect. Fuck, I wanna put my cock inside her."

"I wanna feel that beautiful mouth around mine."

"And her stunning tits, oh my god."

"Wish she was laying on her stomach so we could see that amazing ass as well."

"Oh man, her ass looked so good in those little cheerleading skirts. Remember how they wore the uniforms on game days?"

"Fuck, those were my favorite days. Once or twice she'd forget her uniform underwear and you could get a glimpse of her lacy panties if you were lucky."

"Such a fucking tease. God, I wanna ruin her."

"Me too."

A few more thrusts into tight fists and then both boys are cumming hard, spend splattering across their hands and fists and you. They pant, coming down from their highs, closing their eyes at the dream of fucking you for real. When they've caught their breaths, they look down at the centerfold.

Steve snorts. "Shit," Eddie swears as he wipes a splash of cum off your face, grabbing a tissue from the box Steve always makes sure is on the coffee table. Steve follows suit and they both clean themselves off to the best of their ability with such an inadequate material. Even after, Eddie looks at himself in disgust. "I'm gonna shower."

"Same," Steve sighs, closing the magazine and hiding you away so he doesn't get hard again.

;

Later, the now-clean boys sit on the couch again, watching a movie. They're really not paying attention, too distracted by the thought of you and that centerfold, the magazine tempting them from the coffee table. Despite having mind-blowing orgasms not that long ago, both can feel how easy it would be to get off again, just from one more glance at your perfect figure.

The phone rings.

Steve sighs and stands, walking over and answering it. "Hello?"

"Steve, it's Nancy."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I'm just calling to see if you're coming to the reunion this weekend." Nancy had somehow been roped into being on the alumni committee and volunteered to help handle their upcoming 5-year reunion. She swears it makes her want to shoot herself in the head.

Steve makes a face. "Probably not."

"Oh, come on," she pleads. "I can't do this alone."

"You have Jonathan and Robin," he points out, laughing a little at her misery with something so normal. They'd fought monsters while high school students.

"Robin wasn't in our class."

"Yeah, but she'll be there, right? You have that power."

"Doesn't matter. Why won't you come?"

Steve smirks at her whiny tone. "It sounds miserable, Nancy. You know how high school went."

"You were the King!"

"And it was lonely at the top." Steve hears Eddie snicker behind him, and shoots him a grin.

"What can I do to convince you to come?"

"Noth—" His eyes pass over the magazine and he has a brilliant idea. "Actually, can you tell me if somebody else will be going?"

"I guess so, if that'll help." He gives your name and waits for Nancy to check her list. "Yes, looks like she's RSVP'd as coming."

Steve's heart jumps. "Then I'll be there. So will Eddie."

"Really?" Nancy's so relieved she doesn't even ask why Steve would be asking about you.

"Yeah, we'll see you then."

"Great! See you Saturday!"

When Steve hangs up the phone, Eddie groans, "What have you got me into?"

"My high school reunion," Steve answers and Eddie gives him a look.

"I don't wanna go to that!"

"You will when you hear who else is coming." Eddie watches him curiously, and definitely catches the meaningful glance Steve performs towards the magazine.

"No shit, really?"

Steve nods. "RSVP'd yes."

"Then we're absolutely going."

Steve smirks. "That's what I thought."

;

That Saturday night, Steve and Eddie stroll through the doors of Hawkins High, dressed in their best—or at least their best on such short notice and without looking like they're trying too hard. Nancy, who's manning the welcome table, lights up and stands to hug them both. Eddie's a little surprised by the gesture, but returns it all the same.

"I'm so glad you guys are here," she says, actually sounding like it. She hands them name tags and a couple of Sharpies; they both write their first names down and paste them onto their shirts. "You can head in. Robin and Jonathan are in there too."

Steve nods. "We'll find them. Good to see you, Nance."

She beams. "You too. I'll see you later."

The boys walk into the gym, where there has been attempt to mask the sweat and body odor smell and depressing, prison-like atmosphere, with streamers, balloons, a DJ, colored lights, and cheesy decorations. Eddie has to hold back a laugh at the earnestness of it.

"Dingus!" Someone shouts and Steve turns to see Robin come flying towards him. He catches her in a hug with ease and squeezes her tight.

"Robs, you're a sight for sore eyes." When they lean back from each other, Robin's eyes are sparkling and there's a huge grin on her face.

"I didn't believe it when Nancy said you were coming."

Steve lets his jaw drop in fake-outrage. "I wouldn't lie about that."

Robin snorts. "Sure. Munson, looking good."

He flashes her a cheeky smile. "As do you, Buckley."

"Stop it, you're making me blush," she replies without a trace of red in her cheeks, making Steve and Eddie both chuckle. "Come on, we're over here." She starts walking and the boys have to move quickly to catch up with her long strides. She leads them to a table half-filled: Jonathan, who stands to give them both a handshake; Vickie, who pulls Steve into a hug as well; and Maggie, one of Robin's friends all throughout school, despite being a year older, and who gives them both a polite nod. They nod back.

"How are you two doing?" Jonathan asks. "How's Chicago?"

"Good," Eddie replies and Steve nods in agreement. "Chicago is cold as ever." The table laughs.

"How are you and Nancy?" Steve asks.

Jonathan, of all things, blushes. Steve and Eddie both raise their eyebrows in intrigue. Jonathan checks the area and then says, quietly, "Can you keep a secret?"

Everyone nods excitedly.

"Okay," he says with a deep breath. He pulls something out from his pocket and holds it up: it's a ring box. He pops it open to show off a dazzling diamond ring. Robin gasps loudly while Maggie and Vickie take a closer look. Steve looks at Jonathan, impressed. Eddie even whistles lowly.

"Damn," he says, "that's a nice rock."

"Thanks." Jonathan smiles and then puts the box away.

"Wait, you're not proposing here, right?" Steve asks.

"God, no. I've just been carrying it around since I bought it. Trying to find the right moment."

"Well, it's definitely not here," Eddie replies, to which Jonathan nods.

"Congrats, man," Steve adds, giving Jonathan another handshake.

"Do you need help?" Robin jumps in. "With proposing? 'Cause I can help!"

"Uh..." Jonathan looks a little panicked. Eddie knocks Steve's shoulders and points towards the refreshment table. Steve nods and they turn and walk away, laughing when they hear Robin continuing with her ideas of how Jonathan should propose to Nancy.

"Hope he's having fun with that one," Eddie says with a smirk.

"He deserves it," Steve replies snarkily, making the other boy snicker.

They reach their destination and procure drinks from the punch bowl. They're both in the process of taking the first sip when someone behind them says, in an angelic voice, "Please tell me there's alcohol in there."

Steve and Eddie turn and come face-to-face with you, their high school crush and current wet dream. You look just as good as you do in the centerfold, little black dress outlining your delicious curves and strappy heels accentuating your long legs. Your hair is blown-out and wavy, looking soft to the touch and curling over your shoulder. You're all dolled up, with a smoky eye, red lips, and pink blush cheeks. There's an amused look on your face, watching the two boys take you in.

"Uh," Eddie clears his throat, "would you like there to be?"

You give him an intrigued expression and he pulls his handy flask from an inside pocket of his jacket. Your eyes light up at the reveal and a smile spreads across your delectable lips. "Yes, please."

Both boys try not to pop a boner at your politeness as you fill a cup with punch, holding it out to Eddie eagerly. He unscrews the flask and pours a healthy helping of whiskey into your glass. You take a taste and make a tiny disgruntled face. It's adorable.

"Too much?" Steve asks, lightly teasing.

You shrug. "I'll manage." You size them up. They also look great, from their tight suits to their styled hair to their awed expressions. "So. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. As I live and breathe."

Steve says your full name in the same tone, making you smile wide.

"I don't think I knew you two knew each other," you continue, taking another sip of the spiked punch.

Steve and Eddie glance at each other before looking back at you. "We...became acquainted his senior year," Steve explains. "Or rather, his last senior year." Eddie shoots him an annoyed glare that makes you giggle.

"Is that so? Well, score for high school me."

That catches both their attention. "What do you mean by that, princess?" Eddie asks sweetly.

You smirk. "Maybe I'll tell you later. After I've had more of this." You hold up the glass and then take a long drink. The boys' gazes are magnetized to your throat as you swallow.

"We're gonna hold you to that, honey," Steve replies with a wink.

"Hopefully that's not everything you'll hold me to." You give him your own wink, which seems to throw him for a loop. You revel in your ability to disarm them so easily. "Where have you guys been since high school? Being rich and famous?"

"Hardly," Eddie snorts, making you laugh unexpectedly. He seems delighted by it.

"We're in Chicago," Steve answers. "Definitely not rich but Eddie is semi-famous."

His cheeks go pink as you look at him in interest. "Semi-famous in the sense that my band is known around the dive bars of the city."

"Corroded Coffin is still together and performing?" You're almost transported back to high school, when you used to sneak into the Hideout to watch them play and then escape as their set finished, exhilarated by the forbidden nature of it. The bar had been pretty skeevy and an unpopular hangout for Hawkins High students, so you'd always gone alone and never told anyone about your adventures. You'd loved watching Eddie play guitar, sure he's never hotter than when onstage.

"Um, yeah.” Eddie’s surprised. "You remember my band?"

"Of course, you guys were so good. Sounds like you still are."

"We have gotten better with age." Eddie's cheeky smile makes you twist your mouth to hold back a giggle. "And Steve here is in law school."

You look at him with wide eyes. "Law school? That's amazing!"

"Oh," Steve says, both embarrassed and proud, "not really. I had the money, so why not?"

"I know that's not why you went." Your gaze pierces into his, seemingly able to read his mind.

"Uh, no, you're right about that." Steve scratches the back of his head self-consciously. "I do wanna help people. Maybe something rights-based. I don't really know yet."

"That's very noble, Steve. You should be proud of it." Steve blushes a little, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"But what are you doing, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, like he knows.

He should know. You want him to know, both him and Steve. "Oh, you know." You wave a hand in nonchalance. "Random things. But lately I've really been into photography."

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent all his blood from flowing down to his half-hard cock. Eddie uses the hand in his pocket to secretly adjust his crotch as his boner grows. You may not be able to see those motions, but you can see how their pupils dilate, and hold back a smirk.

"Anything we might've seen?" Steve asks innocently.

"Possibly," you purr back. "If you've looked in the right places." You watch him swallow and feel triumphant.

"Hey, you guys wanna go exploring?" Eddie asks, startling you out of your dirty headspace. But he has a sinful look in his eyes that tells you you won't be away from it for long. You look back at Steve, who raises his eyebrows in enticing invitation.

"Let's do it," you agree, eyes glinting. You spin on your heels and stride away, leaving the boys to follow like puppies. The power goes to your head a little bit, and you have to focus on your steps so you don't trip in your heels. You push out of the gym and into a deserted hallway, looking over your shoulder at Steve and Eddie, who are walking with purpose behind you. Giving them a wicked smirk, you speed up and then dart into a specific, empty classroom.

When the boys enter, you're sitting on the teacher's desk. Eddie looks around while Steve presumptuously closes the door. You give him a look, but he just smiles angelically.

"You recognize this place?" You ask. You don't expect Steve to know, but Eddie responds as you'd wished.

"Oh man, this was our homeroom senior year. Your senior year, at least."

You hum. "That's right. Where did you sit again?"

Eddie walks over to the third column, fourth seat back, and sinks into it. He props his feet up on the desk in front of him and leans back, looking at you with a grin. "And you, angel, sat right here." He taps his heel on your old desk forcefully.

"Correct, Mr. Munson. A+ for you," you tease, and his eyes narrow playfully. "Now you, Mr. Harrington." Steve looks up from where he's leaning against the wall. "What do you see out that window?" You point.

He doesn't even glance out, making your thighs clench together. "That would be the football field, honey."

"Right you are. And where was I on the field usually?"

"On the sidelines. In that tiny little cheerleading uniform." His eyes are half-lidded now, matching Eddie's, which you see when you catch a glimpse of the other boy.

"Correct again. You two are my best students yet."

Eddie slides out from the desk like liquid sex. "Do you know what today is, Miss?"

You shake your head, caught speechless as both he and Steve stalk towards you like they're predators and you're their prey.

Steve bares his teeth in a sultry smile. "Why, it's teacher appreciation day, Miss. And I think you need some appreciating, doesn't she, Eddie?"

"Absolutely she does," his friend replies, licking his lips tauntingly, adding another layer of slick to your already wet underwear. "And I think we know just how to appreciate her."

"Do tell," you manage to say, making them draw close to you, their body heat descending upon you like a humid summer day. "Maybe Miss will let you if it's what she needs."

"I think," Steve starts, brushing the hair on your shoulder away to expose your hot skin, "you need some of this." He leans down and places his lips on your neck, pressing sweet kisses across the space he can reach, increasing his pressure when it's clear you're not going to push him away. You whimper when his teeth come out to play, nipping just under your jaw and soothing with his tongue.

"You also need some of this." Eddie cups your cheek gently and turns your face towards him, propelling himself forward to lock your lips together. You moan quietly into his mouth when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, granting him access to dive in and explore. Your tongues tangle together, the feeling intensely pleasurable.

Steve and Eddie each slide a hand down one of your thighs, spreading your legs and inching them towards your center. When they get under your dress's hem and finally touch your panties, they both separate from you, inhaling deeply, pupils blown out with lust as you whine at the loss of their lips.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, tone laced with evil glee, "you're positively soaked."

"This all for us, baby?" Steve asks, and you nod your head pathetically. "Oh, pretty girl too cock-drunk already?" He pouts.

Fire licks through your veins at his condescending question. "Not even close. You two gonna finish appreciating me or what?"

"Oh, there's a lot of appreciation we'd like to do to you, angel." Eddie grips your jaw and makes you look at him again. "Can we take these off?" He snaps the waistband of your underwear. You nod and they both slide them down your legs. The garment disappears into Steve's pocket; he gives you a wink and a smirk when you eye him for it. Steve lifts the end of your dress until it's bunched at your hips, and Eddie spreads your legs until you're really on display for them. They both groan at the sight.

"Knew your pussy would be so fucking pretty, baby," Eddie murmurs, eyes glued to your glistening folds.

"Can't wait to feel it," Steve adds, and kisses you. You reciprocate happily—both of them are amazing kissers, like you'd always imagined they would be—but gasp when two sets of fingers explore your pussy further: One searches out your clit, finding it quickly and rubbing it in slow, torturous circles, while the other locates your entrance and slowly slides in a digit. Steve takes the opportunity and pries your mouth open further so his tongue can enter and take control. You let him.

Eddie groans. "She's just sucking me in, babygirl."

When you lean back from Steve to get air, you pant out, "More." The word turns into a keen as Eddie listens and adds another finger, and Steve trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck and collarbone while speeding up his fingers. He sucks the skin harshly, wanting to leave marks so everyone knows he's been there.

You grab on to both boys' arms, digging your nails in and making them harder in their pants. Eddie's fingers go deep and curl up, hitting that spongey spot that always makes you see stars. Knowing he's hit the jackpot, he moves faster and harder, and you let out little noises whenever he presses to that spot, losing your mind at the sensation.

"You close, honey?" Steve whispers in your ear. You nod wordlessly. "What do you say, Miss?"

When you just moan in response, Eddie says, "Mm-mm, sweetheart. What's the magic word?"

Your orgasm right in front of you, you wail the word they're looking for: "Please!" Satisfied, both boys increase their movements, and the coil inside you finally snaps and you sail over the edge. They hold you up as you jerk in their arms, slowing their fingers to extend your high, eventually stopping. Eddie gently pulls out, and you watch with bedroom eyes as he puts one in his mouth and moans at the taste of you.

"Stevie, you gotta taste this." He holds out the other finger to Steve, who leans forwards and sucks it into his mouth, cleaning you off.

"Shit, taste so good, princess," he groans, looking down at you with adoring eyes. "You okay, baby?"

You breathe deeply, trying to get your bearings back, and nod.

"Did so well for us, angel," Eddie says, just as loving. "You need anything?"

"Um, maybe something to clean me?" You offer tentatively. The boys move immediately. Steve shakes off his coat and gently wipes up your mess. "Not your jacket!"

"It's fine, honey." Steve grins. "I'll get it dry cleaned."

"He can afford it," Eddie reassures, and you laugh a little.

"I thought you were poor?" You tease.

Steve chuckles. "I said we weren't rich, I didn't say we didn't have any money at all."

"Good," you reply, breathless and giggling.

"You feel okay to stand, baby?" Eddie asks. "Need any help?"

You slide off the desk and stand on shaky legs. You're a little unstable, but you can keep yourself upright. You straighten up, back at the boys' height. They smile at you and you smile back.

"You wanna get outta here?" Steve holds out his elbow and you take it. Eddie follows suit and you grab his proffered arm as well, now in the middle of them and being led out of the classroom. You look at Steve, who asked the question. "We can go grab food or something."

"Food is nice, but I think I'm hungry for something else." You glance down their bodies in an obvious way, and you can hear both boys suck in at the realization. You smirk.

"We can definitely help with that," Eddie says. He steers you three to a door that leads outside and holds it open for you. They both walk you to Steve's car, who gives you a kiss on the temple before unhooking your arm and going over to the driver's side. Eddie opens the passenger side door and motions for you to sit. "Your chariot awaits, Miss."

You giggle and slide in with his help. He shuts the door once you're fully inside and hops into the back, as Steve starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot. "Hope Nancy doesn't hold this against us," he jokes.

You cock your head. "Why?"

Eddie leans his head over the seats, propping it on his arms resting on the center console. "She practically begged us to come. This is her idea of hell, I think."

"Then why'd she volunteer?" You giggle.

"I believe she was volunteered," Steve clarifies and you nod in understanding.

"You two weren't gonna come? I assume that's why she had to beg."

"We weren't. A+ for Miss." Eddie smiles cheekily when you look at him. "At least, not until we heard you were coming."

Flattered, you raise a hand to your chest. "You came for me?"

Steve's blushing a little, but replies, "We had to, after we saw that centerfold."

You laugh at that. "I knew you saw it."

"I think everyone saw it, angel." Eddie says it like it's a good thing, which makes you feel good.

"And I think every man got off to it, just like us," Steve adds.

You squirm in your seat, fresh arousal dripping from your cunt to your dress, underwear still in Steve's pocket. Eddie looks at you like he can tell, cocky smirk plastered on his face. Unfortunately, it just makes him look hotter somehow. "Good," you reply with fresh confidence, to meet that cockiness.

There's a comfortable silence. Steve lays one hand on your thigh lightly, caressing his thumb across your skin. Eddie has his head resting on the side of your seat, and you can feel his hair on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie breaks the lull and you hum. "What'd you mean when you said 'score one for high school you'?"

You laugh a little. "Well, you know when people talk about dream threesomes?" Both boys nod, and then they comprehend.

"Jesus Christ," Steve breathes.

"We didn't even know each other in high school," Eddie points out.

"I know." You giggle. "So you can imagine how elated I am by this chain of events."

They want to ask you more about that revelation, but then Steve is turning into the motel lot and parking just outside their room. Both boys pop out, and Eddie opens your door before you can, holding out a hand and helping you step into the warm air. You thank him, to which he bows dramatically, making you smile goofily. He notices and grins back, delighted.

"Shall we?" Steve calls and you quickly catch up to him as he walks to the door and unlocks it. He swings it open and motions for you to go first, and you step inside as he flicks on the light. It's fairly nice for a motel, clean and full of their stuff so it already smells like them. The door closes behind you, and you turn to find the boys gazing at you.

Eddie scratches his head, looking awkward. "Sorry. This is the best we could do on short notice."

"It's fine." You shrug. "I don't mind."

"You deserve better," Steve says, making you blush a little.

"Mm, that's true," you muse, and the boys grin. "But I'm not expecting to pay much attention to the aesthetic." Your eyebrows raise in invitation.

"Is that so, princess?" Eddie teases with a smirk. "Where do you think your attention will be?"

Instead of answering, you slip off your heels and slowly slide to your knees, looking up at them with an innocent expression and parted lips. Both sets of eyes on you darken as you take up position. "I think I'll be much more focused on two things at my current eye level. If that works for you?"

They spring into action, unbuttoning and pulling down their pants and toeing off their shoes to reveal bulges straining at their boxers. You hold out a hand and crook a finger at them, and they walk towards you as if being reeled in by the power of your stare alone. You reach up and caress both of their dicks, hard and leaking in their confinements, making them hiss and sigh at the touch. You look up and feel slick slide down your thigh at their half-lidded gazes.

You grip the boxers' waistbands and tug a couple times, pairing it with a jutted-out lip and wide eyes. The move works as intended and the boys move immediately, revealing nicely-sized cocks that slap against their abdomens temptingly. You admire them for a minute—they're both large, roughly the same size, but Eddie trumps Steve in length while Steve wins for girth.

Then you wrap a hand around each of them and squeeze as you jerk them once, torturously slow. They groan, Steve's head going back while Eddie's eyes shut tightly. You smirk and continue to work their lengths with your hands, leaning in and licking the tip of one and then the other.

"Fuck," Eddie draws out, trying to keep his eyes open so he can watch you.

Since he spoke first, you reward him by placing your mouth around him, bobbing your head to take more of him each time. He's panting, unable to believe this is happening, working very hard not to cum down your throat already. Though part of him knows you'd swallow every drop without trouble.

Steve whines, and you look over at him to see him staring at Eddie's cock in your mouth. You pull off and take Steve as far as you can, feeling him stretch your lips so wide your cunt spasms at the thought of him stretching it later. His whine turns into a full moan when he hits the back of your throat and you swallow around him.

"God, you look so hot, baby," Eddie murmurs, focus glued to how Steve's dick is visible against your neck. "Knew you'd love a couple of cocks in your mouth."

You hum around Steve's cock, making him unintentionally thrust forward. You pull off, sputtering a little, and he looks down.

"Sorry, angel," he says quietly, genuine. You blink back a few tears and then smile up at him, reassuring that no harm was done. You switch back to Eddie, challenging yourself to do the same thing to him. It's more difficult, he is longer after all, but you manage to fit the whole thing in your mouth, and glance up at him when his pubic hair brushes your nose.

"Fuck me." Eddie's eyes are blown out with lust.

"You're a wonder, baby," Steve agrees, staring unblinkingly at your accomplishment. You slowly pull back and grin at them, drool beading down your chin, jerking them again, hard and fast. Both boys groan.

You get back to work and bob your head over them again, switching between their cocks every minute or so. Beautiful noises fall from their lips like manna from heaven, and you squirm to get some sort of friction for your aching cunt.

"Shit, angel," Eddie says breathlessly, and one of his hands goes to your hair and pulls you off his dick. You whine at the loss and he tilts your head so you're looking back up at him. "Keep doing that and I'll lose it real quick." You smile beatifically and Eddie shakes his head.

"I see you fidgeting down there." Steve gets your attention and you flick your eyes towards him. He cups your jaw and rubs a thumb across your cheek. "Need some attention too, sweetheart?"

You pout and nod pitifully. Both boys' faces turn sympathetic.

"Up you get then, baby," Eddie orders, and he and Steve help you to your feet, on which you stand shakily.

Steve grips your waist and pushes you backwards gently. You follow his motions until he stops you, the backs of your knees hitting the bed. "Let's get this off you," he adds, pinching your dress.

You raise your arms, and he and Eddie grab the hem and pull it up and off. You're left completely nude, not having needed a bra with the tight garment. When the boys notice, they both groan, and you smirk a little. Like they can't help it, each grab at now-freed breast, squeezing and pinching and groping. You let your head drop back, enjoying the ministrations they're rewarding you with.

Then you gasp and look down: Steve has leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it adoringly. You whimper at the sight, stuck on it until Eddie grips your chin and pulls your attention to him. He leans down and catches your lips with his. You immediately open for him, and his tongue dives in to take what's his, what's always been his and Steve's.

Someone gently pushes and you sit on the bed, gazing up at the boys. You notice their shirts are still on, so you tug at the material lazily and they get the hint. Steve undoes all his buttons carefully and quickly, while Eddie just pulls it over his head and throws it away. You giggle as you watch Steve half-fold his before tossing it down.

They both look so good, Steve with his dark, coarse chest hair you can't wait to run a hand through, and Eddie with tattoos covering his chest and arms you want to examine. They may not be ripped, but they've kept in shape, and there's nothing to laugh at. Very much not so, as you eye the happy trails leading to their still-leaking cocks and all the way down their muscled and toned legs. When you run your eyes back up their bodies and land on their faces, you can see they're checking you out in the same way. They must see something they like, because their expressions are awed and excited.

"So, boys," their attention snaps back to your face, "who wants to appreciate me first?"

They glance at each other and then back at you. "Me," Eddie says first and Steve nods at the request. You nod as well, and slowly slip back on the bed as they both crawl towards you. You lean back so your head is on the pillows, Steve settling on his side next to you as Eddie kneels between your thighs. He grips your legs and spreads them, coming close and running his cock through your wet folds, both of you moaning at the feeling.

"Ready, baby?" Eddie asks sweetly and you nod. He lines up and starts pushing in, and you bite your lip as you watch him.

Steve runs a hand across your stomach and then up to your tits, pinching a nipple gently and making you whine. The whine turns into a groan that Eddie joins as he bottoms out. He sits for a few seconds to let you adjust. "Feel good, honey?" Steve asks, and you look over at him with hazy vision. He chuckles at it, continuing to squeeze your nipple.

"Move, Eds," you plead. He listens and pulls out and then slams back in, making your jaw drop as you feel him immediately hit that sweet spot inside you that you can never reach alone. He starts a hard and fast rhythm, and you make little noises whenever he hits the spot, feeling that familiar coil tighten within you again.

Eddie squeezes your thighs in his grip, pushing them further up so he can thrust even deeper. "Holy shit, baby. Fucking amazing pussy, oh my god."

You keen at his dirty talk. "Feels so good, Eds. Please, please, please."

"Please what, baby?" Steve teases.

"Please," a particularly hard thrust makes you wail before finishing your plea, "make me cum. I wanna cum again."

"Oh god yes," Eddie moans, moving faster and hitting harder. Another minute of letting the wave build and then it breaks, crashing over you and making you jerk in Eddie's grasp. He hisses at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "I'm so close. Where should I cum, angel?"

"In—inside," you pant, vision bleary from the powerful climax, "on—on the pill."

He grunts in acknowledgement and another few thrusts and he's cumming too, spilling into you hotly, his pulsing length making you twitch. He collapses forward, burying his face in your neck and giving you sloppy kisses there, making you giggle. He groans as he lifts himself and pulls out; you whine at the loss of feeling full.

"Don't worry, honey," Steve says a tad condescendingly. As soon as Eddie's resting on the bed on your other side, Steve's turning you to face him. He lifts your leg and slides his red and leaking cock through your pussy lips, making you gasp. "We're not done yet."

Then he's pushing inside and your eyes are rolling back at the feeling of being split open, as if torn in two. He moans and rests his forehead against yours when he bottoms out, breathing heavily.

"Fuck," he keens, after he pulls out and thrusts back in, slow and hard, you feeling like you're being cleaved all over again. "Your cunt, baby. It's perfect."

"Yes, yes, Stevie," you pant with each pump of his hips. "Love your cock." Impossibly, you can feel another orgasm headed your way.

Behind you, Eddie comes in close and starts kissing and sucking on the skin of your neck and shoulders. When his teeth dig in lightly, your breath hitches, and you can feel his smirk against you. His hand slides between you and Steve, two fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tiny, fast circles. Steve grunts when you squeeze around him due to the added stimulation.

"You gonna cum again, princess?" Eddie taunts in your ear. You nod frantically. "Look at Stevie for me, baby."

You work to lift your head and train your gaze on Steve, who's staring back at you with half-closed eyes and a blissed-out expression. You whine when his hand grips your hip harder, sure to leave a bruise later and making your cunt flutter around him at the thought.

Eddie continues, "Ask him. Ask him for it."

"Stevie," you keen, eyes shutting briefly as he speeds up at your voice. "Please, please, wanna cum. Make me cum, please?"

"I've got you, baby," he pants, increasing his tempo even more. That, along with Eddie's persistent fingers on your clit, pushes you off the edge for the third time, coil snapping inside and making your mouth drop open. "Fuck, squeezing me so hard, angel."

He thrusts a few more times and then he's cumming too, pulsing within you, making you moan at the knowledge that both his and Eddie's cum are inside you now. He presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls out, making you scrunch up your face at the icky feeling. Almost immediately, there's a warm wetness between your legs, and you look down to find Eddie cleaning you with a washcloth gently. You smile at him when he glances up, and he smiles back as he hands the rag to Steve, who wipes himself off quickly.

You roll to your back. "Oh my god," you breathe, stunned and happy.

"Tell me about it," Eddie jokes, as he slides under the covers and pulls them over you and Steve. You face him and giggle tiredly when Steve presses his chest against your back and places quick kisses to your neck. Eddie tucks your hair behind your hair, and you gaze at him with soft eyes. He lays back and you rest your head on his chest, hand coming up to grab his resting on his abs. You all sigh happily.

"Sweet dreams, honey," Steve whispers, making you curl against him closer.

"See you in the morning, princess," Eddie adds, half-asleep.

You yawn. "G'night, my loves."

You fall asleep all tangled together.

;

In the morning, Steve wakes up slowly, memories of last night coming in and making him smile. He'd turned onto his back during the night, and he turns over to grab ahold of you again, but the space between him and Eddie is empty. He blinks.

"Eds," he mumbles. The other boy groans; he always hated waking up. "Eddie."

"What?" He finally says, turning his head. It takes a second, but he registers your absence. "Where'd she go?"

Steve shrugs nervously. "I don't know," he answers honestly.

Eddie sighs and flops back on his pillow. "Knew we should've talked last night," he mutters.

"Yeah," Steve agrees miserably.

They're both mourning what could've been when the door opens and you step in, holding a couple of McDonald's bags and three coffees. They look up at you in surprise and you smile brightly. "Good morning, boys." You slip off your shoes and climb onto the bed awkwardly. Steve and Eddie sit up and take the items from you, and you give them a grateful look. "I hope you don't mind, but I took your car. Woke up starving, thought I'd get us some breakfast. Wasn't sure what you'd like so I just bought one of everything."

You take a bag from Eddie and pour it on the bed; it is indeed filled with half of the McDonald's breakfast menu. "That one has pancakes and stuff," you add, pointing to the other bag. "And coffee, obviously," pointing to Steve's carrier. "Cream and sugar are around here if you want it."

Both boys gaze at you in awe. "You're an angel from heaven," Eddie says reverently, and Steve nods. You laugh.

"Well," you reply, "dig in."

The boys take your order and run with it, searching through the packages to find something they want. Eddie goes for the unopened bag and opens the pancakes, pouring all three syrups on them before shoveling a few bites into his mouth, moaning at the delicious taste.

You giggle. "Knew you'd be a cinnamon roll on the inside," you tease him. He glares at you playfully. Steve's eating some version of a sandwich and you look at him. "Can I have a coffee, baby?"

His eyes open wide and then he's nodding, leaning to his bedside table and handing you a cup. He gives the other to Eddie and throws the creams and sugar packets into the middle of the bed, keeping two creams and a sugar for himself. You sip yours as you watch him pour in the sweeteners. He notices you staring.

"Black, angel? Bit bitter for someone so sweet." You shoot him a look and he grins cheekily.

With both boys eating, you search the remains for something to eat, settling on a sandwich and hash brown. You all sit and eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, satisfying your hunger.

"So where you headed after this, sweetheart?" Eddie asks between bites.

You shrug. "Not sure."

Steve swallows. "No more shoots lined up?"

"No, I think once is enough for that."

"I dunno, I think we'd love to see you in another magazine." You smirk at Eddie's light tease.

"Look damn good for plenty more," Steve agrees.

"It was fun, and I liked it. Made me feel real good about myself, that's for sure. But it's not like I have a dream to be a Playboy bunny or something." The boys chuckle. "I don't even wanna be an actress or model, so I don't need that kind of help."

"What do you wanna do?" Eddie asks curiously.

You twist your mouth anxiously. "I don't really know. Someone discovered me pretty soon after I graduated and moved to L.A., and it took a while to get to a centerfold. I haven't thought about it much."

"I seem to remember you enjoying yourself during halftime dances at basketball games," Steve says. "A lot. Didn't you also choreograph them too, your senior year?"

You blush. "Yeah, that was fun. I don't know if I'm that good though."

"I don't know." Steve shrugs. "Caught my attention, for sure. Even got in trouble for it a couple times when I played."

"You were watching me while playing?" You ask, a little surprised.

He nods. "You were really good."

Eddie jumps in. "I also remember seeing you dancing during Corroded Coffin's sets at the Hideout a couple times. Looked like you were having a great time."

Your cheeks grow redder. "That was just for fun, not serious."

"And yet, you were the best dancer on the floor." Eddie smiles encouragingly.

"Is dance something you'd wanna pursue?" Steve asks.

"Maybe," you muse. "I did enjoy making routines for the cheerleaders. I even did some dance choreography for the musicals." You think they might make fun of you for that, but they just keep kind expressions on their faces. "Did people like them?"

"Absolutely," Steve exclaims. "You think people came to see us play? Halftime was always packed."

"I knew some theater kids," Eddie adds, "through Hellfire. They liked when you made up the dances for them. They said you were nice and a good teacher."

"Oh, that's so sweet." You blink, a bit shocked at the flattery you never knew existed. "I can look into it."

"You'd be a great dancer and choreographer," Steve says.

Eddie nods. "You always were."

You change the subject so the butterflies in your stomach can stop going crazy. "Stevie, did you say you got in trouble for watching me?"

Now he goes pink. "I might've lost the ball a couple times," he mumbles. Your lips twitch. "But who could blame me? You were stunning. Still are."

"Did King Steve...like me in high school?"

Eddie laughs. "We both did, sweetheart." You look at him. "My homeroom angel, I called you."

You melt. "Stop, that's so cute."

"And you liked us too, honey," Steve continues. "If us being your 'dream threesome' is anything to go by."

"Guilty," you reply with a giggle.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Eddie asks. There's something in his voice, a trace of something pained.

You look down. "I liked you both and I...I couldn't choose. Didn't seem right to try with just one of you, and I didn't want you to think I was cheating on you. I wasn't sure you'd understand."

"I'm not sure I would've," Steve admits. "In high school, at least. Small-minded back then."

"'Til he met me," Eddie says proudly, "and I opened his eyes to the world of polyamory." Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't disagree.

"Have you guys done this before?" You ask.

They shake their heads. "Nothing together," Eddie clarifies.

"But we're not against it," Steve adds.

"Actually, we're all for it if it involves you," Eddie finishes. You smile.

"Only if you want to," Steve reassures.

"What part of 'dream threesome' didn't you understand?" You tease, making them grin excitedly. "Obviously I'm interested."

"Just one question, princess." Eddie looks a little nervous. You nod, encouraging. He takes a deep breath. "Why...why us? You're a centerfold, possibly the hottest centerfold ever photographed. You could have anyone. What makes us special?"

Your face softens and you reach out your hands, grabbing theirs and holding tight. "Eddie Munson, I have been in love with you since I first saw you make a commotion in Mr. Clerk's class after he'd humiliated Emily Trollop by making fun of her last name and you stood up for her. And Steve Harrington, I have been in love with you since I saw you make the winning shot for the junior varsity basketball championship and you'd been so genuinely excited that you'd hugged everyone on the team and all the cheerleaders. Not to sound sappy or like a cliché, but it's always been you two. Doesn't matter if I'm a centerfold or the most eligible woman around. You've had my heart for years. No one else stood a chance."

Both boys sit there, stunned to hear these words from you, the girl they've always wanted and never thought they could have. Then Steve is tugging you forward and you're falling towards him and he's kissing you, intense and full of unspoken affection. When you break away, Eddie moves your head to him and kisses you too, passionate and saying everything he can't say aloud. You're all panting by the time you've stopped.

"You were the one that got away, angel," Eddie whispers.

"We never stopped loving you, baby," Steve murmurs.

Tears come to your eyes, and you try to blink them away. "Sorry," you sniffle, embarrassed.

"No apologies necessary, honey." Steve wipes away a stray droplet with his thumb. "This is a dream come true."

"Honest," Eddie agrees, voice a little warbled.

You sniff and lean back, sitting up straight and drying your eyes. You look at them with a gentle smile. "Missed you guys."

They chuckle. "Missed you too, sweetheart," Eddie replies.

"You know what, angel, I've heard that Northwestern has a pretty good dance program." Steve's trying to be nonchalant but you can see through it. He's excited by the idea, and so are you.

"Is that so?" You play along. "I wonder if I know anybody who lives in Illinois."

"Well, it just so happens that you know two awesome guys who reside in Chicago." Eddie's fighting a smile.

"And who might they be?" You're smirking to prevent a huge grin from breaking onto your face.

"Oh, your two new loving boyfriends," Steve offers, "if you'll have them."

"You know, I think I will." You finally cave and really smile, making your boys smile back. You kiss them each.

"Thank god for centerfolds!" Eddie shouts, making you all laugh.

;

A month later, the phone rings.

Steve sets down the box he's carrying, wipes his brow, and picks it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Steve! It's Nancy!" She's bubbling over with excitement.

"Whoa, hey," he replies with a smile. "What's up?"

"Jonathan proposed and I said yes!"

The smile grows wider. "Congrats, I'm glad he finally did it. He showed us the ring at the reunion."

"Yeah, it was really sweet. Wait—the reunion. Why'd you and Eddie disappear? I thought you two were gonna support me."

Steve looks around the apartment. It's cluttered with moving boxes, haphazardly labeled and strewn everywhere. He wouldn't have thought you'd have so much stuff to bring, but guess living in L.A. as a model gets one lots of free shit. You're still in the process of applying to Northwestern, but the boys invited you to move in anyways. They wanted you close whether you got in or not, and although they both think you're a shoo-in, there are other schools near Chicago you could try if you don't.

There's a ruckus by the front door, and then you and Eddie appear, carrying in a bookcase. Eddie is cracking jokes and you're laughing, warning him to stop before you drop the furniture because you're laughing too hard. Steve listens to you two talk over each other and watches as both of your smiles just grow bigger and never fade. You turn and notice Steve looking at you, and scrunch your face at him. It's along the same lines as a cat slow-blinking to tell someone they love them.

"Oh, you know," he says to Nancy, "we just found somewhere more important to be."

The old friends talk for a bit more, Nancy explaining the proposal—Robin had helped, but just a little—and then they say their goodbyes. When he sets down the phone, Eddie's just entering the apartment with what seems like a heavy box, and he sets it down where there's space. You walk in too, not carrying anything, and Eddie grumbles that you could've helped. You just go up to him and kiss his cheek and he melts, giving you a winning smile.

Eddie notices Steve's off the phone. "Who was that?"

"Nancy. Jonathan finally popped the question."

"Oh, yay!" You clapped excitedly. Steve and Eddie had told you about Jonathan showing them the ring.

"Good for them," Eddie agrees.

Steve moves towards you, and you hold out an arm for him to slip around his waist, which he does. "Yeah. She also said she could be mad about me and Eddie leaving the reunion but, and I quote, 'I'm so happy that I'll forgive you'." The three of you laugh. "She spoke like there was an exclamation point after every sentence."

"I'm happy for them." You sigh and rest your head on Steve's shoulder. Eddie holds out a hand and wiggles his fingers, and you giggle as you take it. "I love weddings."

"I think they'll actually have a nice one," Eddie muses, rubbing a thumb across yours. "Plus, you'll look so good all dressed up for it."

Both boys are thinking of all you dressed up, but you're wearing a big white gown, and holding a bouquet, and standing at the start of an aisle with them at the end.

You beam. "I'm sure you two can clean up nicely too. I've seen it with my own two eyes."

Steve narrows his eyes at your teasing. "Are you sassing us, baby?"

"No," you reply, with an innocent expression and glinting eyes. "Definitely not."

"Oh, it's on." Steve starts tickling you, and you shriek with laughter. You escape his grasp and run further into the apartment.

"Come on," Eddie says, already starting to rush after you. "Let's go get our girl."

Steve grins and follows.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #mine

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The World Under The Supreme - The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

Action packed posts with Claw Noir and Shadybug are coming but some important details of their world need to be addressed first! These will be relevant in posts to come.

So prepare yourself; EmoNette and EmoAdrien live in a dark world… A world that Betterfly hopes to change.

The GOOD:

Religion is not a crime, which is why celebrating holidays like Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, etc. is permitted, even if the true meaning behind those celebrations has been lost over the years.

    After all, for some people, their faith is all they have- Plus, it’s good for capitalism!

HOWEVER, organized religion is nearly a thing of the past…

      In every country, Churches, Temples, Mosques, etc. are HEAVILY TAXED. 

          The Supreme has the ONLY say in law, so religious “leaders” have no authority or power.  So, unable to become filthy rich off of devout believers, and unable to sway people to commit atrocities in the name of “God”, there is no point.

           As such, those who do still have some kind of belief in a deity, choose to practice quietly at home.

As a result, there is peace!

      Women all over the world have autonomy over their own bodies AND reproductive rights!

         Girls are allowed to learn to read without fear of being burned with acid.

             Circumcision of boys and girls (yes, some countries mutilate girl’s genitalia for religious reasons) no longer exists.

                 Only old grannies wear hijab because women actually have a choice (not just wear it or be stoned to death).

                   THERE IS NO CASTE SYSTEM.

                        No child marriages.

                            Pedophilia is rare.

                                 Homosexuality is not illegal.

Anti-vaxers DO NOT EXIST!

So there has been a lot of progress in medicine (good news for Rose!)

    No school teaches creationism or claims that man lived at the same time as dinosaurs.

But churches, even famous ones like Notre Dame, Sistine Chapel, Saint Basil's Cathedral, etc. are seen as old relics… tourist sight seeing destinations at most.

       But with the taxes being so heavy, and so few people who identify with any religion, it is not profitable to maintain up-keep on these decrepit buildings.

            As such, when they fall into enough disrepair as to be considered “unsafe” even for tourists, they too will be condemned and demolished so the land can be purchased by the highest bidder and something more useful will be constructed there.

 The BAD:

Mutual aid is a crime… Socialism is forbidden… Protests are not tolerated and severely punished!

            There is no such thing as Charity.

There are no donations of toys to sick kids in hospitals. 

(Prince Ali, non-existent is he, Ali never-heard-of-ya’… Princes and Kings, no such things, only The Supreeeeeme~)

      *No, I will not write out the whole dang song. I don’t want to get sued by a company with mouse ears, thanks.

Everyone pays their own way in life. Those that can’t pay are forced to work (which is why there are no homeless people asking for spare change on the streets).

There is no cooperation without compensation.

The strange, odd, abnormal ones are those who wish to offer help without expecting anything in return.

(You can’t achieve freedom with one person. Freedom is only achieved by collective cooperation, sacrifice, and compassion for others, no matter how different they may be. So long as everyone only looks out for themselves and keeps their heads down rather than risk getting punished for sticking their neck out for others, Freedom for all is impossible. This is the dark price of Wang Fu’s wish for World Peace.)

The Ugly:

Everyone pays the price for selfishness. Especially the planet.

       In a world that only cares about “me”, the comforts and profits of the current generation, there is little to no concern for what future generations will inherit, including the planet.

Quick and easy money, progress for profit with no consideration for environmental impact has been the norm since the end of WW2.

Pollution is a world wide issue;

      Costs of food are higher everywhere because crops and livestock take a LOT of money to grow.

            Crops (grain, fruit, and vegetables) have always been more expensive of course because they require so much land, water, time, and workers to produce.

                 But with polluted air darkening skies, tainted soil, rapid decline of bees, butterflies, and bats, and such dirty water… Plants are suffering.

Crops require massive greenhouse facilities, heavily filtered hydroponics systems, and hundreds of thousands of human workers to pollinate things by hand (yes, we do that even now for rare plants), or at least until Tsurugi Enterprises can develop robots to replace human workers.

Since grass is not that hardy and expensive to maintain, free range livestock is just not possible.  And since most grain has no nutritional value for humans (we can’t really digest it, it is mainly grown to fatten livestock) it is even more expensive since it is a pain in the butt to produce and is mainly consumed by animals, thus meat, dairy, and egg prices have gone up. 

Flowers are more expensive than jewelry.

Since only the hardiest plants can endure the world’s level of pollution, many animals have gone extinct and forests are suffering.

Only the richest of cities still have “parks” though they are a far cry from what we think of as parks.

Most flowers are delicate, so many varieties that we are familiar with can not be grown in your average backyard garden or found in pots on a balcony.

An orchid flower is worth more than a diamond.

The hardy, invasive, “ugly” flowers that we consider as weeds have replaced the wildflowers we once knew.

Only the rich can afford to go to a florist to afford luxuries like carnations, tulips, lilies, daffodils, snapdragons, lilacs, peonies, or something as flashy as a rose.

But thanks to Bertrand King, even the lower class can enjoy the beauty of a bouquet thanks to plastic flowers!

     Plastic truly is fantastic! 

And unlike, fragile, boring, real flowers… PLASTIC FLOWERS can come in any color you want! And they last forever!

      Even a poor man can feel rich if they decorate their home with plastic potted ferns! 

The best part? You don’t have to waste water!  They are so hygienic too! No dirt, no bugs, no allergies, no rotting, dying leaves to prune and clean up!  No worries about little kids or pets eating poison leaves! 

        Plastic plants never lose their luster! They are durable, washable, colorful!

             Can’t afford a diamond? 

              You buy cubic zirconia!

                    Can’t afford a houseplant?

                     Buy plastic!

Of course, there IS one event where even someone living paycheck to paycheck can get a chance to see a variety of REAL flowers (assuming they can pay the admission fee).

Every year, people all over the globe celebrate “World Peace Day”, where they give thanks to The Supreme for putting an end to WW2 and preventing any other war thereafter!

There is no celebration more massive!

On that day, Major cities show off their wealth (through the taxes of the citizens) to throw not only parades, but have massive displays of real flowers for citizens to admire (for a price).

It is a day many look forward to!

A day that celebrates peace between all people regardless of race, ethnicity, or religion!

A day of life and beauty!

ALL HAIL THE SUPREME!

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[little-diable]

The Purest Form of Yourself - Priest!Spencer Reid (smut)

Oh boy. This is @hidingsikki fault, and maybe the one of my dark thoughts. My first ever Priest Reid fic and its quite something, oh well, remember: don't like it, don't read it. But please, if you enjoyed reading this, like and reblog. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader's parents think that she's possessed by Satan, priest Reid is their last hope. And yet, even though he knows that she isn't guided by the dark Lord himself, the man of God can't help but take advantage of the situation.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), intercourse in a church, religious connotations, dom!Spencer

Pairing: Priest!Spencer Reid x fem!reader (2k words)

header by @hidingsikki

Tears glistened on her cheeks as the car kept driving past the all too familiar houses. She had tried to rip herself free from her mother’s grasp, had tried to push her weight against the car door, hoping to escape before her life would forever be changed, though without any luck. (Y/n) could still hear her father’s words ringing in her ears, how he had forced her out of her room, telling her about the only man that could save her from Satan’s grasp.

“The devil’s inside of you, I can feel it, you need to be pure again. Priest Reid shall free your innocent soul.”

(Y/n) hadn’t been able to stop her laughter from bubbling out of her, unsure if her father was making fun of her or if he was truly planning on dragging her to the town’s church. Sounds that had only added more confusion to her parents mind, unsure if the demon was communicating with them. The second her father had grasped (y/n)’s wrists, she had known that there was no way out, all because of the past weeks and the darkening thoughts stretching themselves through her system.

Ever since winter had rolled upon the country, her mood had been dampened, unable to voice out what brought tears to her eyes, unable to voice out the pain she was feeling. Perhaps she should have kept this from her parents, perhaps she should have acted as if nothing was wrong, and yet she hadn’t found the strength to do so, hoping that they’d help her.

“Please, turn around, there’s nothing wrong with me.” Sobs rumbled through her as (y/n) spoke up, groaning in pain. Her throat was sore, tight from the pressure her screams had pressed onto her vocal cords, making her parents believe that something darker was housing in her flesh cage. Neither her mother nor her father dared to reply, eyes focused on the church ahead, praying to God that the priest would help them.

(Y/n) could make out his frame from afar, standing in front of the wooden building with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Priest Reid wore a black, simple suit, the golden cross he usually carried around with himself dangled from his neck like a pendant swinging in front of one’s eyes. For the past months she had found herself growing rather fond of the handsome man, imagining hours spent together, with her hands buried in his curls and her eyes rolling back into her head.

Sinful thoughts she had confessed to after the first night she had made herself cum to the thought of him. The priest hadn’t said much back then, and yet, with a smile tugging on his lips, he had freed her from her sins - very well knowing that he’d claim them soon enough.

The second the car came to a halt, he stepped closer, opening the door (y/n) was pressed against. Strong hands caught her trembling frame, pressing the sobbing woman against his warm chest, “Thank you for bringing her here, I shall take good care of your daughter. You’ll be contacted once she’s freed from Satan’s grasp.”

Her parents didn’t notice how he tightened his grasp on her side, thumb rubbing against the side of her chest, teasing the skin that wasn’t covered by her bra. Her parents also didn’t notice how a slight smile tugged on his lips as his eyes met hers, very well aware that no demon was plaguing her body. Even though the priest knew that she was in no need of being freed from a demon nor Satan, he’d use the situation to his advantage, taking what he had been lusting after for months.

All (y/n) could do was watch her parents leave, not once did they turn back towards her, sparing their daughter one last glance. All (y/n) could do was put her trust in the priest and his guiding touch, hoping that he’d see clearer than her parents. All (y/n) could do was pray that this nightmare was about to be broken by her screams rumbling through her, ripping her from her sleep.

“Come, let’s get you inside.” Tugged towards the church, (y/n) felt herself zoning out for a moment, wondering what he’d do to her, if he’d be willing to listen to her or if he walked the same path like her parents.

The church was dark inside, only a few candles flickered in the distance, flames moved by the silent breeze that stroked along the wooden creation. Priest Ried guided her towards the altar, hand finding her shoulder to push her to her knees. Almost automatically she started praying her Hail Mary, hoping that He was listening. She felt the priest's eyes on her frame, burning through her skin as if she was nothing more than a translucent veil.

“You see, an exorcism takes time, time I don’t have for a woman guided by her primal instincts, by her needs and urges. Your body calls out to me, it may be guided by a demon sent from Hell, begging for the forbidden release, though you’re not guided by Satan. I shall satisfy your needs so you can return to your purest form.” Priest Reid stared down on her, eyes wandering along her frame, the goosebump covered limbs and the cheeks that were still graced by the tears she had cried. Heat brushed through her, urging on the nervousness she felt, unsure if she’d be able to withstand the calling.

“What will you do?” Her voice trembled, wondering if he’d reply to her questions, if he’d even grace her with his sincere attention. (Y/n) could only watch the priest crouch down in front of her, cold hands reaching for her wrists, binding them together with his black rosary. Distracted by the emotions rushing through her like the river Johannes had baptised the holy Son in, (y/n) didn’t fight against the tight grasp, watching the man rise to his feet once again.

“Let me guide you, do as you’re told and you won’t suffer any longer.” His hands worked on his belt, undoing his black trousers to free his hard cock. (Y/n) no longer found the strength to breathe, she had imagined moments like these for nights on end, and yet she hadn’t thought that it would play out like this. With a fire burning in his eyes. With a devilish smirk tugging on his lips. Without taking no for an answer. “Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips, gasping in surprise as he pulled her closer with his hand finding her scalp, forcing his cock into her mouth. Tears welled up in (y/n)‘s eyes, tears glistening on her skin like the sun that had burnt Jesus’ skin, hanging on the wooden cross for all curious eyes to see. The priest didn’t hold back, he fucked her mouth as if she wasn’t gasping for air, forced his length further down her throat as if this was the only way to set her sins free.

His taste would forever stick to her muscle, a reminder of the dark act he was now pushing her through. Veins pulsed against her tongue, pumping blood through his cock to harden him even further. The moment felt almost rushed, perhaps the man wasn’t trying to overthink what he was doing, scared that God would call him out on the wrongs he was committing.

It was no secret that he was now committing a sin himself, using her position to his advantage, and yet neither (y/n) nor the priest seemed to worry about the what ifs and what may follow. His groans filled the church, louder than the drums of Hell, stronger than the archangels calling. A sin overpowering God’s creations, made to bite itself through his flesh.

“Atta girl, I knew you’d be all set on pleasing your priest, such a greedy mouth, you were made for me.” (Y/n) could only moan around him, sounds vibrating on his skin. Their eyes met - hers glassy, his piercing - the interaction forced him to retreat, at least for a moment. It seemed as if he was about to snap, as if her mouth no longer could satisfy his most primal needs. Without a warning, (y/n) was pulled to her feet, forced to face the wooden cross as her front met the altar.

A single “Amen” left her, wondering if anybody was listening and if they were, if they felt compassion for her.

The priest’s hand pushed her further down onto the wooden table before he ruffled her dress up to her waist. She still had her wrists tied together, hands interlaced as if she was praying to the Heavenly Father. And yet no prayer found itself overcoming her lips, no sounds rumbled through her - besides her moans and whimpers. The man took what he needed, he forced himself into her tightness, not giving her the chance to adjust.

“We will set the darkness inside of you free, you’ll return to the purest form of yourself.” His words did little to soothe the ache stretching itself through her tired body. No longer could she differentiate between right and wrong, no longer could she tell what her mind was trying to communicate. All (y/n) could do was stare at the cross, imagining the suffering Jesus had endured, pushed into darkness so the ones with a pure heart could live on.

“Please, I,” a sob clawed through her. A sob of pleasure, of confusion and of pain. “I’ve been good, I prayed, I ain’t no sinner.” But she was. The mere thoughts she had about the man of God have pushed her into Satan’s open arms, folding beneath his piercing eyes and the strong call. She wasn’t pure, wasn’t innocent, a woman falling for a man’s appearance, giving into the play of power.

She heard him spit into his hand, reaching around her waist to touch her sensitive bundle of nerves. His soft fingertips circled her clit, it had been the missing match to alight the cigarette one needed to set a gas station ablaze. The inferno taking down an entire town within minutes was now burning her flesh, leaving a reminder for weeks on end. Their bodies kept searching one another, cock pushed deeper and deeper into her.

There was no escaping, no chance to avoid the eventual release.

Her walls fluttered around him, clenching his cock to keep him close. Any moment now she’d let go, guided by her exhaustion, hoping that the priest would allow her to rest. The man’s pace began to falter, adding more strength to his thrust to push them both over the edge. A simple “Cum” left his parted lips, pushing (y/n) into the soaring waves of her orgasm.

The heavenly feeling swapped through her like the wine Jesus and his followers had poured down their throats, filling their every vein. Priest Ried fucked her through her high, allowing her to call out his name till her voice lost its strength. Only then did he give in, he pulled out of her before he imprinted himself on her behind, leaving his stain with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“You’ll never be innocent, nor shall God ever forgive you for lusting after a man made to spread His words. From now on you shall follow me, from now on you shall bow to my every command.”

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Temporary Girl [Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: You become the girl Knoxville calls when he’s lonely in West Chester.

A/n: ngl i liked where this started but don’t really like the end… hmmmm. lmk if you enjoy! surprised this is my first knox fic

Warnings: smut 18+, oral m!receiving, vaginal fingering, p in v

2.6k words

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Of course you were going to fall for his Southern charms. Who wasn’t when he was sweet talking you so nicely, giving you all the attention in the world like you were the only one who earned it? The first time it happened you were on top of the world. Sure he was married, but you figured he’d done this stuff all the time, it’s not like you would make some huge difference. Only now it caused a huge dent in your life, like an asteroid walloping into you.

You knew the guys would look down on you for it, what with being the girl Johnny Knoxville hit up to fuck when he was in West Chester. Even if you were seeing someone at the time you would fold immediately, racing to the man’s hotel room as soon as he called. “You know he has girls all around the country, and now you’ve become his West Chester broad.” Bam would say all serious, like an intervention of some kind. You’d brush him off, “Stop being all dramatic. We both get something out of it.” Bam narrowed his eyes at you, “Really? Cause’ it seems like you guys fuck, you’re all happy and then he leaves and you’re miserable. What are you getting out of that exactly?” You’d get pissed then, because it was true, “Can you just stay out of my business please? Like how I stay out of yours.” Bam shakes his head, getting up to leave. “Well don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart again, I’m just trying to be a good friend.” And then he’d take off, leaving you to wallow in his honest words but none of them changed anything.

However, you did think of them pretty often. Maybe you should respect yourself a little more. You didn’t want to be deemed as just the slut he’d call to get himself off, you were as much a part of CKY and Jackass as the rest of the guys. You were the token girl for fuck’s sake! But Johnny was so god damn hot and persuasive that any ounce of self respect was gone the moment the phone rang.

Johnny was in town again, filming for the Fort Knoxville episode of Viva La Bam and after you all wrapped for the day, you found yourself at Kildare’s drinking away and playing pool with the crew. The whole time Johnny acted completely normal with you, cracking jokes like you were just casual pals and maybe you liked it that way, like you were secret even when all of your friends knew about what you’d get up to. Later on into the night, Knoxville called it quits. “I’m exhausted after my flight this morning, I’m off guys.” He did his rounds of goodbyes and physical gestures, even planting a soft kiss on your cheek, like he hadn’t kissed your most private areas like that. And then he was gone without a second to spare, no suggestion that he wanted to fuck.

You hated to admit that it made you pissed, but it did and Bam of course picked up on it. “You’re just in a pissy mood now that lover boy fucked off without you.” You brushed him off again, furrowing your brows. “Shut up Bam.” Bam raised his hands “Why can’t you just admit I’m right? You like being with him, not being his fuck buddy, but that’s all he wants you for. He’s married Y/n.” If you weren’t pissed before, you certainly were now, “You think I don’t know he’s married? Since when do you care about all this shit, you cheat on Jenn all the fucking time?!” Bam nodded his head, “Yeah I know, so I also know how a cheater acts, and he is breaking your heart without giving a single fuck!”

Your fight was interrupted when your cellphone started to ring. Bam narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re only going to get hurt.” You picked up your phone “I’m going to get off thank you.” You flicked it open and answered the call you were praying to get. “Hey sweetheart.” The Southern voice drawled, “I’ve missed you.” Your heart stopped a little, he missed you. You realised the more you thought the more Bam was right so quickly snapped back into smug mode. “I’ve missed you too.” Bam rolled his eyes at your response, getting an idea of the things Johnny was sweet talking you with. “So, you wanna come to my hotel room when you’re finished with the bar?” You looked Bam right in the eyes, “I’m ready to go now actually.” Bam shook his head, biting his lip. “Okay sugar, the room number’s 302, I’ll see ya.” You smiled smugly, “See you in a bit.” With that you shut your phone and stuffed it in your purse. “You know one day you’re gonna hate yourself for not listening to me.” Bam folded his arms. “And I am not gonna be your shoulder to cry on.” You put your hand on his shoulder, “You never were in the first place.” The words stung as you walked away, pretending like you didn’t give a fuck about Bam but you gave many fucks. “Where’s she off to?” Ryan asked Bam as he wandered over to where you had argued. “She’s going off to fuck Knoxville!” He said the last part extra loud so you and everyone else in the bar could hear. You turned your head around before leaving Kildare’s, flipping Bam the bird, and you were gone.

You knocked on Room 302, butterflies swarming in your stomach as if this wasn’t routine at this point. Johnny answered the door in his sweatpants, (interesting choice) with no shirt on and his hair damp, patting it with a towel. “Hey sweetheart.” Johnny smiled, that sweet sickening smile that reminded you of why you were willing to get your heartbroken every time he called. “Hey Johnny.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek just like he had earlier before moving out of the way to let you into the room. “Get the chicken wing stains out yet?” Johnny rolled his eyes, “Haha, very funny. I got new sheets.” You patted the soft bed and sat yourself down on it. Johnny walked over all nonchalant and lifted your chin up with his finger. You flashed him an innocent doe eyed look while he licked his lips. “Pretty girl.” He murmured under his breath as he leaned down and kissed you. Your lips reacted immediately, moving in sync with his but you kept your hands in your lap, awaiting Johnny to initiate what to do like he always did. It was nice letting someone take over completely during sex, you felt needed, wanted. Though maybe someone else would look at that differently.

Johnny pulled away from the kiss and bit his lip while standing up straight. He brushed a piece of hair away from your face and rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. It became apparent to you that you were basically face to face with his crotch and that the subtle way he pushed your head forward made out what he wanted. You looked at his crotch and then back up to him with those same doe eyes. He sighed contently when you began to pull down his sweatpants and reach your hand down his boxers to pull out his dick. He groaned with pleasure when you came into contact with it. It wasn’t completely hard yet so you spent time jerking him off for a moment to get him to full length. All the while, Johnny had his bottom lip between his teeth, still tracing your cheek with his thumb.

You placed the tip of his dick in your mouth and glanced up at him through heavy lids. He groaned loudly when you took all of him into your mouth, gripping him at the base. You sucked softly, moving up and down his length. “Good girl.” Johnny spoke, his hand now placed on the back of your head, pushing you down ever so gently. The words went straight to your heat and you moaned quietly, the vibrations causing Johnny to moan too. Even when you were sat on Knoxville’s bed, sucking him off like he wanted you to, Bam’s words were circling around your head. Sure you weren’t the first girl to suck Johnny Knoxville’s cock and that was fine, but you probably weren’t even the first girl this week. All that ‘He has sluts all around the country’ talk was getting to you but you swallowed it down, along with your spit that was now pooling, some of it down your chin. Johnny had a firm grip around your hair now, shoving you down so your nose was almost touching the space above his cock. He moaned and groaned as you tried your best to breathe through your nose, eyes beginning to water. “Just a second doll.” Johnny struggled to get out, immersed in his pleasure. After a moment he released you, lines of saliva linking you to his dick still. He tried to wipe the spit off your chin with his thumb but the attempts were pretty much futile, instead you cleaned yourself with the back of your hand.

“God you’re so good to me you know that?” You smiled at him, ‘I wonder how many girls he’s said that to’ the thought was washed down once more. “Come on let’s get this off.” Johnny helped you pull your tank top off, releasing your tits. He lay down on the bed as you unbuttoned your pants, shimmying them off with your panties, leaving you exposed. Johnny had now kicked off his sweatpants and was completely bare in front of you, the sight alone was enough to make you drool. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He pulled you to sit on his torso just above his cock, kissing and grabbing at your tits while you let out desperate whimpers. “Have to make sure you’re ready.” He whispered, moving his fingers down to swipe them through your folds. You whined when he let a finger breach into you, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders and raising your hips to allow him to finger you. Johnny watched you with intent as you shut your eyes and whimpered while you let him do whatever he wanted. He slipped another finger in and picked up the pace, stretching you out nicely. You moaned some more, putting on a little show for the man beneath you. You opened your eyes to make contact with his deep set ones, completely blown out with lust. Lust. Not love. Of course. His other hand which had been gripping your waist snaked up to feel your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers for you to make more pleasurable noises. After a moment, Johnny removed his fingers, examining the slick you had left. Out of curiosity, he moved the digits up to your mouth, wanting to see if you would taste yourself. And you did, wrapping your lips around his fingers to suck seductively. Of course you did. You’d do anything he’d say, he didn’t even have to say it.

Johnny smiled smugly, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Too good to me.” He whispered, the words making you release his fingers. He moved his hands back down to your hips and guided you down to his crotch. You looked down and grabbed his length with your hand, moving it to where it needed to be before sinking down slowly. You winced as he entered you, his hands pushing you down to help. “You okay?” He asked, and you simply nodded, “I’m fine.” It became apparent those were practically the only words you had spoken during this whole exchange. You just let Johnny do whatever he wished, no complaints. That was unfair, you wanted this just as much as he did. But maybe not for the same reasons. Johnny reached up and brushed your hair over your shoulder as you began moving back up, setting your own pace. “So pretty.” He murmured, his head foggy with pleasure. You knew the words were simply fillers but that didn’t stop them from going straight to your stomach, the butterflies running rampant. You struggled with going faster like you knew Johnny wanted you to and so he took matters into his own hands. He pulled you down so your tits were now pressed against his chest and he grabbed your ass tightly with both hands. Then he began moving you up and down much quicker as you buried your head into his neck, letting out louder whimpers. At the same rate, Johnny was bucking up into you, the pleasure causing your eyes to water. You felt quite pathetic in that moment. You weren’t able to ride him as well as he needed you to, ‘I bet one of his whores is way better at sex than me.’ This time you didn’t bury the thought, you let it take over. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting again and began moving up and down, this time much quicker. It was harder this way then just letting Johnny do what he wanted but you didn’t care now. Eventually you were bouncing up and down on his cock, small slaps echoing throughout the room. Your moans were louder and more pornographic but you took a lot more pleasure in the contorted look on Johnnys face. “Fuck baby.” He whimpered, his moans almost as pathetic as yours used to be. “I’m so close, can I cum in you?” His breathing was erratic at this point and the way he let you completely take over showed he wasn’t lying. You told him he could, a little resentful at the fact he didn’t remember you were on the pill. Johnny clutched your hips now, holding you down so you were completely sat on his cock before spilling into you with a loud groan.

You smiled smugly as Johnny kept his eyes shut while catching his breath. “Fucking hell sweetheart, I haven’t cum that quickly since high school.” You blushed at the compliment and slowly lifted yourself off of him. Your knees almost gave out while doing so, now you knew your legs would hurt in the morning. He helped you lie down beside him before getting up quickly to get a towel for you. You panted too, content that you had outdone yourself this time. Til you remembered why you decided to push yourself. Your demeanour changed when Johnny returned from the bathroom, towel in hand when he began wiping your heat. “Fuck, did you even get to cum?” Johnny remembered, slowing his movements. “Yeah I finished.” You lied. You didn’t orgasm very often when with Johnny but he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t enquire any further and simply handed you a t shirt of his to sleep in, getting into a fresh pair of boxers himself. He slipped under the covers behind you and assumed the position of big spoon. He kissed your cheek softly. “You’re amazing.” He whispered and you didn’t respond. Simply smiling politely while the man who held you fell asleep soundly.

You didn’t sleep very well that night, your head swimming with Bam’s words once again. You tried not to think of the fact Johnny would be flying out in a couple days, instead revelling in his warmth but that was barely working. You turned over to face Johnny while he slept, admiring his features. You knew how lucky you were to be in the same bed as movie star Johnny Knoxville but it was only temporary. His temporary girl.

End.

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[okdeedee]

i have some more seven minutes in heaven with a pedro boy of choice as created/coined/prompted by @boliv-jenta, because i’m a goddamn comedian, and this is fun for me. thank you for thinking this idea up.

this is every pedro boy i have an opinion on:

javi p : 7 minutes pretending I have no idea who he is and treating him like your average joe, just so he gets a break from the incessant pablo escobar questions. i will however be unabashedly checking him out and complimenting whatever obscenely well tailored and bright button up shirt he has on that day.

marcus m: split the time in half. first 3.5mins? sorry i’m just gonna throw metal stuff at him (with consent) and test the magic metal powers. second 3.5mins? a little shoulder massage. he seems tense.

dave york: 7 minutes in Court Ordered Therapy. i don’t like him and i don’t like his hair. he gives me the heeby jeebies.

joel miller: i’ll be honest i’ve got 2 options. 1) sit on a porch and chill out with him and his guitar. serenade me, cowboy. i’ll serenade you right back.

or,,

2) do my level best to (with consent) give him life-changing-make-you-want-to-plan-a-future-with-me-level head. yeah. uh. next.

marcus p: let me at this man!!!! i want to play with his hair i want to be all curled up with him on a couch i’ll watch Casablanca! i’ll watch some movie from the 40s. do i like them? no! would i watch them all day (or in fact for 7 minutes) just to be in his presence? yes!

jack daniels deserves a nice one so here’s a nice one for him as well: 7 minutes at some near-empty bar in the early afternoon. maybe i steal his hat and put it on and maybe that holds implications. perhaps i am unwaveringly normal and complimentary and he’s taken aback by my lack of performance and abundance of genuineness and falls in love with me and ditches the whole arrogance and misogyny sort of act. i don’t know. just spitballing.

din djarin: 7 minutes to watch him train or absolutely decimate a group of ruffians in a brawl. i’d like him use his gadgets and his brute strength and proficiency. i’d start wanting to bite things. after? i’d give him orange slices or a cold washcloth or again, head,,,,. whatever he needs. i live to serve.

pero tovar: talking him through a 7 minute personal hygiene and skincare routine. i just have this feeling he’d really be into soap if he ever got the chance to use it. and then if there was time left over i’d re-do his eyeliner.

max phillips: i don’t much like him. think i’d follow him around with a UEBOOM playing various songs from the twilight soundtracks for 7 minutes. then get the hell out of dodge before he could ruin my life.

javi g: anything. i’d stare at him in that white singlet for 7 minutes. i’d let him wax poetic about nicolas cage. i’d go for a swim. i’m terrified of heights but i’d cliff-dive with him. i’ll let him talk me through the entire nicolas cage collection. hell, i’ll hang his laundry out to dry for 7 minutes. I just want to be in his presence. he’s my dream man. ugh.

ezra: since prospect was taken off netflix in my country and i haven’t been able to watch it in 2 years, ezra in my head is now more closely associated with either @oonajaeadira’s bookshop series or @frannyzooey’s in the dark

(this doubles as a shoutout to them for some gorgeous gorgeous writing in these series and in everything they do. i hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this!)

if we’re in bookshop? i’d like to coexist with ezra peacefully for 7 minutes. all domestic. surrounded by the smell of old books. talking about random things. maybe holding his hand and stroking the back of it with my thumb. something soft and loving. what a sweet and heartwarming series.

if we’re in in the dark i’m sorry, i would lean more towards getting absolutely railed into next week by him. god he’s hot. i’m not immune to a bit of an age gap and this one is done so well and so tastefully.

frankie morales: i think i’d enjoy spending seven minutes chatting with an alcoholic beverage while we’re grilling at the barbeque. so dad-coded of me, but maybe the sun is setting and it’s summer and it’s a taste of normalcy he hasn’t had in a while so it’s romantic. i like him. i like him a lot.

oberyn martell: i think i’d spontaneously combust in his presence. he’s just … wow. and ellaria is so gorgeous as well. I’m just one shy bisexual. i’d need the upper hand or at least to impress them. OK let’s set it that I’m like a travelling bard or something and I’ve come to Dorne. Therefore I’d sing for them. that’s my One Great Skill. and then they go oh nice! and i get a full time job just doing what bards do in Dorne. and maybe i am invited to their bed once in a while.

pedro across the street: forget apple originals - to me, PATS is from oonajaeadiras’ good things take time series. her work has a way of sticking in your brain. would love a 7minute non sexual massage from this one. my trapezius (?) muscles are rock hard.

surely that’s it. i feel like i’ve forgotten a big one. well. thanks for reading if you got this far.

peace out.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #looked up the trapezius muscle after this and i was right #lesson: never doubt yourself

[chuuyamysunflower]

Asheiji fanfic recs pt. 4

Pt. 1 , 2 and 3

Brooklyn Baby by suffragettecity(41k)

Front-man Ash Lynx goes from coast to coast with his bohemian band. Photographer Eiji Okumura goes from journalist to groupie with his newfound freedom.

Your Best American Boy by suffragettecity(57k)

Cherry popsicles, bummed cigarettes, wrinkled photographs and shirtless nights. The summer a Japanese tourist moves in across the street, and an American boy falls in love through the fire-escapes.

Dusk till Dawn by equinoctial(97k)

“Alright. But you stay safe okay? I mean-” Eiji immediately regretted his reflexive reply to a goodbye. This wasn’t just your ordinary stranger, this was probably a powerful wizard for crying out loud.

But instead of an awkward laugh, the wizard settled with a gentle smile, the kind that reached his eyes and made the mystifying jade more brilliant than ever.

“Thanks. You stay safe too,” and with that, the wizard hopped off the balcony and vanished into the crowd below.

---

In which Eiji gets cursed into a ghost, the kingdom wages war on its neighbours, and the devil wizard Ash Lynx roams the wastelands while striking fear into the strongest of hearts.

But of course, fate would see the seemingly heartless wizard fall in love with a heart that had so much to give.

satin birds by kybelles(48k)

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

Mr. James R. Callenreese and Ms. Hideko Aoki are very delighted to announce the engagement between Mr. Callenreese's son and sole heir to Callenreese Corporotions Mr. Aslan J. Callenreese and Ms. Aoki's beloved nephew Mr. Eiji Okumura. The happy couple haven't decided on a wedding date yet.

(Except, Ash and Eiji are not happy at all because they don't want this marriage.)

of sugar cookies and chocolate puddings by kybelles(3k)

Eiji first meets Ash on a gloomy sunday afternoon.

After a little silence, the door is slowly opened by someone Eiji doesn’t notice at first. When he lowers his eyes a little, however, his gaze meets with a pair of bright green eyes. He takes a little step back, taking the appearance of the blonde kid who’s standing in front him. The suspicious scowl on his face softens a little when his eyes catch the plate in Eiji’s hands but he keeps holding his guard.

“Um…” Eiji begins hesitantly.

“What do you want?” the boy asks with a challenging face.

“M-my mom sent this.” he stammers finally, pushing the plate forward a little clumsily.

be my mirror, my sword and shield by kybelles(15k)

Ash Lynx finds the love of his life on a quiet night after he trips on sidewalk and harshly bumps his face against it when he exits from library.

Ash lets out a long-suffering sigh and prepares to take out his phone when he hears a sharp inhale and feels someone approaching him in a hurry. He defensively turns towards the noise but freezes like a deer caught in the headlights.

There’s guy in front of him who’s looking at Ash with concern and the sight of him literally makes Ash’s heart flutter like it’s never done before. He has the softest looking black hair Ash’s ever seen and for a crazy moment, Ash feels an irrepressible urge to run his hand through it. The guy’s already big dark eyes grow impossibly bigger when they land on Ash’s bruised cheek.

“Oh my god!” he shrieks in an adorable manner. “Are you okay?”

“You must be an angel.” Ash blurts before he can stop himself.

Sacrifice by signpainter1(33k)

Ash, the Sun God asks for only one thing; a daily sacrifice of wheat to help him maintained the fields. When war threatens the country, they turn from a wheat sacrifice to a human one. People are brought to the capital including the man Ash loves the most, Eiji Okumura. Ash has to find a way to prevent Eiji from dying which is hard when humans only hear only what they want to hear.

The One With the Vampires by TurnUps(99k)

Eiji Okumura has travelled to New York state because a Count Golzine is paying him an awful lot of money to take some pictures of his house. It doesn't take long for him to find out that he's the intended prey for creatures of the night.

But he instead to save the mysterious Ash, Golzine's supposed son, as well as himself.

*

Ash put his hand over the boy's mouth. Kept him pushed against the wall.

"Listen to me." His voice came out as a growl - a monster's voice. "If you go up to the Golzine Estate, then you won't come back down. With or without the money, you won't see a cent of it. That man - that - thing - he lives to trap pretty boys like you into his web, and he'll gobble you up before you realise you're stuck. Go. Home."

The boy didn't struggle. A rabbit who knew it had been caught in a snare. Dark eyes stared at him - wide. Maybe that meant he was finally seeing sense.

His lips were parted, under Ash's palm. He became away of that. Warm skin and warmer breath. A familiar feeling reared its head in his stomach. A hunger.

No. He could not save this boy from Golzine's clutches just so that he would fall prey to his own.

Uncharted Waters by midnitewrites(148k)

A routine day on the water is turned on its head when fisherman Eiji Okumura spots a strange creature in his fishing net. His excitement quickly morphs into disbelief when he realizes that what he caught is no fish: it’s a mermaid, beautiful and deadly—and, as he soon learns, gravely injured.

Desperate to save them, Eiji spirits the mermaid away to his home and nurses them back to health in his bathtub. As they recover, he learns more about them and their situation: their name is Ash; they can’t hope to survive without a fin to replace the one they lost; and in a year’s time, their pod will once again return to the bay where Eiji first found them.

Together, Eiji and his friends devise a plan to rehabilitate Ash and reunite them with their pod. Yet as Ash gains strength, so, too, do the bonds they forge, and the prospect of saying goodbye becomes far more difficult than any of them bargained for.

Bed of Roses by TurnUps(103k)

Eiji had been watching the boy for the last three dances.

Well, he had been watching, but not watching. Every time the boy’s gaze came anywhere near him, he stared back down at the table, hoping that he hadn’t been caught.

It was the boy’s hair that had caught his eye at first. Yellow – somewhere between yellow and white. He’d never seen hair that colour before. Didn’t know it was possible for real people to have hair that colour. It was as though there was a miniature sun around his head. As if he was a candle, with its own flame.

The flame flickered in his eyes too. Green eyes – he’d rarely seen them, either – and none quite as vibrant a green as his. They sparkled like emeralds, above flashing white teeth. His waistcoat had a hint of green to it, that brought them out all the more.

*

Western/Cowboy/Young Guns AU! Eiji has travelled to America with Ibe because of fishy business with the mayor of a small town. Ash runs a group called the Regulators after the same thing.

And in That Light, I Saw You by ohrange(125k)

After a traumatic experience renders Eiji unable to attend school, Ibe suggests taking some time off to work as his photography assistant at an agency in New York. Eiji takes to the idea well enough, but doesn’t expect to get involved into investigating a sex-trafficking ring… something that Ash, a model at the agency, has been secretly keeping evidence of for years.

[In which Ash is a model with a dark past no one dares to question, and Eiji is a design student who escapes from Japan only to be met with the same thing he wants to forget.]

Rewrite the Stars by Hamliet(58k)

When exchange student Eiji Okumura arrives at his American high school for a year abroad, his worries about fitting in and earning As are quickly swept aside when he meets Ash Lynx, a genius rumored to have spent time in juvie last year. Between Ash, his friends Shorter and Sing, and the mysterious younger brother of the school's principal, Eiji finds himself drawn into a power struggle that he realizes is more familiar than he thought. High School AU... (like, where they're actually in school + there's a chance of healing).

Ain't it like thunder under earth by Snow_Falls(11k)

'Alex clarified, when again it seemed like Ash wouldn’t reply. “Whoever goes with the boss has to spend some time fooling around with him.”

“Who is going with Ash?” Eiji had to ask.

There was a significant pause. The boys looked at Eiji and away.'

Fake dating, then real dating, with the mildest of heists thrown in for flavour.

[Read the tags before reading the fic<3]

#banana fish fic #banana fish fanfiction #banana fish fanfic rec #banana fish fandom #banana fish #banana fish fanfic #banana fish fic rec #asheiji fanfic #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #ash is taking a nap #my babies #they deserve love #fic rec

[gumnut-logic]

Along the way (Part One)

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1

Okay, I had all the plans and research done to write some more Kermadec fic, but I received so many kind words regarding Alexander Sweetapple today, that I cracked and started writing Fic Three of his story (which was planned in the middle of Fic Two). And considering today, I was happy to write ANYTHING.

Thank you so much for everyone’s support regarding Alex. I am totally stunned how many people have said so many positive things about my bumbling, starry-eyed fanboy engineer. ::hugs you all so tight::

This fic is all your fault, but particularly the wonderful @onereyofstarlight​ who continues to support me in my forays into Aotearoa in multiple ways. I may be a fan of her and that country :D And also to @flyboytracy​ who started all this with their ask. I hope noone is regretting that :D

Warnings: this fic is likely to meander into m/m, if not entirely, it is at least discussed, so if that is not your thing, turn back now ::hugs::

This bit is full of brotherly ribbing and fatherly musings.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

“So, you and Alex?”  

“Me and Alex, what?”

Virgil continued to roll up the long electrical cable that had served to connect Thunderbird Two’s generator systems to the ski lift’s safety mechanisms

Since the ski lift was now mostly in a ravine, thankfully minus the three families Virgil and Gordon had snatched from it, it was no longer needed.

Cold wind blew up the escarpment and despite the insulation of his uniform, Virgil shivered.

Gordon, as usual, was a spot of warmth off to his right stowing Virgil’s toolkit. Hopefully in order.

“Well, you guys do seem to have hit it off.”

Virgil concentrated fully on his task using far more neurons than necessary. “In what way?”

“You know…when boy meets boy…”

“Your point?”

“Hey, I’m just happy to see you happy.”

Virgil grunted. “Alexander Sweetapple is an employee of Tracy Industries.”

“So?”

He straightened and cracked his back. “Gords, Alex is a friend. A good friend. Nothing more.”

Gordon stopped what he was doing and stared at his brother. You do know that Alex is gay, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Make a move.”

“Why?”

Gordon groaned and flopped dramatically over the stowed toolbox. “Oh, I don’t know.” He waved a hand towards the aether. “Because he’s smart? Because he wants to save the world just like you do? Because he has a crush on you big enough to sink the Titanic? Because he makes you smile?” Gordon sighed. “Pick one.”

Virgil turned away. “I will not take advantage of an employee.”

“Oh god.” Gordon ran his hand through his hair, only to have the wind mess it up a second later. “You have the love life of a monk, Virg. He’s a nice guy, ask him out.”

Virgil didn’t answer, his eyes still focussed on the yellow cable that he was rolling up. Alex was a nice guy, in every sense. He did make Virgil smile. He had lost count of how many times in the last six months the man had dropped something in front of him in surprise. Virgil had become an expert at the quick catch. But beyond that, they definitely clicked in the lab. The man was an inspiration, his mind capturing a situation and finding the most original solutions, fast and intuitively.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “Virg, he makes you happy. Happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.”

“We’re friends.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Gordon opened his mouth to say more, but then closed it. There was something in his eyes as he looked at Virgil.

A squeeze of his shoulder and Gordon was hugging him. “Whatever works, bro.”

Then Gordon was off, packing up the pod he had deployed earlier, leaving Virgil to stare at the long line of yellow cord still winding up on its spool.

Whatever works.

-o-o-o-

 Jeff strode into Thunderbird Two’s hangar as the great machine glided to a stop atop its massive turntable and began its slow spin.

As ever, he was impressed with his sons’ capabilities in the huge vehicles. Scott wore One like a second skin, even more closely than Jeff had ever adopted a machine. That was definitely a case of the son exceeding the father.

With Virgil it was similar, but different. Where Scott was part of his machine, Virgil used Thunderbird Two as gracefully as he used any tool. Elegant, strong and ever reminding him of his beloved Lucille.

Paintbrush, technical equation, even the family car - they had all been tools and a means to an end for his wife. She created what she needed out of the tools around her.

As did her son.

He shook himself and tapped his cane on the concrete beneath his feet.

Focus.

He had a tendency to drift back into his mind and visualise what he wanted to see. Long term habit to add colour to a monochrome world.

Thunderbird Two’s engines whined slowly down to silence, heat dissipating in a haze into the venting systems of the hangar. He could almost count the time required for post-flight. With Gordon on board, there would be professionalism laced with the occasional ribbing.

He smiled to himself. His little fish had grown into an amazing young man. Jeff’s heart hurt at the thought of the challenges Gordon had had to tackle in his relatively short life, but his spark had not been dimmed. Watching him with Virgil, stirring his quieter older brother, provoking smiles and commentary.

His sons were so tightly knit together.

The germ of selfishness deep in his soul worried how he was ever going to fit back into his family puzzle. But he had been welcomed home, wrapped in his boys and, honestly? He could not believe his luck.

Two’s forward hatch lowered with his two boys bickering about something. Looked like Gordon had a bee in his bonnet and wanted to make honey with his big brother - who was refusing adamantly.

“Gordon, I’m not going to give him one of your pet fish.”

“Why not? Could be an ice breaker.”

“There’s no ice!”

The two men strode towards Jeff, both intent on the other. Virgil’s glare was nuclear.

Yeah, definitely stirring his older brother.

“Boys?”

They both startled, almost shooting to attention as they realised his presence.

Gordon recovered first “Uh, hi, Dad.” He waved a hand in his father’s direction. “Hey, maybe you can convince Virg.”

Uh, oh.

“Gordon!” Virgil’s voice echoed around the cavern.

“Hey, I’m not the only one worried about your love life.”

“What?” Virgil’s eyes darted between Gordon and Jeff. “This is not up for discussion.”

Jeff frowned. Sounded like this was going a little far…

“I’m taking a shower.” Virgil eyed his father and waved an apologetic hand in his direction before stalking off towards the locker rooms.

Jeff stared after him for a solid moment, aware of the frustration bouncing on his feet beside him.

“What did you do, Gordon?”

“Nothing! I just suggested he ask Alex out.”

“Alex?”

“You know the engineer Virg has been ‘seeing’ at Māhia.”

“I thought they were just friends.”

“They are.” Gordon bit his lip and looked briefly off into the distance after his brother. “I don’t know, Dad. Scott, Virg and John, they don’t have anyone, you know?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just want them to be happy.”

Jeff stared at Gordon. He had been surprised when he and Penelope were revealed to be a couple. But he had been even more surprised to find that none of his eldest sons had formed attachments, much less gifted him grandkids.

It was understandable considering their careers over the last eight years. Living on an isolated island didn’t help and, in John’s case, space wasn’t providing much in that direction either.

And yes, Jeff had no doubt that it was his fault. It had been him who put his boys on their current path, after all.

But at the time it had seemed the right thing to do. Scott had lost everything; he needed a goal. And Lucy, dear Lucy, there had been so many other mothers and sons and daughters and fathers out there who needed help.

He still remembered the fire lighting up in Scott’s eyes.

And the fear in Virgil’s.

Yes, it was his fault.

He cleared his throat. “Do you think Alex is interested?”

Gordon stared at him as if he had a third eye. “Have you seen how the guy falls all over Virg?”

Honestly, Jeff had thought the man had a nervous condition.

But it appeared Gordon didn’t need an answer, starting out on a rant that had obviously been building for some time.

“He has stars in his eyes for Virgil, Dad. Which isn’t unusual, I admit. But what is usual is that Virgil is clueless. Alex is a great guy. He’s smart and the two of them get on like a house on fire. You should see them together! Heads down, butts up, working the engineering stuff. I might as well not be there. In fact, I’ve left the room in the past and come back hours later and they haven’t noticed.” Gordon dropped his hands pleading at his father. “Do you know how often Virg has been to Māhia lately?”

Jeff blinked. “I haven’t been keeping count. Your brother’s business is his business.”

Gordon groaned. “Dad, twice last week I launched Two and had to pick him up on the way.”

A frown. “If you think your brother’s activities are impacting on International Rescue-“

“No, no, no, no, no! Dad, the guy needs a life, I get it. I want him to have one. One beyond what little camaraderie he can find online, beyond family, beyond International Rescue. It is great to see him having fun. But he should take the next step. He needs the next step!”

Jeff opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off in mid thought by another son.

“International Rescue, we have a situation.”

The reflex was automatic. Not a word was said. Gordon hurried ahead while Jeff made his slower way across the concrete floor to the elevator.

Entering the lounge, the scene was as he expected. Four sons staring somewhat religiously up at their fifth, projected from orbit.

Scott was in his uniform, having only returned shortly before Virgil and Gordon. Virgil was in a towel, his hair dripping wet. Apparently, he had meant it regarding the shower.

Gordon stepped up beside his older brother, a smirk on his face.

Virgil didn’t bother to even acknowledge him.

As Jeff joined the circle, Alan shifted towards him. His youngest was still wearing his green tee and shorts. There had been no space missions as yet today.

“Gisborne appears to have taken the brunt of the earthquake. Scans are telling me there are several collapsed buildings. However, surrounding towns, including Tracy Industries’ Māhia Complex have been affected. Director Thompson is requesting assistance.”

Jeff glanced at Virgil, as did Gordon, but there was nothing but professionalism on his face

Scott turned to his team. Because his brothers were his team. “Virgil, Gordon and Alan. Take Two to Gisborne. John, liaise with Gisborne emergency services. I’ll take One to Māhia.”

A mutter of FABs and his sons were moving.

A flush of pride washed over him, but as Virgil turned his back to his chute, Jeff caught the expression on his son’s face.

And his heart sank.

-o-o-o-

Next

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Jeff Tracy #FishTank #alexander sweetapple #possible m/m #nuttyfic

[merv606]

Puritianverse!

On their honeymoon in Italy, pious little Daniel is horrified when he misses Church one Sunday…all because Terry fucked him so good until early Sunday morning, that he slept until afternoon, and missed all the Services!!! Terry was much amused at his adorable, sad dismay—even when his little Omega started to sob that all he wanted to be was a good Omega, but now he was a sinner, and was afraid that he wasn’t going to go to heaven when he died.

“And I w-wanted us t-to be together f-forever,” Daniel cried pitifully in Terry’s arms while his Alpha tried not to laugh, and instead dropped soothing kisses on his soft hair. He looked up at Terry with tear filled brown eyes and red cheeks. As lovely as always. Terry felt his dick twitch. His arms tightened around Daniel’s tiny body. 

“J-j…just wanted to be…be with you f-forever n’ e-ever even when we d-die. And now I’ve ruined it!” And then Daniel cried even harder. 

Terry sighed, rubbing circles on his narrow back. His darling Omega had brought him much joy (and cuteness) in the short time they had been married, and was everything he’d ever wanted, especially in terms of love and well, sex…but Daniel’s adoration of religious life and Church sometimes tried his patience. Dreadfully. Why, his sweet boy had even devoted time on their honeymoon, every damn day,for prayers, and reading his worn, leather-bound Bible, and other nonsense. Time that could be better spent in Terry’s company, in his waiting arms, or on his cock. (And sightseeing this beautiful country too, so he could show off what a little beauty of an Omega he had.) Heh. 

Terry had known full well that Daniel would be too fucked out for any Mass on Sunday—he’d made sure of it, giving his sweet boy quite the fucking over and over (and over)—until he’d quite literally been fucked unconscious…but he hadn’t been expecting this reaction!

“Tell you what, little one,” Terry said, brushing some tears away and tilting Danny’s chin up. He looked just like a sad, gorgeous little doll. “I’ll allow you to go to Confession tomorrow, so you can get this off your chest, and feel better. Would you like that, my baby?”

“R-really?” Daniel said, face brightening already. 

Terry smiled. “Would your Alpha ever lie to you?” He did, all the time, but only for Danny’s benefit!

Daniel let out a happy squeak, and cuddled in tightly against Terry, dropping the sweetest little kisses on his nose and lips and cheeks. God, what an angel. “O-oh, no Sir, no! Of course not! You really are the best Alpha ever!” Daniel smiled happily. “Thank you, Sir! God will be so pleased now!”

Terry really didn’t give a shit about whether the Lord was pleased or not, but he thought, as he carried his beautiful, innocent Omega off to be not so innocently ravished, Terry was sure to be.  

…

…But when Daniel came out of Confession the next day, Terry was concerned when he saw how desperately sad his little Omega looked. 

“Sweetheart—“ Terry began, gathering Daniel into his arms. Daniel’s mouth wobbled.

“I-I’m sorry l, Sir,”’he began, sounding frightened. “B-but the Priest s-said…”

“What did he say?” Terry would kill the man for making his angel feel like this! Eternal damnation be…well, damned!

Daniel swallowed tilting his head far back so he could look him in the eye. “…He, he said, Terry, that m-my penance was no…” his voice trembled. “…N-no r-relations with my Alpha f-for a week. F-for missing Mass, Sir.” His eyes filled with tears. “T-this is all my fault, Sir, p-please don’t be angry with me!” 

Terry forces a smile - not wanting to upset the little omega further.

It’s not Daniel’s fault - he’s the one who fucked him all morning so that he would miss mass, and he’s the one who suggested coming to confession, forgetting that he and Father O’Brien have reached an agreement when dealing with Daniel.

Already, in their short marriage, the priest has been most helpful to Terry - further educating Daniel in things he should pay attention to and those that he doesn’t need to pay much kind to, in terms of the church and his role in his new marriage.

But - there is NO WAY in heaven or hell that Terry is going an entire week without access to his little omega- not since he’s gotten a taste - and especially not while on their honeymoon.

Only mildly NSFW but a bit lengthy.

Sniffling, Terry reassures his omega that he isn’t cross with him, and he smiles at the alpha, waiting for Terry to take his hand and lead him out thorough the crowded church.

Although the alpha swiftly places his hand on the omega’s back - he normally likes to be touching Daniel when they’re out in public - he’s looking to the confession booth.

“I think I should confess.”

“Really?!” Daniel exclaims excitedly, eyes lighting up. He has his suspicions that his husband is only humouring him when he accompanies him to church events and services. This though, is good news. He wants to spend a lifetime with Terry - and beyond.

Terry leads his mate to a deserted pew, telling him to stay there.

Daniel sits, ready to wait however long it takes - he’s not expecting this to be a short confession. His husband never attends confession so he must have a lot on chest, especially if he’s choosing now of all times to suddenly partake.

But, to his surprise, his husband isn’t in there very long.

Daniel stands, his Alpha’s hand on the small of his back turning them, as if to leave when he hears the priest call out.

“My child.” The man steps out of the confessional booth. “May I speak to you a moment.”

“Father, of course .. I mean …” he glances to his alpha, horrified he made the assumption that was okay as Terry seems to be ready to leave.

“Of course,” he smiles down. “I’ll just be right here - come right back to me when he’s done.”

Daniel approaches, slightly hesitant. He hopes the priest hasn’t decided the penance given isn’t enough. A week without his alpha is going to be a strain on both of them.

To his surprise though, it’s the exact opposite.

“I believe my penance from earlier may have been too harsh. Given the situation you are in.”

“Situation?” He questions. He had left out the part where he missed mass because he was too busy spreading his legs for his alpha - begging for his seed - desperate for that seed to take - for his husband to bless new life into him.

“I had a communication from …” he glances to Terry “….. the Holy Spirit.”

Daniel cliches his Rosary, eyes wide.

“I was not aware you are recently married and this is your honeymoon, or that, as such, you and your alpha are trying for a blessing.”

“The holy spirit told you that?”

The father nods.

“You are trying for a blessing, correct?”

“Oh yes - of course father - to honour our union as god intended,” he agrees, parroting what Terry and Father O’Brien have been telling him, before he pauses, thinking.

If God knows this that means he’s watching when …..

“What does he says about …… what we do?” He clutches his rosary beads even tighter - feeling their impression in his skin.

“All he cares is that you are performing your marital duties as you have promised.”

Relief washes over him. That’s exactly what Terry told him too - when Daniel expressed some reservations about whether what he was allowing Terry to do was considered proper omega behaviour in the marital bed. Like when his husband had put his cock into Daniel’s mouth for the first time. Although technically, they hadn’t actually been in the marital bed for that ….

It was the morning following their wedding night and consummation of their sacred union. Daniel had been eager for his husband to fill him again in a similar manner but he winced slightly when Terry slide his finger in, his recently used omega hole sore from the deflowering the night before and the subsequent many couplings later and throughout that night. Terry hadn’t taken him, rather explained that he would give Daniel a couple days reprieve from performing those particular duties as it was normal for an omega to be a bit uncomfortable after a marriage consummation - it being not only his first time but, well, his, husband was quite well endowed. Daniel knew it would be easier to take his husband the more he became used to Terry’s cock inside him, and that the pleasure in the act would increase, which, worried Daniel as he already liked it plenty enough already. But, when Terry showed him the other ways he could please him well, he liked those too.

“Well, it was your alpha who is responsible for you missing mass,” the priest continues in his explanation.

Daniel bites his lip - he does not want to blame his alpha …. He was the one, after all, who made his husband so hard and desperate that he needed release - release that could only be obtained by putting himself inside Daniel.

“It is alright my child,” he assures. “Next to god - your alpha is the most important voice for you to listen to. If he had other plans for you this morning well, that was all you could do. You must always listen and obey him - like a good omega.”

“I do father. I obey him and …. Allow him his liberties whenever and however he deems fit.”

He nods at Daniel before glancing to Terry again.

“So my former penance is no longer needed,” The priest explains.

“Father?” Question evident in his tone while he thinks, Can you do that.

“It is not your pace to question my child as my power comes from the almighty

“Of course father, I mean no disrespect.”

“I know my child - The most important thing is for you to settle into your new role and that you yield to your alpha - your union is holy - it was sealed under god and it now needs to bless the almighty with a child

“Yes father - I am doing my best - I receive my husband whenever he comes seeking his …. Husbandly rights,” he says.

“That’s good, my child - that is your most important task ahead for you now - to become heavy with your alpha’s child.”

“So… what is my penance then father?”

“Say the Hail Mary ten times asking the Holy Spirit to put a blessing inside you after each one and you will be absolved.”

He gives his thanks eager to get back to his alpha and tell him the good news.

“What else did he say?” Terry questions.

“He said my most important task was to become with child.”

“That it is, my love.”

“Do you think …. I will be blessed soon?!” His husband has been doing his part - diligently giving Daniel his seed every day - usually multiple times a day - but he is desperate to feel life inside him - life put their by his husband and mate.

Terry rests a hand on his stomach - he knows his little omegas already is, but he’s waiting for him to figure it out. “Of course we will, and it will be one of many, sweetheart.” Terry has big plans for his little mate and their family. He may not be a practising Catholic anymore, but his cock sure is - with the amount of children it’s going to put inside his womb.

“Let’s go see some sights,” Terry says - and Daniel starts listing out the places he wishes his alpha to take him to, Terry having bought him a book in the airport of the best places to visit while in Italy.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩 #cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #I need a puritan verse

[thebattlelost]

With the world these days being such

a mess caused by wars and religion and

politics on the news on every channel

on our television sets and Covid19 and

all the human born viruses causing

humans instead of becoming closer

to each other to stand six feet back

from one another instead we have

mistrust, fear, anxiety and so much

stress along with our relatively short

history on this earth coming back

from our ignorant past to always

bite us in the ass that for some reason

we cannot just learn from any of those

mistakes like racism anti-semitism

addiction to anything come on people

can’t we just get along and move forward

with our lives according to humanity

get a better picture for our future not

hit rewind and live it over and over yes

it’s a different time not the same people

but it is the same actions may be

called something different but it’s not

so we instead live in a sort of time loop

of horror destruction and more so I

guess we find it hard to be thankful

of anything at all in our lives so instead of

always being focused on all the darkness

and negativity let step into the light

and be thankful for the good in our

lives for instance I am thankful most

the time that I am still alive and getting

better every day I am thankful for

the family I still have left that I talk

to still anyway

I am thankful that my Mom and Dad

are still here and married for fifty

eight years

I am thankful to have a job and a car

and a roof over my head

I am

thankful that all my boys are doing well

I am thankful that God has given me

the words to write what I feel

I am thankful for all the people that

are in my life either still or in the past

I am thankful for being born an

American that knows we will rise again

I am thankful for all the people that

read what I write

I am thankful for a lot more things people

and places but lets just say

I am thankful

for everything

I am thankful for and last but not least

I am thankful for being me and even

though I may not like myself all

the time I will always love myself

because God loves me too and He

loves all of you too, well most of you

anyways Have a Happy Thanksgiving

if you can and please remember all the cats dogs with nowhere

to go and

all the homeless with no homes and

the poor who did not ask to be born

and to all the Men and Woman serving

our country protecting you and me who

cannot make it home for the holidays

and the addicts who are lost in

there addiction trying to find away

out of the nightmare they are living

and one last thing let the hate go

away so that love has a chance

and just Smile everywhere you go

its contagious so spread the love.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet’s Journey

#poets #poetry #knittle #poem #heart #soul #love #addiction

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

what smiley face would they use the most if they had a phone (changing this to emoji in general)

hobby or interest they are most embarrassed about (PLEASE tell what brings shame to the Durge Boy)

what mundane human job would they have in modern society to pay the bills and do they like it

their top 3 songs on repeat name a toxic trait of theirs that is really just a beige flag at best

THANK YOU BABE EHEHEHHEEH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I’m going to answer for both of these smelly bitches bc I can dghj

1. what smiley face would they use the most if they had a phone

Yder’s a definite tie between 🖕 and 😐. Yder is constantly expressing annoyance, whether fondly or genuinely.

Scorpio oh man. I feel like he’s by and large a FaceTime or voice note sort of dude, and his emoji game is fuckin whack and inscrutable fghhd. He’s giving me HUGE 🔫, 🔪, 👊 vibes though, with a dash of 🙇, 🤡, and 🥰. Also maybe a few of these 🐂 bc I feel like he’s got an obsession with the strange ox and he just NEEDS ppl to know he’s thinking about it again.

6. hobby or interest they are most embarrassed about

HUEHUEHUE YESSSS. Oh god this hit me like a ton of bricks, and it’s making me cringe in sympathy embarrassment, but I feel like my poor Durge baby Scorpio has a REALLY pretty voice. Like REALLY pretty, nice and gravelly and deep. Anyway where I’m going with this is smth smth he narrates erotica and/or creates porn ASMR audios. Slaps them on Patreon, makes a mint even though he’s just doing it for fun, but if ANYONE caught him recording whimpering audios, he’d send himself straight to hell. I owe him a formal apology dfhh. He sounds like Ghost Call Of Duty |’:

Real time life update I almost got shit on by a fuckin bird

YDER. So I had to think about this a minute - NOT bc she doesn’t have shame, she has that in spades, but omfg she’s so like Go And Do that she wouldn’t have time for a hobby, let alone an embarrassing one. Oh god no I figured it out. She’s low key kind of a furry/scalie and she’s got sonas for each that she doodles a lot. One’s a water monitor and one’s a mongoose 😭😭 YDER I’M SO SORRY. I’ll give her one redeeming quality, her art Twitter is fucking insane. SECONDARY EMBARRASSMENT: this is the actual one bc it popped in my head but I think the furry thing is funny enough to leave, but she has a huge assortment of romance themed pinboards that she likes to edit and curate and if ANYONE saw them, she’d ruin their life.

15. what mundane human job would they have in modern society to pay the bills and do they like it

Yder’s is boring and immoral, but she’s a computer hardware engineer for fantasy!L*ckheed M*rtin while she’s pursuing her master’s. ): She likes it bc she’s good at it and it pays a lot, but not on its own merits.

Scorpio — my brain IMMEDIATELY said barista and dog walker?? *ETA: also is a bouncer at a shitty dive bar known for violent patrons. I mean he’s probably super married to Gale and living in luxury in Waterdeep like a trophy wife, so he’s just doing both of those to have something to do and some pocket change, even though Gale 8000% gave Scorpio a black card tied to his accounts that he can use freely. Plus he’s got the Patreon audio porn racket going on, he’s just doing shit for a laff at this point lol.

19. their top 3 songs on repeat

THIS ONE IS SO GOOD. All Spotify links!

Yder: Hot Knife - Fiona Apple (gives her Astarion feels, Abs she’ll annoy him by tugging his ear and going, “If I’m butter, if I’m butter, then he’s a hot knife.”) Беспонтовый пирожок - Grazhdanskaya Oborona (THIS SLAPS THANK YOU FOR THE REC WARDS!!). Ederlezi - Barcelona Gipsy Klezmer Orchestra (this version is so fuckin good it got me to change her name).

Scorpio: Dirty Harry - Gorillaz. Anywhere I Lay My Head - Tom Waits (ANY Tom Waits song lbr, but this one is special and probably the song he associates most with Gale). Coal - Dylan Gossett (he’s my loves-country boy, and this song makes him feel seen).

27. name a toxic trait of theirs that is really just a beige flag at best

THIS one really had me thinking bc they’re both literally decimated with toxic traits, but bending them into beige flags is a trick dghj.

Yder: oh god so her selfishness and manipulative tendencies are omnipresent and bulletproof, but 💀💀 safe really DOES use it to improve the lives of the ppl she cares about. She’s an insular, horrid woman who rarely cares if she has to kill to get her way, but she’ll put that to use to beg, borrow, steal her friends’ ways into better lives. It’s a nice bonus if it sets her up nice, too.

Scorpio: He is EXTREMELY fucking clingy and possessive—whether it’s Gale, his friends, or just someone he considers ‘Mine Mine Mine,’ like the Finding Nemo gulls. But uhhh woof his loyalty is SERIOUSLY unmatched. And you’ll never be lonely if you have his number and want to hang out!

Bonus: they’re both in insanely codependent relationships 🤪🤪 but it makes their partners feel loved, wanted, and secure! That’s kind of like getting an A in relationships, right?

#holler holler get $ #oc: scorpio #oc: yder #THANK YOU WARDS DFHJJF THESE WERE SO GOOD