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Cool for the Summer 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: After finishing your degree, you return home only to find things aren’t as you left them.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: baby girls, he we go.

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You rinse out the bowl you used for your oatmeal. It’s only as the back door opens that you notice the roar of the mower’s stopped. You put the porcelain in the dishwasher and shut it as you hear footsteps down the hall. It’s almost ten o’clock. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Bucky greets your back as he enters. “I just put fresh water in the hot tub. Might go for a soak myself, try to loosen up these muscles.” 

You face him, “hot tub?” 

“Oh, yeah. Guess that’s new too.” He chuckles. “Another one of my projects.” 

“Right,” you nod. A sudden buzz makes your jump. 

You look around and scurry across the kitchen to grab your phone. It’s a message from your mom. But why would she text you? Can’t she just come downstairs? 

‘Is Bucky still there?’  

You stare at the message and frown. Huh? 

“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asks. Your eyes flick up. 

“Um, yeah, erm, it’s my mom...” you shake your head. 

“Right, how’s work going for her?” He plants a hand on the counter and leans. 

“Work? It’s her day off,” you blink. 

“Ah, yeah, she said she didn’t want to wake you up when she left. She got called in. Emergency.” He explains. 

You clutch the phone as you stare at him dumbly. Why didn’t he mention that earlier? Well, it’s not on him, you could have checked. But if she’s gone, why is he still here? 

“Don’t spoil the surprise,” he says, “about the lawn.” 

“I won’t,” you look down and text her back. 

“So how about it? You up for a soak?” He asks again. 

“Um, I’ll think about it. Just gonna chat with my mom,” you waggle your phone at him and meander to the door. 

‘Great. You two can get to know each other.’  

Her answer is disappointing. You thought she’d be surprised, maybe confused. It’s all perfectly normal to them. You’re still adjusting. If she’d told you before you got there, it wouldn’t feel so strange. 

At the same time, you don’t want to let her down. You can’t just ignore her message. You have to try but you feel like you haven’t even had time to settle in. And he’s not the only thing that’s different. Your room doesn’t even feel like yours. 

You stand at the bottom of the stairs. You key in a final reply. ‘Ok’. That’s it. A tepid agreement. 

“Hey,” Bucky surprises you again. “Invitation stands,” he wipes his forehead, his bicep bulging as he does, the muscles of his chest straining. “I’m just going to get in my trunks.” 

“Uh, I... I’ll think about it,” you make yourself take a step up and climb steadily, refusing to look back. 

You stare at the phone. You don’t want to be rude. You’re sure there’s a reasonable explanation for why your mother didn’t mention him. You might do the same in her shoes. After so long being single, she was probably just letting it pan out. 

Still, she could have said something when you were on the train. 

Whatever. It’s not your place to complain. You’re still living under her roof, rent-free, after years of tuition on her dime and a lifetime of dependency. You can pretend like this is all okay. 

You go into your room and shut the door behind you. You wouldn’t have a swim suit in the dresser, you didn’t bother to pack it for college. Wherever your other clothes are, it should be there. You just don’t know where that is. 

A tank top and shorts should do the trick. You prefer that to an actual swimsuit. It won’t feel so revealing.  

You take out a hot pink spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of black shorts. You switch out your clothes, catching your foot in the shorts and tripping slightly. You stand up, shirtless, leaning on the vanity as you get your balance.  

You glimpse your reflection and shy away. You tie the string of the shorts and reach for the tank top. You pull it over your head and check yourself in the mirror. It will do. You hope. 

As you come out of the room, another door opens. You peer down the hall as Bucky emerges from your mother’s room. You gulp and flick your eyes away from him. He wears a pair of light blue shorts, so short you might mistake them for briefs. His thick thighs and torso flex with his movement as he approaches, a towel over his shoulder. 

“You changed your mind?” He asks as he comes closer. 

“Erm, well, I... I’ll give it a try. I’ve never really been in a hot tub, so...” You poke your fingertips together nervously. You don’t want to tell him your mother told you to be social. 

“Great, kinda feel like a loser sitting in there by myself. It’s really too bad your mom had to go in.” He sighs. 

Yeah, it is. You wonder why he didn’t mention it sooner. Or why he’s hanging around. You guess you don’t really know how things work around here anymore. 

“Don’t forget a towel,” he winks as he pats the one on his shoulder. “I’ll go get the cover off and you can come hop on in.” 

He brushes by you, his knuckle glancing off you as he does. You shuffle down to the linen closet and take out a towel. You don’t follow him right away. 

Your stomach is a flurry of nerves. It’s just the oatmeal. It always sits like a lump. You didn’t think about that, you were just hungry. 

You go downstairs and drag your feet to the back door. You come out onto the deck and peer around. The tub sits in the deck, installed where the table used to be. It steams as Bucky steps into it. He sighs and groans, muscles clenching up his back and sides. He must work out a lot. 

You look down at yourself. Self-consciousness creeps over you. It’s been a while since you thought so much about it. You tried not to focus much on your body; as long as you liked what you’re wearing, you don’t worry about what’s underneath. You don’t have the most extravagant taste but you have a few cute pieces. 

He lowers himself into the water and lets out another drone. He shifts around to face you but doesn’t seem to notice you as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. He takes a deep breath so his chest puffs out. 

You set your towel next to his on the small table near the edge. You near and stand at the lip of the tub. Can you just sneak away? 

“Hey,” his voice rolls over the bubbling water, “it’s not bad. Come on. It feels great. It’ll loosen you right up.” 

You nod and bite your lip. You get down on your butt before you ease yourself down onto the seat of the tub. The water steams and spits just beneath your shoulders. It is nice though it does raise a thick sheen across your forehead. 

“Mmm, trust me, when you’re mine age, you’ll need one of these,” he smirks. “So,” he stretches his arms around the frame of the tub, “what’s the plan, doll?’ 

“The plan?” You flap your lashes. 

“For the summer? Beach days with the girls? You wanna invite some friends over? You can have the tub to yourself,” he offers. 

“Mm, no, I... I’m looking for work. Uh, probably send out more applications.” You shrug. 

“Looking for a job? Ah, right, no more school, huh? Exciting. You got the whole world in front of you.” 

“Mhm, yeah,” you reach to rub your neck. 

“I’m sure you’ll still have time to hang out with your friends,” he insists. 

“Uh, I don’t... I don’t really have any,” you utter. You look away and stare at the fence. 

“No? Well, all my buddies are too busy for me. I know how you feel.” He says, “you know, we could be friends.” 

“Um, yeah, maybe,” you look at him again as you chew your lip. His eyes snap up from your chest. You look down and try not to show your horror. Your nipples are entirely visible as the pink fabric clings to you. You cross your arms. “You’ll be busy with my mom.” 

“Not all the time,” he says “You know, ever since she got this promotion, she’s been too busy for me.” 

“Ah, erm, I'm sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” He asks. 

You shake your head, “I don’t know...” 

“Mm, I know why,” he tilts his head. 

You stare at him in confusion. 

“You know a guy like me shouldn’t be kept waiting around. You’re a sweetheart, aren’t you? You can’t help but feel bad knowing I’m left all on my own. Lonely.” He traces a finger along the edge of the tub as he speaks. 

“I... guess. I don’t... know? I just...” You look away again. You can hardly stand the heat of the water as it boils your blood. 

He snickers and you wince as he shifts around the tub, sliding into the seat next to you. He slips his arm behind you as he does. You shrink down and stare at the deck railing. What is he doing? 

“This is nice, isn’t it? Getting to know each other?” His fingers tickle your shoulder as he crowds you. “You know, seems like we have a lot in common, doesn’t it?” 

“Um, erm,” you squirm in the seat. “I think... maybe... I should...” 

“Relax, it won’t do you any good if you don’t relax,” he girds. “I’m just saying, baby girl, seems like we’re both pretty lonely.” 

He leans back into the hot tub and lets his head fall back. You bend your arm, rubbing your other, and fidget. You want to just go but you’re scared to move. You don’t think you’re really afraid of him, he probably won’t stop you, but you’re just all locked up. 

You sit there, staring through the slats at the green lawn. The water babbles and your ears pulse. He continues to caress your shoulder. 

“Mm, baby girl, come on, just let yourself...” he taps your arm, “lean back, huh?” 

You obey. You lean back into the tub and slide down in the seat, trying to mimic him. Your head hits his arm as you recline. It is nice as the jets shoot up your back. 

“Wait, wait, you gotta get in the right...” he grabs your thigh and drags you towards him. “..place. Make sure you hit all the pressure points.” 

As he moves you, you spasm and cry out in surprise. A jet blows right against your shorts, a stream of water that sends tingles through you. You try to move back but he holds you in place. He squeezes your thigh and kneads. 

“Ah, yeah, baby girl, right there? Doesn’t it feel good?” 

You squeak as the water hits your clit through your thin shorts. You put your hand on his and wiggle. That only makes it more intense. Does he know what’s happening? 

“Please...” you gasp. 

“What did I say? Relax,” he continues to rub his fingertips into your thigh. “You’re all tense, baby girl. Let it go.” 

Your eyes round and you contort, trying to take the pressure off your clit. It doesn’t help. You puff out and grab onto his arm without thinking. He needs to let go. You can feel a throbbing inside of you. It hurts. Please, stop. 

The sensation crests and coils through you. Your muscles clench then release all at once. You squeal in shock and shame as your body twitches. You think you just... orgasmed? 

“Baby girl, what is it?” Bucky leans into you. 

“I...” you heave. “I-- nothing.” 

“Mmm, nothing?” His hand crawls up your leg and over your stomach. He twists and bends his arm, cradling your head and turning you to face him. You shiver as he cups your chest through the wet fabric and runs his thumb over the hard bud beneath. “Cause I think you just came in this nice clean water.” He leans in closer until you feel his breath against your lips, “baby girl, I thought you were going to be good for me?” 

[creepling]

disguised lessons - stepbro! j. slaughter / 1k

well um... i just wrote that on a whim. idk what came over me. i am truly rotted in the brain. so enjoy, i guess?

tags: smut - MDNI. fem!reader. stepbro!johnny. reader loses virginity. ment of pantie sniffing and masturbating. johnny is a manipulative lil shit. praise. oral (m receiving). cowgirl. stomach bulge. possessive. degrading by the end. unprotective sex. hints at an age gap.

Johnny knew the consequences that came with Nancy marrying another man. He’ll disappear like the rest of him, without a trace. But this time, the package came with a cute little step-sister. Naive as they come, you try not to take too much space in the household. When Daddy wasn’t home, Nancy scorned you and made it known you weren’t part of the family. Johnny, however, seemed to enjoy your company. He wanted it a little too much for a step-brother.

Having an older brother after years of being a sheltered-only child was exciting. And his behaviour did not stick out as abnormal but conflicted with your consciousness. Johnny liked touching you. Touch you wherever he wanted. Grazing the small of your back, tuck your hair behind your ear. He teased your blushing. He discovered that you were easy to carry and made it routine to pick you up. To feel your thighs around his waist, your timid hands grip his shoulders for support. He’d chuckle at your whines to put you down.

When he started to get adventurous, he’d test the limits when Nancy and your dad weren’t around—becoming the man of the house when they left for work—snooping in your room when you’re downstairs making lunch, smelling your clothes and beating off to your scent. Going around the house shirtless in the Texan heat, clocking your desperate urge not to feed your eyes on him, making your conflicts worse by lingering in your bedroom, leaning over your bed, the stretch of his abdomen clouding your mind. It was only a matter of time before Johnny would the fuck the slut out of his step-sister.

It all started when you both had the house to yourself for the night. You lay across your bed reading a book. You wondered if he would make his daily trip inside, your stomach tender and topsy. He didn’t bother knocking, causing you to shift as the door creaks open. Johnny walks in. Just wanted to check up on ya. You couldn’t help but smile. He took his regular spot on your bed, spreading along the bottom, holding himself up with his strong arm. Muscles flexing. Your face grows hot.

I’ve been meanin’ to ask ya something, Johnny ponders, his hands fidgeting with the bed throw. Are you a virgin?

You were shocked, slapping your hand on his shoulder. Why would you ask me that?

I’ll take that as a yes, Johnny smirked. All you could do was look dumbfounded. 

That’s a shame. Guys your age don’t want a virgin girl. They want them nasty. Trust me, I’d know. I was that age once. Johnny shrugged, trying to hide his smirk at your disappointment.

That can’t be true. Daddy says guys want respectable girls to marry.

Well, your Daddy don’t know everything. Johnny said, his eyes lingering over your body. But I could teach you a few things since I'm your step-brother. Your breath hitches as he moves closer to you, cupping your chin. I could teach you how to fuck properly. How to suck off a guy. How to ride him. It could come in real’ handy when you find that special someone. 

Bewitched by his stare, you follow his gaze as you kneel on the bed, watching as Johnny stands up and unbuckles his jeans. It ain’t as scary once you try it, Johnny soothes, patting your head.

Your lips were timid around his tip, moaning surprisingly as he bucks his hips, his cock stuffing your tiny mouth. It’s good to keep eye contact, Johnny grunts, guiding your head for your doe-like stare to fixate on his lustrous gaze. Yeah, that’s it, good girl. Once your mouth salivated, Johnny eased his length inside, holding your head in place. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears streaming. You choke as his tip licks the back of your throat. Yet, you didn’t want to protest, feeling your cunt pulsing at the deep groans escaping Johnny’s mouth. You like my cock, don’t ya lil sis? You might not want another cock after mine.

He taught you all the techniques. How to swirl your tongue around his shaft, open your throat to take him all in, and massage his balls. Giving the puppy-dog eyes that drive him mad. He could feel himself growing close to a climax, so he pulled out of your swollen mouth and picked you up in his arms. How’s about time I show you how to fuck good, ay girl?

You cradled his lap, his hands exploring your body, lurching his lips around your nipples. He holds you in place as you whimper, squirming as he attacks your sensitivity. Positioning his cock under your dripping cunt, Johnny guides your hips to sink on his length. His eyes glazed as he watched the shock on your face.

Johnny, it hurts- You protest, but his hands are keeping you firmly in place. Your legs shake, whining at the pain of his cock filling you.

It’s okay, darlin’. You’ll get used to it, Johnny says, caressing your cheek. There, it’ll soon go away. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.

You soon get used to his length, the pain washing away. It began to feel like a pleasurable ache, the knot in your stomach gradually coming undone. You look down at Johnny’s immersive hands on your waist, guiding your hips to grind down into him. Your back arches, and you sigh a moan, easing yourself into it.

That’s it, you’re doing good. Keeping doing that, Johnny reassures. He leans back and lets you take full reign, gazing at the perky breasts pressed together, your hands on his chest. You move in places to feel comfortable, running your walls up and down his cock, moaning as his length pumps into you. He felt so good, and you felt ashamed to enjoy it. Your step-brother’s cock fits inside you so perfectly, and he looks at you in a way you desire to be looked at.

Johnny was in bliss, his fingers pressing against your stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock inside you. It drove him crazy, seeing his innocent little step-sister riding his cock. You’re a natural, He breathed out. Keep riding me like that, and I’ll make it a habit.

And he did make it a habit. Every single day. Giving you daily step-brother lessons on how to fuck good. How someone should fuck you, pleasure you into oblivion. Encouraging you to lean into your lustrous instinct and become available to him. It became more than just pleasing your future man and more about how to pleasure him.

No other guy’s cock will be better than your big brother’s, Johnny would grunt into your ear, bending you over the bed and drilling into you. He fucked you anywhere he pleased, in the bed, in the shower, on the couch. Johnny couldn’t contain himself around you. He liked it when you were home alone, so you could be as loud as you wanted. The more you gave yourself to him, the more he gave into his rough instincts. His praise turned degrading, and his thrusts fucked you into becoming a slut for his cock. Look at you, desperate for stepbro's cock, Johnny teased you. You give him into him every time. That’s what good step-sisters are for, right? Who knew you were such a little whore? God, ain’t I glad I came into your room. I would’ve missed out on this nice little pussy.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Hidden embers

Chapter 3

Chapter summary: Joel needs help with his yard, you need help with figuring your feelings out

A/N: Im so excited you guys have been liking this!! last chapter was a good one, but this is my favorite so far. I also started a tag list so if y’all want to be part of that comment down here <3 Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: No outbreak AU, Age gap, DBF!Joel, Mean!Joel if you squint, some accidental physical contact lol, sexual tension but no smut

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“You can’t spend your whole summer doing nothing. You should really find something productive to do while you’re back home.”

Four years of college, every summer break, and most holidays spent working to cover tuition and other expenses—a lifetime of never catching a break until now—and that’s what your mother tells you after just two weeks of "doing nothing"?

You knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time before she decided to insert herself into your life and dictate your every move. It’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. “I’ve been helping out around the house,” you say, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, “that’s not what I meant. You can’t be locked up in here all day. People will think you’re wasting your life away. I’ve been asking around at the town’s pageant commission, and they would be absolutely delighted to have you around to help us organize this year’s Teen Country Queen Pageant.”

There it was. Nothing your mother did was ever for anyone’s interests other than herself. If she had no interest in parading you around her pageant organizer friends, you were absolutely sure she couldn’t care less what you did with your days.

Right on cue, just before you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, your dad walks in. “What’s the long face for?”

“Oh, Hank, great! You can back me up here. I was telling her she needs to find something to do with her days. All this lazing around can’t be good for her. My friends at the—”

“Actually, I was thinking the exact same thing,” your dad says, surprising both of you.

“Really?” you ask incredulously. For all his flaws, your dad has never been one to meddle in your affairs.

“Yeah, Joel has been complaining about his front and back yard looking like shit since Cindy left.”

“Hank! Language!” your mom’s voice rises to that ear-shattering pitch she uses when she’s trying to be stern.

“Sorry, looking terrible since Cindy left,” your dad corrects himself, laughing it off. Sometimes he forgets he can only be that relaxed when he’s alone with you; your mom is a whole different ballgame.

“Um… Cindy?” you ask, drawing a blank on the name.

“The ex-wife. That’s not the point, kiddo. The point is he’s been whining about it for the longest time but is always too lazy to figure out gardening by himself. Then I remembered you were in the gardening club back in high school. It’d be nice of you to offer him some help. Poor man doesn't know how to keep a cactus alive.”

“Dad, that was ages ago. I don’t know if I remember much of it anyway. I only joined for my college applications,” you retort.

“It’s just a few plants and flowers here and there. How hard can it be? He even said he bought everything he should need for it but never got ‘round to actually doing it, so it’s all laid out for ya.”

Your choices were clear: spend however long it took to finish Joel’s yard while pretending you don’t have a massive crush on your dad’s best friend, or run around town with your mom organizing a beauty pageant. The decision wasn’t hard at all.

“I’ll go over and check it out.”

The walk to Joel’s house should’ve been short—barely a five-minute stroll up the road—but a nasty crack in the pavement had other plans. You were so lost in your thoughts today that you missed it entirely, stepping right into the trap.

Alright, maybe it wasn’t just today. You’ve been in your head ever since you first saw Joel standing at the bottom of your stairs. The way his hands had gripped your arms, steadying you, had left an imprint that you couldn’t seem to shake. And now, here you were, back in that same position, your mind consumed by this man who seemed to be as bad for your sanity as he was for your attention span.

So what should’ve been a walk up the road turned into a drawn-out pause as you sat on the sidewalk, waiting for the sharp pain in your twisted ankle to dull.

About ten minutes later, you finally make it to Joel’s lawn. You brace yourself to climb his porch stairs, pretending your ankle wasn’t bothering you, when you notice his garage door open. You hadn’t seen him from your previous angle, but as you got closer, the view of Joel's back muscles came into frame. And what a view that was. He was leaning over his truck, completely absorbed on whatever needed fixing under that hood.

For a moment, you just stand there, staring at the way his shirt clings to the sweat glistening on his skin. It takes a few seconds to remember that it isn’t socially acceptable to ogle someone from their front lawn, so you clear your throat and take a few more steps toward him.

“Hey” he greeted you, looking up from his work.

“Hey, yourself” you say back, playing it as cool as you could. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, but Joel's face glisten with sweat, as do his arms and you don’t not even want to think about what’s going on under that t-shirt.

“Come to pay me a visit?” he asked with a smirk

“My dad didn’t tell you? I’m your gardener for the day… or however long it takes to make your front lawn and back yard all pretty.”

Joel’s response is a breathy laugh, followed by him dropping his head between his forearms resting on the truck.“My gardener, huh?” he finally brings his eyes back up to meet yours. “Your daddy don’t know how to mind his own business, do he, sweetheart?”

Let’s unpack that. This man didn’t just throw in a new pet name you’d be replaying in your mind at any random moment of the day, but he also said it in that tone he seems to reserve only for you—or so you hoped, at least.

And that other word coming from his lips… you were aware people in the south used it more casually, without the connotation it had in your mind, but the way it sounded coming from him…

Oh, it made you think of a million ways Joel Miller could say the word Daddy in plenty of different contexts.

You quickly drop your gaze, hoping to hide the intense blush creeping up your cheeks. “I uh… I’m afraid not.”

The sound of his boots on the garage floor pulls you back to reality as he steps closer. “You don’t gotta do this, y’know?” His tone shifts, becoming more serious. “It’s no big deal, I’ll get to this mess eventually.”

You look up at him once again, more desperate than you’d like to admit. “Joel, I’ve been cooped up in my house with my mother and her pageant friends for weeks now. Please, give me an excuse to be anywhere else.”

A chuckle. You could live for those, make it your entire profession to earn them. You really need to calm the fuck down and get a grip if you are to spend the entire day around this man.

“Alright, then. If it’ll make you happy, I’m not gonna say no” says before turning back into the garage. He returns with a small crate filled with gardening tools and a few potted plants, setting them down on the grass. “Got most of what you’ll need here. Not much, but it’s a start.” His gaze drops to your ankle. “You doin’ alright? You’re limping.”

You wave off his concern, not wanting to admit just how much your ankle is actually bothering you. “It’s nothing, just a little misstep on my way here . I’m fine, really.” You flash him a smile you hope is convincing enough.

Joel studies you for a moment longer, then nods. “Alright, but if it gets to be too much, you let me know, okay? Last thing I need is you hurtin’ yourself on my account.”

“Deal,” you lie. There’s no way in hell you’re backing out of this now.

He gestures toward the mess of overgrown grass, weeds, and flower beds that haven’t seen attention in who knows how long. “I guess that’s the worst of it. Clearing out the weeds should leave enough space for these plants. Don’t overthink it, I trust your instincts.”

You take your first good look at the pots he brought from the back of the garage. “Oh, daisies! They’re my favorite.” You glance up at him, sweetness lacing your tone.

He pauses, something unreadable passing over his face. “ ‘Course they are.” He says, the corners of his mouth tugging up a bit. “Well, let me know if you need anything else. I'll be working over there.”

With Joel back under the hood, you set to work on the lawn. Despite the dull throb in your ankle, you find a steady rhythm in the repetitive motions—pulling out stubborn roots, digging small holes for the flowers, and patting down the soil around them. It’s oddly satisfying, watching the neglected garden start to come to life under your hands. You’ve always had a knack for taking rugged things and making them pretty.

Every so often, you glance over at Joel, who’s completely engrossed in whatever he’s tinkering with under the hood. The way his muscles flex as he works, the concentration etched on his face and how it makes him look a lot more serious than he ever is when talking to you—it’s hard to not get distracted.

There’s something about him, something that pulls you in despite your better judgment, despite every self-preservation instinct in you. Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel grounded, even when your mind is spinning out of control. It’s such a foreign concept for you, you’ve always been the one who has to defuse tensions, be the bigger person, manage the chaos. It’s never like that with Joel.

You’re careful to keep your ankle steady, not wanting to give Joel any more reason to worry. But as the hours pass and the sun climbs higher, you can feel the strain starting to build. Ever the overachiever, you push through it, there isn’t much left to get done in the front lawn anyway.

By the time you’ve planted the last of the daisies, you’re more than a little proud of yourself. There are still a few bare spots here and there and a handful of marigold pots waiting to be planted, but the lawn is starting to look less like a jungle and more like somewhere you’d actually want to spend time in. You wipe your brow, satisfied.

Joel must’ve noticed you slowing down because he calls out from where he’s working, “How’re you holding up? You thirsty?”

You hadn’t realized how parched you were until he mentioned it. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.”

Joel gives you a quick once-over, his eyes lingering on your ankle for a moment longer than you’d like. But he doesn’t say anything as he leads the way into the house, holding the door open for you.

The cool air inside is a welcome relief from the midday sun, and you sigh as you step into the kitchen. Joel pulls a couple of glasses from the cupboard and fills them with ice water, handing one to you. You take a sip, feeling the cold liquid soothe your dry throat.

You lean against the counter, trying to take some weight off your bad ankle. But as soon as you shift your weight, a sharp pain shoots up your leg, and you can’t hold back the small whine that escapes your lips.

Joel’s eyes snap to yours, his brow furrowing with concern. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Joel. I’m fine,” you insist, even though you know you’re not fooling him. “It’s just—”

“ ‘S that why you’re whining every time you put weight on it?”

“It’s just a bit sore. Don’t—”

Before you can finish, Joel’s on you in a flash, closing the distance between you. He’s careful but firm as he lifts you effortlessly, setting you down on the kitchen counter. “Let me see.”

“Joel, really, it’s not a big deal,” you start to protest, but the look he gives you silences any argument you might have had.

“Humor me,” he says, his voice low and steady. There’s a note of authority there that makes your heart race. There’s no disobeying him when he uses that tone.

You sigh dramatically, letting him gently take your injured ankle in his hands. His touch is warm, and the way his fingers graze your skin sends shivers down your spine. He inspects your ankle with a seriousness that makes your heart flutter, his brows knitted in concentration.

“This is more than a ‘little misstep,’” he looks back up, his eyes stern and serious. He slowly drops your leg, turning back to reach into the freezer and pull out a pack of frozen peas. He presses it against your ankle, holding it there with one hand while his other hand lingers on your calf.

It doesn’t take long for his thumb to start brushing up and down in a way that feels more comforting than it should. He starts adding a little pressure to his touch, the lingering touch from before turning into a massage up and down your calf.

Your breath catches as you look down at him, the way he’s so focused on taking care of you. The tenderness in his touch is at odds with the roughness of his hands, and the combination is making it hard to think straight. It’s even harder to keep the little sounds his touch arises in you contained, some of them escaping out of your parted lips despite your best efforts.

“Joel,” you start, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.

He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. His hand is still on your leg, his face overtaken by a dark expression you hadn’t seen on him until now.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The air between you feels charged, like something unspoken is hovering just out of reach. You can feel it in the way his grip on your leg tightens ever so slightly, in the way his breathing seems to sync with yours.

And then, as if realizing where his hand is, Joel slowly pulls back. “I should get you back home, let you rest that ankle.”

You frown slightly, the way he spoke such a stark contrast to the tenderness of his touch still lingering on your leg. “I’m alright. I’m gonna have to be kneeling down for most of what’s left anyways, so I won’t be putting any weight on it.”

“No, it’s best if you just go. I’ll sort the lawn out later.”

The words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You’re left staring at him, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Normally, your pride would keep you from asking, but something about Joel makes it impossible to let this go. “Did I… do something wrong?”

Joel pauses, his eyes softening for a split second before his expression hardens again. “No, you're fine. Thank you for your help, but I’m taking you home.”

He doesn’t leave room for discussion as he brushes past you, heading into the living room to grab his truck keys. Your chest tightens, the shame of the moment crashing down on you all at once.

Except… you didn’t do anything wrong. You weren’t the one who was running her hands up and down his body, or pulling him close and throwing him on the counter like it was nothing. He did all that. He made you feel like something more was happening, and now he’s treating you like some desperate girl who threw herself at him, needing to be ushered out of his house as quickly as possible.

The ache in your heart is quickly overshadowed by a fiery rage, building more and more with each passing second. You turn sharply in the kitchen, your mind made up as you march toward the open door leading to the garage.

“Don’t bother,” you snap, your voice cutting through the silence as you head for the exit.

“What?” Joel turns around just in time to see you storming out.

You don’t even answer him, your steps quickening even as pain shoots up your leg with every movement.

“The hell are you doin’? You can’t walk home with that busted ankle,” he calls after you, his tone much harsher than it was just moments ago.

You laugh bitterly, not bothering to look back. This man clearly doesn’t know you and your stubborn ass well enough yet. “Oh, I’ll fucking live.”

Without another word, you push through the pain, taking it one torturous step at a time. Each step feels like defiance, a middle finger to your own pride and to Joel’s sudden coldness. But it’s better this way—better to feel the sharp sting in your ankle than the dull ache in your heart. The whole way home, you curse yourself for being so goddamn stubborn, even as the fiery rage keeps you moving forward.

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[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 0.6k

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A/n: I am so sorry for the delayed update, it’s been a busy couple of days. I also apologize for this chapters shortness, the next one will be longer, I promise! It’s getting to the better parts now haha. I’m also a mother of twin boys, so updating may very this week, until they go to their dads on the weekend; I’ll do my best to upload as much chapters as I can tonight, so you’re not left starving for more 😜😜

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Chapter 7

“Ghost Face?” Dewey mumbles to himself, “You know, it’s funny that you say that…” Dewey chuckles, not meaning any harm by it, he just finds it odd. 

“What is it?” Tantum suddenly blurts, standing right next to you, and you nod your head, wanting Dewey to continue his explanation. 

“Sidney got a call around the same time you did…” He strokes his mustache in a thinking manner, trying to piece his words together. 

‘So, there’s two of them?’ You thought.

“She did?” You asked, “So, there must be two of them then, but why is it ‘funny’ I should say that?” You reiterated Dewey’s words, paraphrasing them.

“You got a heart in a box, whereas she is in the back of an ambulance right now as we speak because ‘Ghost Face’ tried to kill her…” He shakes his head, a small huff escaping his lips. “We had a sketch artist do her thing; asking questions about the appearance, y’know, the usual stuff and she drew this…” He holds up the mask, “To the T.” He lets out a chortle, “It’s ironic. She almost got killed, but you, you have an admirer… It’s twisted, that’s why it’s funny to me.” He closes his eyes for a second before blinking them open. 

You were rendered speechless, not sure how to feel about the entirety of the situation.

“Is Sidney okay?” Tatum catechized, placing a hand over her chest, her breathing picking up speed as she felt her blood pressure rising, she was on the brink of a panic attack. 

You look at her, gripping her shoulder. “I’m sure she’s fine, right Dewey?” You glance up at the deputy in front of you.

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine. She’s stable, just a few cuts here and there, she's just freaked out is all.” He reassures his sister.

“Oh, thank God.” Tatum gasps, hunching over as she places her hands on her knees, trying to elevate her panicked breaths. 

“Um, speaking of freaked out, (Y/n), please don’t be alarmed..” He murmurs, rubbing the back of his head, debating whether he should tell you or not, but in the end, he opens his mouth… 

You narrowed your eyes, your pupils dilating from a mixture of concern and aggravation, “What is it?” 

“Billy… He, he-uh, was caught at the crime scene at Sidney’s and is being held in custody.” His face reddens as he averts his gaze elsewhere. 

Dewey knew how close you and Billy are, but to tell you that your best friend has been arrested for the time being scared him. He didn’t know how you’d react, but from what he knows already, your emotions can be ‘explosive’ when it comes to people you care about. 

“He’s what?!” You screeched, fuming, storming out of the house, grabbing your bag that was by the front door and slung it over your shoulder.

“Take me to him.” You demanded, looking up at Sheriff Burke, who was midst in a conversation with another Officer.

“Hold on, take you to who?” He asked, stepping away from his coworker, his eyebrows cocked at your tone.

“To Billy.” You bit your bottom lip, placing your hand on your hip. 

“I can’t do that, he’s in questioning.” Sheriff Burke shakes head, not wanting to do this right now.

“You have to take me in for questioning, too. Do you not?” You looked at him, feet glued to the ground.

“Yes, I do--”

“Good, so let’s go.” You smiled, tapping your foot, shoving past Burke. 

The Sheriff sighed, ascending his arm, directing you to his vehicle. “Off we go then…” 

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[ebaylee422]

Landside

Billy X GF!Reader

Authors Note: We want a scared Dad Billy? Yeah we’re gonna get one.

AU Summary - This is if Billy didn’t ‘actually' die during Season 3. He’s been with the group for a year, even aiding them against Vecna Season 4. Everyone who fell victim to Vecna was trapped in the Upside Down, including but not limited to Barb, Billy (ofc), Bob, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, etc You get the idea. They all still bear the weight of what happened to all of them. It’s like they were raised from the dead if you will. This fic takes place maybe five years later? So 1990-91 ish

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Unplanned pregnancy, family trauma, name-calling between friends. Fixing everything and any death post season 4, lots of Steddie and Ronance, Talk of body issues, pregnancy fears, fear of not being good enough, Physical violence in the form of threats or thrown objects.

Word Count: 7.8k

I come up from doing a few laps in the pool, stepping up the stairs. Billy walked towards me with a towel in hand.

“Looking good out there Ms. Y/L/N.” I smirk, taking the towel from his hands, dabbing at the water on my face and hairline.

“Thank you,”

“Perfect form, and that suit is marvelous.” he winks.

“Well your form is marvelous,” I say making him blush, “I mean, you are a great teacher, teaching lessons to the kids-”

“You know, I could uh. I could teach you if you like?”

“Oh?”

“Yes, well, I know all the styles.” he looked me up and down, opening a piece of gum. Setting his free hand to follow the strap of the bikini dangerously close to cupping my breast. “Free style, um Butterfly, and Breast stroke.” I watch him breach his soft lips slipping the gum into his mouth, accidentally dropping the towel in my hands.

“Oops.” I bend over, picking up the towel slowly. So he can see the arch of my back and the space between my bathing suit and breasts. “I didn’t know you offered adult lessons.”

“Well you know, I offer advanced lessons to a select clientele. Come to think of it, there's a good pool out at uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know, very private. Should we say tonight, 8 o’clock.”

“Wouldn’t this be the 4th time this week Mr. Hargrove? I don’t think there’s anything left to teach me.” I brush my hands on his chest toying with the whistle around his neck.

“Oh you see that’s where you're wrong I think there are plenty of things left to do. I just don’t think I’ve pushed you hard enough.” leaning into the tease, brushing up my arm leaving goosebumps even in the damp heat of summer.

“Well I need to-”

“It will be the workout of your life.” he cut me off,

“I will need your help deciding what to wear, you have such impeccable taste.” I ran my hand down my side over the hem of the swim bottoms, knowing it drove him crazy looking at the light trail of hair disappearing into my swim bottoms along my pelvis.

“A tease you are,” he pulls my waist to him, kissing me deeply for everyone at the pool to see how taken we are with each other. My fingertips dip into his waistband, distracting him while my tongue dips into his mouth, snatching the gum and pulling back quickly. "Oh a thief too, I see your game." I blow a bubble, smacking the gum and twisting out of his arms to hold his hands.

“Gotta hit the showers, California, perhaps a rain check? I’ll find you before I leave!” winking and popping the gum one last time, skipping to cool off from the hot sun in the women's locker room. 

Grabbing a fresh towel and some soap from my locker I pull the curtain taut. Letting the water run over my suit, unsticking it with all the chlorine and sunscreen. Hanging it on the hook, tying my hair up and washing my body. Just when there’s suds' coating my eyes I hear someone pull the curtain open,

“This one’s taken!” I hide my body against the wall, trying to wash out the soap when the curtain closes again. Getting frustrated I vigorously put water in my eyes, hearing wet steps. A hand covers my mouth so I can’t scream, turning me around quickly to the haughty chuckle. Billy stands smiling wildly, “What do you think you're doing!” I smack at his chest, he shushes my protest, kissing down my throat creating a bee-line to my chest. Instinctively I hook my arms around his neck, looking down to see he’s also completely naked. “You're supposed to be working, go away.” I hum as he kisses the tops of my breasts.

“But your breasts are so amazing and all soapy. God, have they gotten bigger? My girls, all pretty and sensitive.” he whines on my neck, “and I know you didn’t just buy a suit I wanted, tease me with it. Not wanting me to fuck you, oh not my doll! What have you done with her?!” I laugh as he shakes me, hands on the middle of my spine.

“Okay well then it worked better than I thought, I guess actions speak louder-” he was hammering the spot on my neck that gives my stomach butterflies, “Billy-” I whine.

“Yes? Anything for you.” he looked up, with those gorgeous blue eyes pupils of black onyx swallowing the ocean with lust.

“B, I don’t feel too good...” I pout,

“Well then, let me make you feel so much better, huh? Let Billy take care of you. I'll make you feel better, and damn you smell so good, Indiana.” He doesn’t push my limits by forcing himself on me, just showering me with love in his way of physical contact.

"Billy-..."

"What hurts baby?"

"My back, and I'm nauseous." I hold onto him, playing with his St. Christopher’s necklace under the cool water.

"Well I could blow your back out for ya and buy you dinner afterwards. A nice corn dog and push pop from concessions?"

"You're not helping. You corn dog."

"Correction, it's horn dog." He blows a raspberry along my neck, correcting me.

“Billy! Someone will hear us!” I laugh, running my hand through his wet locks.

“Nope paid that one kid five bucks to scare anyone off, think his name is Ben. Maybe Benson?”

“There’s a teenager outside the woman’s shower room scaring people away so you can fuck me?”

“No, I locked the door and put one of the shower chairs under the handle!”

“Hmm, might take me a little more convincing.” I tease, pushing his shoulders down for him to kneel in front of me. He winks holding onto the backs of my thighs.

“God damn, doll.” He nuzzles his nose along the seam of my cunt, lifting one of my legs to hook over his shoulder. “So fucking wet f’ me, huh?”

“Yes...” I moan when he licks a trail from my entrance to my clit sucking the button into his mouth to roll it over his tongue. He looks up at me as two of his fingers split my folds curling them inside me.

“Shit Billy, ‘M close.” I pant holding the back of his head as he licks my cunt like his favorite ice cream flavor. He pulls off suddenly standing, retreating his fingers from my cunt to circle my clit.

“Want to feel you cum on my cock, doll. Get me there.” He commands, thrusting his swollen and leaky cock against my thigh. I grasp him, rolling in matching circles with my thumb along the tip.

My head thumps the tile wall and we giggle at the noise.

“You okay?” He holds me cheek in his free hand then threading his fingers into my soaked hair.

“Yeah, want you.” I whisper, kissing his lips with bruising passion. He takes himself from my hand lining up with my entrance. Holding my other leg against his hip now so I’m spread open for him. He puts my hand between our bodies above my clit,

“Rub your clit for me, not gonna last long in your pretty pussy.” I whimper at the thought, he kisses me deeply as he pushes inside. My walls have to re-stretch around his girth every time. My free hand accidentally scratches along his back as he pounds into me. He pants into my mouth as he picks up speed, I squeeze around him cumming with a soft cry of his name. That sends him over the edge. I can feel the first wave of his hot load as he pushes himself deeper inside. 

Billy drops my leg, rubbing at my hip and holding me upright as we come down from our high. He kisses along my collarbone as he reaches for my body wash. We spend a few minutes in peaceful post orgasm, treasuring each other’s bodies before he speaks.

“Feel better, doll?” Billy whispers like an unspoken confession.

“A little, thank you honey.” I turn off the water after we clean ourselves off, he dries off by shaking out his hair like a dog. Pelting me with water droplets in the process.

“What?” He acts innocent as I dry my arms and legs, “I’m going back to the pool anyway.” He hands me a towel allowing me to dress moderately dry. Giving up his water after his guided workout, I take one sip before being hauled over his shoulder.

“Billy!” I yell as he grabs my bag from the hook, moving the chair from the door.

“What? I promised my girl some dinner!” He smacks my ass when he walks down the hall to concessions.

“Billy put me down, I’m too heavy!” I groan, getting nauseous from the pressure on my abdomen. He sets me down on the counter cutting the line completely, getting one of his close friends Heather’s attention in the process. 

“Horseshit, you’re fucking light if anything and beautiful no matter what. You could turn green and I’d still do ya.” Heather and I audibly cringe at him.

“Regular for both of you?” she asks leaning over the counter

“Yeah, three corn dogs and a large coke with-”

“With mustard I know!” She goes to the single fryer, dropping them in.

“Have you tipped her today?” I ask him, pinching his waist.

“Ow, hey we both work here. I might as well give her some of my paycheck with the amount of food we trade.”

“Trade?” I raise my eyebrow in disbelief “Billy it is your responsibility as the straight white man to empower the women in your life. Be better.”

“Yeah ass-wipe, be a good civil servant and pay me.” Heather leans over handing me a paper cup of Coke with a straw.

“Stuff it dyke.” I gasp smacking him in the chest, “Ow!”

“Bite me lunkhead.” She fires back at him, they flip each other off like children.

“You two are terrible to each other.” I groan, sliding off the counter when she sets the bag down next to us.

“Hey Y/N, are you coming to the tailgate tonight with everyone?” She asks, tearing a twister with her teeth.

“Um, I don’t know yet. We’ll call you tonight if we can’t make it. Right Bills?” I look at him looking for a way out of it.

“No babe we gotta. We’re hosting the after party at our place with everyone. So I can keep an eye on Max.”

“Don’t go all psycho big brother on her, she’s in high school Billy.” They start to argue about what they were exposed to at young ages and with Max’s condition Billy argues she could be taken advantage of. I feel dizzy as they argue, leaning onto Billy’s shoulder for support.

“You can’t say shit because you are an only child, huh?” Billy pulls me closer by my waist, trying to have me side with him. “Doll, you okay?”

“Huh? Just got really sleepy, I think I should nap and pick up the apartment before we have a bunch of our friends and family over.” I kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah of course, you want me to walk you to the car?” Billy asks worriedly, pressing a kiss to my temple and hugging me tightly goodbye.

“No it’s okay, have a good shift guys. I’ll see you tonight!” I wave leaving the food and cola with Billy. I drive home quickly and pass out on the couch immediately blaming it on the Hawkins heatwave.

I woke up a couple hours later to dishes clanking together and whispered song lyrics. Stretching my aching muscles, I stand seeing a blanket thrown over my lap. Smiling, I walk into our kitchenette to see Billy with his Walkman on full blast, before he can see me. My stomach gurgles and I race to the bathroom, throwing up an empty stomach of Water and Cola. I sit on the floor for a moment dizzy, dry heaving a few times. Noticing I’d knocked over a box of tampons that were unopened. My heart drops as I try to piece together when I’d had my last period.

“Shit...” I scramble off the bathroom floor going into the bedroom with my purse with my planner and address book. By the book it could’ve been anywhere from 7 to 9 weeks ago. It’s not like Billy and I’s sex life isn’t consistent, and birth control wasn’t something I could feel good about. We agreed to use condoms and suffer any consequences if that happened. Last time this happened was in Highschool, Billy took me to the clinic and they gave me something called Danazol or something like that. Everything turned out okay then, but we were older now this really had consequences now if I was truly pregnant.

“Y/N? Where are you at doll?” Billy yells down the hallway, dragging his feet and hitting his hip on the hall table like always. I look at myself in my vanity mirror and quickly wipe my eyes clean. Running into the closet before he steps inside the room. 

“Picking out my outfit for tonight!” I answer back, clearing my throat.

“Oh yeah?” Billy comes around the corner, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Does that mean my girl is gonna give me a little show?” He chuckles.

“Unless you wanna be late to the tailgate? Not again, hot stuff.” I turn out of his arms, looking in our shared dresser for pants.

“Ooo you should wear those black Levi’s your butt looks good in.” He thinks, always having the more trendy style out of the two of us.

“Okay what shirt? I don't want to get too hot.” I add taking the high waisted Levi’s out, with a tired huff.

“I’d say none because you’re already smoking-” Billy teases

“Billy please, you are the one who got me into this mess. Please help me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for finding you the best thing in my life so violently attractive.” He pleads and pouts “Forgive me, and definitely that solid red crop you wear to the bars.”

“I wear that to show off my boobs and get us free drinks.”

“Exactly, you look great in it.” I scoff, grabbing the clothes and some fresh under clothes.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked him from the bathroom, happy he didn’t look too closely at my facial expressions. Billy has a way with prying things out of people, part of the endless Casanova charm.

“Hell yeah got and eight pack and Munson and that other tall dude are bringing the dobie. We are all set.” He goes on about the plans tonight as I get ready in the bathroom. Looking under the sink after I change my clothes I look for a spare test. Always having some cheap ones lying around for myself or friends. Hitting a particular box with my hand I take it out and go to pee. Setting it on the counter while adding a hint of makeup and volume to my hair.

“Almost ready, Bills.” I call out, waiting longer than three minutes. I close my eyes and flip over the test on the counter. Taking a deep steadying breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. My neck sweats as I slowly open my eyes, looking down. I gasp, loud enough it worries Billy.

“Babe?”

“Sorry accidentally stabbed my eye with the mascara wand!” I say the first thing that comes to mind, cringing as I hold my hand over my mouth.

“Okay we let's get going Indiana, we can’t keep my fans waiting.” He laughs, starting to open the bathroom door. I scramble throwing the test into the medicine cabinet and shutting the mirror.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Billy dips in for a kiss,

“You look beautiful.”

“I look like a sl-”

“No, do you like it?” He asks honestly, I nod my head. He’s matched with cut offs and a Def Leppard muscle tee. “Then you're perfect. Grab your purse doll. I’ll go start the car.”

I smile sighing in relief, wrapping the test in toilet paper and burying it in the trash. Locking the door behind us, Billy already has his new muscle car running. A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z in his signature blue color. The drive to the large run down lot where Star Court had burned down. Gives you shivers thinking about when I lost him for nearly a whole year. He has a hand on my thigh as he pulls up next to Steve’s burgundy BMW. Robin and Nancy immediately separate us, taking me away to get each of us a drink.

“Girls, Jesus hang on a second!” I laugh barely able to get my seat belt off before I’m dragged to Argyle’s Van. 

“Hey there pretty ladies Johnny boy has the drinkies in the front seats.” He says as him and Jonathan’s head hang off the side of the out back doors. They are already toasted.

“Got any Coke?” I ask

“Which kind?” I hear a scruffy voice behind me, turning to see Eddie. I hug him tightly,

“Eddie!” I shriek, swallowing down tears in my eyes as Steve stands awkwardly next to him. I pull him into my next hug “Stevie! When did you morons get home?”

“Couple hours ago, Eddie just sold a few songs to a up and coming band in Texas?”

“Yeah, Pantera? Plus another to Warrant again, they should release their new album sometime this fall.” Eddie confirms a little smug,

“Wow good for you, babes.” I smack Eddie’s bare shoulder, feeling someone’s hands wrap around my waist and sniff my hair obnoxiously. “Billy...” I squirm feeling cold beverages in his hands.

“Hello gentlemen, see you’ve reunited with my lover.” His breath reeks of cheap beer already making my stomach turn upside-down.

“Sure have, wanna bum me a smoke like old times?” Eddie shakes Billy’s hand, Steve and Billy share a nod, still not fully healing their relationship quite yet.

“Go hang out with the guys, the girls and I are gonna mingle with some distant friends.” I encourage him, he gives me the ice cold coke he got for me before heading off with them.

“Okay Y/N,” Robin slurs a little, holding onto Nancy’s hand “now I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on breasts more a connoisseur.”

“Because you like judging people” Nancy laughs,

“Shush, baby. We’re all friends here but babes what are you doing differently? You look so hot, right now!” Robin holds her hands out like she’s trying to convince Nancy and I.

“Just a-” I freeze watching Nancy’s eyes narrow, like she does when she is trying to solve a puzzle. Damn Nancy Drew acting Wheeler.

“Just... What?” Robin asks a little loud, we both shush her.

“I’m late.”

“Late?” Robin looks at her girlfriend quizzically,

“How late?” Nancy’s eyes nearly burst out of her skull, Robin nods along with her eyes squinted.

“The positive kind.” You try to hint to both of them, Robin now bobbing along to the music as she drinks from her solo cup.

“Shit, does Billy know?”

“I took the test before we left, I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he want kids?”

“Yes, no? Shit maybe? We’re just in a really good place right now so I’m nervous.” I shrug, and Nancy hugs me. Robin turns around randomly and then runs towards Steve as he goes to get another beer.

“Everything will be okay, we’re here for you.” She takes my arm and we walk around mingling and chasing Robin away from the trunks with beer pong set up on them after she talks to Steve. 

He walks back over to the guys, Billy is catching up with Heather when Steve whispers something into Eddie’s ear.

“Yeah right, I’m gonna school your ass when we get to my place.” Billy yells at Heather as she walks towards you and the other girls. 

Steve clears his throat, Eddie looks at him oddly. Steve nods towards Billy, Eddie’s brows furrow as he sighs.

“Hey, Billy you're okay with Y/N dressing like that?” Eddie lowly wolf whistles, at the sight of her. Steve knocks on his head with his beer bottle.

“Um hello? I’m right here.” Steve rolls his eyes, Eddie knocks his shoulder, spilling his beer a little on his shirt. Billy laughs when Steve glares back, taking a long drag of his smoke and blowing it in the opposite direction of his friends.

“I picked out her outfit, I know how to fight. Y/N can wear whatever she wants.” Billy says, simply through his exhale.

“Okay man but... Stevie over here did win in ‘84. Just saying.” Eddie says critically, through his teeth, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Hey fuck off Scarface.” Billy scoffs as Steve interjects, wrapping an arm around his very not sober boyfriend's waist.

“Look Hargrove, Eds is just saying Y/N/N has filled out a bit this summer and is getting a little unwarranted attention.” Steve points the neck of his beer bottle to the ex-basketball team, all a bunch of high school rejects still living in their parents basement as they get fatter and older.

“Oh come on, they’re too scared of me to mess with my girl. I came back from the dead remember?” Billy wiggles his spare fingers while oooing and ahhing like a ghost. Eddie laughs at that, knocking their beers together while Steve’s headaches at the idiocracy.

The sun sets and a majority of the adults who have to work in the morning leave. While a majority of the high schoolers stay together drinking the now warm beer, most of our group also sticking close together about starting college or jobs in the fall. Billy and I reunited shortly after to head over to the apartment first, Lucas and Max sat in the back seat of the car as I drove, being the only sober one.

“I totally could’ve driven, I only had a few beers.”

“And smoked a joint with the guys.” I add turning down the music,

“What can't I bond with my little sister's boyfriend?”

“I had one puff, I doubt I’ll even feel anything.”

“One puff was enough, you already drank tonight Lucas.” Max says kindly, 

“Pfft you girls worry too much, right Sinclair?” Billy holds out his fist for Lucas to bump it. He laughs a little too hard when Billy tries to yank him forward.

“Don’t gang up on the only two women that enjoy your company.” Max scoffs at her brother.

“Whatever, you're up for some ball tomorrow Sinclair?”

“He can’t-” She’s cut off my Lucas explaining their plans

“Sorry Billy, it’s Max and I’s anniversary. We’re staying in Indianapolis for the night.”

“Aw how cute, please take pictures.” You fawn over them, you know exactly what Lucas has been through. That pain of losing your first love, knowing at a young age it was your last. Taking this second chance for all it’s worth every moment no matter how insignificant it is to others, is precious.  

“Better wear protection Sinclair, or I’ll have to kick your ass for knocking up my sister.”

“Billy!” Max punches him hard in the shoulder.

“What Billy means is we want you to be smart about your choices, but we can’t tell you what to do anymore-” 

“Just want what’s best for you, you’re good kids. We don’t need more children running around right now, we’re all still kids.” Billy cuts you off, 

“Um, Y/N are you on birth control?” Lucas asks politely, We’d agreed when Lucas and Max got serious their junior year they could ask me and Billy anything. I didn’t want them to feel odd for their feelings or idiots for the things that aren’t taught.

“I didn't enjoy it, I use a diaphragm sometimes which is like a cup that prevents the sperm from going up into the cervix. Yet we mainly use condoms because the latter makes us both uncomfortable.” I put simply, shrugging. I look in the back mirror. Lucas is leaning his head on Max’s shoulder as she plays with his shirt cuff.

“It feels like your jamming your penis into plastic Tupperware surrounded by warm-”

“EW! Ew stop Billy.” Max covers her ears and starts singing to the radio. I turn it up for her, we pull up to our assigned parking. Others start filling up the parking lot shortly after making a b-line straight to Billy and I’s apartment. 

“No, we had to pull off to the side of the road because we were lost, and exhausted!” Billy exasperates, 

“If Billy didn’t finally just pull over, I probably would've strangled him over the armrest.” I add to the story of Billy’s and I’s recent across-country road trip to California.

“So what happened after you figured out where you were?” Will asks

“Not exactly we-”

“We were in the backseat when a Sheriff drove by. We couldn’t even get our pants you all the way before he knocked on the window.” Billy laughs, Eddie and Argyle join him.

“I pulled down my dress while Billy collected himself enough to ask the man, old enough to be my grandfather for directions.” I rolled my eyes, leaning against Billy. He wrapped his arm around me as he finished the story.

“He handed me a handkerchief and slapped me on the back because her lipstick was smeared on my neck.” He pointed right under his jaw,

“Yeah I’m the slut and he was the stud.” I scoff,

“It’s okay baby. He probably keeled over jerking it to the image of you in that sundress when he got home that night.”

“Ew.” I cringe, “Want another babe?” I ask taking his empty beer can away.

“No, I'm good doll.”

“Hey did you hear Carol Perkins and Tommy H. are expecting?” Steve nods, sharing to Billy and I, I stiffen in Billy’s arms thankfully his too tipsy to notice.

“Yeah no shit, I never really gave a shit about them after graduation. They were the kind of people you know in school and then end it. Figures they are one of the firsts to get knocked up.” Billy continues to blabber about how he doesn’t think anyone should have kids until they’re married or at least financially stable among other things. In front of all our friends, who Buckley has told everyone closest to Billy and I. 

My stomach turns as I make eye contact with Steve. Him and Billy did work things out, my friendship with Steve and Steve’s serious partnership with Billy’s closet friend Eddie made a huge difference.  

“I’ll be back..” I walk down the hallway past my spare bedroom where Robin is passed out as Elle and Max read a Cosmo next to her. I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet trying to collect myself. There’s a knock and a call of my name. “Almost done.” I call out,

“It’s just me doll, are you okay?” Billy talks quietly, I open the door and he swoops me into his arms, “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m sorry.” I mumble in his shoulder

“Don’t apologize, I know you haven’t been feeling good lately. Maybe we should make an appointment or something?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He kisses me once, then twice.

“Do you want kids?”

“Is that why your acting strange, because of the pressure of having babies outta high school?”

“You didn’t answer my question...” I whisper looking at the ground trying to will tears out of my eyes

“No, I don’t think I do. My Dad was a shitty father to say the least, he thought having me would save his marriage but the abuse he gave to my mom only got worse afterwards. That’s too much responsibility.” He answers so assured and honest it breaks my heart. 

Maybe a dog, someday but fuck kids. We’d be great Aunt ‘n Uncle to Max’s kids and anyone else who decides to baby-make.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Why do you ask?” Billy asks nervous

“I heard about Carol at the grocery store and wasn’t sure how’d you react.”

“Oh Y/N I don’t give a crap about them. Not when I have you guys.”

“Hey, I think I’m going to say goodnight to everyone and lay down early.”

“Yeah? I can end the party if you need.”

“No, no. I can sleep through anything.”

“Okay doll, whatever you need.”

I go back out into the living room and slowly say goodnight to everyone, Steve, my best friend next to Billy, hugs me a little longer and a little tighter. 

“Good night, honey. We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, always Y/N.”

“Thanks guys, love you.” I blow Eddie and Steve a kiss, Eddie dramatically falls backwards and Steve catches it to place over his heart.

Everyone else bids me goodnight as well, I run into Nancy and she’s waking a very grumpy very sleepy Robin.

“You leaving?” I ask her, Robin is practically curled around Nancy’s small frame leaning on her for support.

“Yeah Robs doesn’t feel good obviously.” Nancy shakes her head, placing a kiss on her partner's cheek.

“I’m never drinking again...” Robin groans

“Get home safe girls, call the house when you get there?” I hug both of them,

“Mike is driving us home since he’s sober, we’ll be okay.” She assures me, small towns were definitely non-conforming but we’d heard of other violence acts committed on same-sex couples in the bigger cities. No one ever deserved that.

Call me, if you need anything. We’re here for you too.” Nancy adds, saying goodbye to everyone as her, Robin and Mike leave.

I go into my bedroom and close the door, putting on my pajamas and removing my makeup. My stomach turns but I go to sleep anyway, a couple hours later I feel the bed dip and a warm arm wrap around my waist. It disappears a few hours later as Billy gets ready for work. Like always, I slowly wake up before he leaves, giving him a goodbye kiss. When he’s out the door, I race to the bathroom and puke my guts out. It’s like that enough of the morning I call out of work. Laying sadly in bed most of the day, until just before Billy gets home around 6. I wash my face and take another test, once again it’s overwhelmingly showing positive. I took this one and the other I hid in the trash last night and put them in my pocket. I conjured a plan on how to tell him, Billy Hargrove. My Billy, he comes home as I’m finishing the only dinner that sounded and smelled appetizing.

“Hey Indiana! I’m home.”

“Hi California.” I call back from the kitchen, plating the chicken and pesto for two. Well three...

How was work?” He kisses me on the cheek, smelling of coconut sunscreen and chlorine.

“It was okay, I had lots of lessons today. The boss is having me take a course on training babies how to swim. Guess it’s in high demand, and extremely important. Almost 45% if not more babies from birth to age four.” He tells me wide eyed, helping me bring the plates to the table as I grab him and beer and the ginger ale I’d been nursing for a couple of hours.

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah but it means they’re moving me to nearly full-time since those lessons are more important than just the summer. I start working at the Hawkins Rec Center in a few weeks.” He says with a smile hidden by pesto

“Wait, you got a promotion?!”

“Yep, don’t have to go back to the shop this year. I can just teach lessons and couch at the high school.”

“Billy, that's amazing!” I reach out and take his hand,

“I can’t wait, but I’m a little nervous about teaching kiddos so young.”

“You're great with kids Billy.”

“I wasn’t-”

“You’ve changed, you and Max had a lot of unresolved issues. Things have gotten a lot better the past couple years. For christ’s sake she is here for dinner at least once a week if not more. Not even Susan can say she sees her daughter as much.”

“Thanks, how was your day?” He kisses the top of my hand all suave and romantic,

“Haven’t been feeling to good but I think I’ll get better in a couple months...”

“You go to the doctor?”

“No, I took a test yesterday and today.” I swallow the bile rising in my stomach

“If you didn’t go to the doctors-” I cut Billy off, running to the bathroom and clutching the toilet bowl. He follows, then helps by holding my hair and rubbing my back. “We should go to the ER, you didn’t even drink yesterday.”

“It’s okay-”

“No the hell it’s not Y/N! You’re throwing you guts up and you’ve-”

“Billy...” I hold out my hand for him to help me up, flushing the toilet before washing my hands. Tears fall down my cheeks,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell...”

“It’s not that.” I strain to find the two words, hiding my face in my hands.

“What’s going on?”

“Promise we can talk about this?” I turn to him dizzy, I take his hand in mine and go to sit down on our bed.

“We can talk about anything, Y/N.” He pushes my hair out of my face. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and turn over the pregnancy tests. Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks as Billy freezes his expression is unreadable. He swallows hard taking the tests.

“I’m pregnant.” I tell him wetly, wiping away tears so I can see him better. He stands, throwing the tests down the hall with a clatter. Hard enough I jump at the sudden action. Hands running through his hair, irritation now bursting through the seams.

“What?” He scoffs

“I’m pregnant, Billy.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” He paces the foot of the bed, working himself up “How long? How long did you keep this shit from me?”

“I-I found out last night.” I explained standing close to him.

“Yeah? Is that why you’ve been all weird and shit around me? You were hiding this?”

“Nooo, no Billy. Please.” I try and reach for him,

“Don’t ‘No, Billy’ me. Is this why you don’t want to go on birth control? Just trying to trap me?” His voice gets elevated as the questions continue, he pushes off my hand like he’s been scolded with hot water.

“No, I love you.” I cry, holding onto myself

“Do you? You know I don’t want kids, Y/N!” He gets in my face words booming through the house and my ears and I gasp. “What the fuck?” He storms out the room, hearing him knock into the table in the hall with a groan before there’s a crash and bang. I run out, he’s thrown it across the hallway creating a dent in the drywall and breaking the legs of anything that was on top flung or stepped on.

“Please don’t push me away!” I raise my voice, trying to walk over the mess in my bare feet.

“Did you even think, to consider how I felt?”

“I am trying to understand but you're yelling and throwing things around. Are you blaming me for this?”

“You’ve got some nerve, it takes two Y/N. You won’t make me do shit, now move.” I find him in the living room collecting his wallet and keys.

“Billy, please-” I beg him standing in front of the door, he moves me aside with a strong hand.

“No, I’m leaving. I can’t do this, this is the one thing.”  He spits at me, fire exploding behind his eyes. 

“If you leave, I’ll never forgive you!” I call to him, my voice raw and overwhelmed with emotion.

My mind begging and pleading for him to shut the door and engulf me in his arms. Tell me everything will be okay, that he loves me and we’ll get through this.

“It’s too much.” He fums, the door slams shut behind him, shaking a picture off the wall. 

I hobble over to it, defeated, it’s one from the California trip. Billy had given the camera he borrowed from Jonathan to an older surfer to take a photo of us at the beach in our wetsuits. My hair is tied back, smiling at the camera with a teeth filled grin. While Billy looks at me and smiles, eyes dopey with exhaustion but something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joy. The glass from the frame has shattered and scratched it, splitting the two of us by our hands. I hold it close as I dial the only people I can trust,

“Yello, Munsington household or Harrinuson if you like that better.” Eddie answers the phone, with his infectious bravoto.

“Hi Eds.” I sob out in relief.

“Y/N, honey. What’s-” His voice deepens immediately in concern,

“I-I told him, he left. He left me.” I weep into the receiver, trying to collect my thoughts.

“Okay, hey do me a favor unlock the door and turn on the TV? Distract yourself while Steve and I get there.” Eddie tells me calmly, ‘What’s going on?’ I hear Steve interrupts.

“Okay. I’ll try, I’m so sick Eddie.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Eddie asks, ‘Is that Y/N/N?’ Steve interrogates still faint on the line.

“No, I’m just puking.”

“Is there blood or anything strange about it?”

“No...” I cry louder

“Hey-hey,” Eddie gets my attention again, “that’s good. Remember what I said, Steve and I are getting in the car right after I hang up.”

“Okay Eds.”

“We’ll be there soon, Sweet Girl.” Steve takes the phone from Eddie who barks ‘Steve where are my keys?!’ 

Hang tight, I’ll be right there. Everything's gonna be fine.” Steve assures both of us.

“Yeah...”

“We’re on our way.” Steve hangs up the phone, staring at his metal head boyfriend with a single shoe on untied and the other in his hands as he tears up the entire living room looking for his keys.

“Eds?” Steve stands by the landline hands on his hips.

“Hold on Steve, I gotta find my keys!” Eddie holds out his shoe pointing it at his boyfriend as he moves to the kitchen table.

“Eddie.” He scolds in a boisterous manner enough to make Eddie look at him

“What?!” Eddie yells, looking at his boyfriend to find him jiggling Eddie’s car keys in his hand,

“Get in the van-.” He motions him to the door,

“Why’d you let me tear up the apartment?”

“It was kinda funny, give me a reason to make you help me clean it when we get home.” Steve throws the keys to Eddie going to the passenger side.

“I haven’t even put my shoes on.”

“I doubt your shoes will have any impact on us kicking Billy’s ass.”

I hear a single knock at the door before a flurry of dark curls and onyx eyes enters the apartment, behind him a tanned honey colored pompadour with equally syrup eyes enters. I suck in a breath, watching them look around. Steve goes to where I’m crouched in the living room, cleaning up the glass from the picture frame. He immediately engulfs me in his arms, not saying a word as I squeeze him a little too tight.

“Hey, shhh. I’m here, Sweet Girl. I got you.” He holds me tight, his caress of my hair like an affirmation he’s molding to my skin with each rub.

“Shit Steve where is she, he tore up the hallway-” Eddie walks with untied shoes to Steve practically hoisting me in his lap as I cry, he holds one of the positive tests.

Hey, Y/N...” Eddie accidentally steps in the pile of glass swept together, he finishes the job with a broom and dustpan. My breathing steadies a bit more with them here, I’m not alone.

“I'm sorry, I don’t have anyone else to call.” 

“Hey now, none of that. Don’t apologize, you’d do the same thing if Eddie knocked me up.” I chuckle at Steve pinching his bicep, feeling relieved by the minute.

“You’d make a great mom.” I breathe deep trying to make the joke back,

“So are you.” Steve kisses my temple, swaying us in the living room. His words sink deep as I hide my wet cheeks and snotty-nose into his shoulder. 

“Um, I don't know if you want your pee stick but I found it in the entryway.” Eddie sits criss-crossed in front of us, setting the test down like an offering in front of me. Taking a minute to finally tie his shoes, as if he hasn't tripped a billion times since leaving the apartment.

“Gross Eddie, it’s just called a pregnancy test.” Steve chortles straightening out his leg to kick the other in the thigh.

“Ow! You’ve hurt me deeply Stevie, I twas trying to lighten the mood. Also that pasta is the freaking bomb.” He swats Steve’s foot away when he nudges him again. Noticing a change in mood again, instead of sadness it’s anger.

“It made me sick, that’s how the conversation started...” I mumble against Steve,

“Wait am I going to get sick from eating some?” Eddie asks alarmed

“No stupid she’s having morning sickness, keep up.” He squints at his boyfriend as if to say ‘read the room’.

“Are you PMS-ing babe? You’ve been awfully mean-” The metal head pouts,

“Shush this is about Y/N.” The King with no crown points his finger angry,

“No, I love it when you two bicker like you’ve been married for 50 years.” 

“One day with this one is a whole year’s worth of irritation.” Steve sticks out his tongue playfully at Eddie shaking his head.

“I wonder what 5 minutes of pleasure with me is then.” Eddie blows a kiss and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Ew stop being in love in front of my unborn child.” the silence is a pregnant as you are.

“So Robin wasn’t just drunk blabbering last night?” Steve rubs his warm hand along my back,

“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’, the silence overwhelms all of us until Eddie gets uncomfortable enough to speak.

“You don’t have to right this second but, you wanna tell us what’s going on?” He fumblingly asks with a concerned smile. I relay all of what happened tonight along with a few more tidbits.

“Billy hasn’t ever explicitly told me he didn’t want kids. So I wasn't expecting him to be excited and have everything figured out but he just left me.”

“Jesus Christ, you talk to anyone else?” Eddie wipes a hand over his forehead, I shake my head. Steve has been tense since I started talking about what Billy said.

“He say where he went?” Steve asks with deathly calm, I shake my head twirling the test in my hands.

“I know where he is, and I’m gonna kill ‘im.” Eddie stands up, taking out his car keys.

“No Eddie!” I whine,

“Munson, where the hell are you going?” Steve stands beside me,

“To talk some sense into this asshole, I love you I’ll be back-” He kisses Steve before running out of the complex.

“Don’t get arrested!” Steve yells out, turning back around to me. “How about you get cleaned up? I’ll clean up out here and we can watch a movie together on the couch like old times.” He offers, holding my arms and massaging my biceps to encourage laughter.

“What about the drywall? And the kitchen-”

“Y/N/N. I’ll call Wayne in the morning, I’m sure he’s got the tools from patching up the trailer. And I’ll clean the kitchen so you don’t get sick again because of the food aversion.”

“You’re stubborn...” I pout, moving over the broken pieces of wall and furniture in the hallway. 

“Nah just enough to not take shit from you and Henderson.” He laughs, picking up the trashed things in the hall as I enter the bathroom. 

Turning on the shower to warm up a few seconds allows the room to fill with steam. The first thing I see in the mirror is me, hazy and weak. Too weak to handle side effects a a little blue pill, to weak to stick up for myself and yell back, too weak to fix things. The mirror fills with steam as quickly as I fill with dread. I start undressing only able to see my body from a upper preview. For weeks I thought I was bloated, stressed out from my job and not working out. The normal protective pudge of my stomach has a small softball size curve that doesn’t move like the rest of me. It’s hard to suck in, and more prominent when I full relax. I don’t feel scared for myself, but scared of what I can offer. Alone, I’m barely able to remember to drink water but always remember to do the dishes before bed to make breakfast easier to have.

Lamenting through my own thoughts, I shake them away. There’s doctors to talk about this kind of thing, that’s what they’re there for. Support groups for mothers who don’t know what to do. The kids have taught me a lot but none of them except Erica were even under ten when we’d first met. When it’s your own child, it’s a whole different ball game. There will still be a team surrounding me even as the opponents team boo’s and hollers. Now it’s a waiting game to see if my pitcher is with me. 

I like to think Billy is a good man, not by any means by himself. Repaired as many relationships as he could, hate who he was before. He thinks before acting but I’d seen that look before, anger is normally a response to a much deeper and complex feeling. Fear, frustration, sadness. He’s been taught his whole life that the answer is to push those other things away, make room for hate, bigotry and self preservation. While I grew up in a different way, in a different world. Built for me to fail, built for me to resent motherhood as the only outcome for my life. The only thing a woman is good at, but doesn’t receive the credit for only the blame and the hard work it takes. To be loved by the things you can create but not the person you are. Billy is just as scared as I am, but I will not be the one to fix this. I will not be alone.

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[southernbluebellereader]

Ghost and seeing your tattoos for the first time? 👀👀

UM OK, I see you, bestie! When I first saw this, I kept thinking of like a back tattoo - like a girl with the dragon tattoo moment. Love this idea! Thank you so much!

A/N: Reader assumed to be AFAB, minimal use of Y/N. I didn't get any more details other than this so I assume I have free range. But I hope you like this!

Warnings: Descriptions of nudity. Wandering eyes.

Request: Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x AFAB Reader w/ Tattoo

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Drake

Being stuck in decoy safe houses was always fun - especially when it was being stuck in a small one bedroom apartment with four other men. You were used to being the only woman in a team - but it was nice when there was another woman on the team. Either way, she was happy that in this case she was appreciated for her skill as a soldier, not as a soldier who was a woman.

Except for when there were wandering eyes.

Every so often during stakeouts, Y/N and Simon would play 21 questions - mainly to avoid Simon's cringey jokes. Simon sat a car down the street of the decoy safe house. Y/N was the unlucky member to be stuck in the rain, getting soaked.

"How many tattoos, you got LT?" Y/N's voice echoed through the comms.

"Just the arm."

"Just the arm?"

"You know the rules, L/N."

"Yeah yeah."

"You got any tattoos?" Simon wasn't even looking for the target anymore. He was watching Y/N.

"Yeah."

"Never seen 'em."

"How do I know you only have tattoos on your arm?"

"You calling me a liar, L/N?"

"I would never. You don't trust me, LT?" Y/N gave a shaky snicker, the rain and the cold was starting to get to her.

"Get back inside, L/N. We done for the day."

"Final-fucking-ly, LT." Y/N quickly headed back inside shedding her boots and various articles of clothing as she headed back inside and straight to the bathroom.

Too occupied with trying to figure out how to get warm water in the bathtub, the bathroom door was left slightly ajar. Simon walked back and forth throughout the apartment, updating Captain Price and and Kyle on their findings of their stakeout.

Almost walking past the bathroom, he catches a glimpse of something - red?

A towel wrapped around her lower body, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub, back facing the door. Simon felt guilty - dirty - for watching but-

A dragon?

His eyes focused on the base of the top of her hips, the back of her back covered in fine red lines, snaking together into a dragon. The dragon was curled around her torso. Y/N lifted her arms over her head, arching her back to stretch. God, such a sight.

Allowing himself to feel for a moment, in his chest and under his belt. His eyes wandered up her back, seeing the head of the dragon. It's green eyes contrasting its red body stared back at him - warning him - cautioning him.

He held his breath and took a step away from the bathroom, restraining himself - the tattoo engrained in his mind.

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[imbadatwrighting]

hi um

could i get this prompt “Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.” with dick grayson x GN! reader

got prompt from here

I tried to let my inner demons come out in this one 😈 when I finished I felt like it was only mild angst so idk how y’all will feel about this

Pairing: Dick Grayson x gn!reader

Tags: angst, depression, mentions of alcohol poisoning, alcoholism, no use on “Y/n”, alcoholic!reader, fights, drunk!reader, cut on foot, blood, reader being called ‘baby’, forgetful!reader, mentions of death, lowkey kinda crappy, kinda toxic behavior

wc: idk I’ll figure it out later

Prompt: “haha! you think i love you? that’s pathetic.”

Dick knew something was wrong. More wrong than the usual. You never shut him out before. Never.

Sure you had your downs like when you had a bad day at work. But you always made sure to communicate with Dick in order to prevent something you’d regret immediately.

So why weren’t you doing that now?

Instead you were in your room staring at the empty bottles across your floor. What were you doing? Your brain felt fuzzy and calm, yet it also wasn’t. The only thing you could properly understand is trying not to throw up.

You didn’t hear the front door slam shut nor the sounds of footsteps, but you could clearly hear the voice downstairs calling out your name. No matter how much you tried to block it out, you just couldn’t.

Sometimes you really regretted letting Dick get rid of your heroin.

You wanted to be left alone, but it didn’t seem like your boyfriend wanted the same thing.

Your bedroom door opened slowly. You looked up making direct eye contact with your boyfriend. You let out a groan.

“Baby? What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, crouched down to look you in the face. His voice was filled with a mix of concern and anger but it sounded so angelic. You wanted to listen to him talk on repeat. That made you feel sick. You tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

Wait…why did you feel sick? You couldn’t remember. That was the joy of alcohol, you had no fucking idea what was going on. You felt like you could actually forget about the deaths you witnessed. Except no matter what you couldn’t, your drunk self just had to deal with it instead.

“Go away,” you slurred out, trying to stand without falling on your ass.

“You look like you’re going to pass out so I’m not going away,” he hissed, standing up to his full height.

He reached out at your swaying form trying to keep you balanced. Dick forced himself to let out a deep breath. Being mad would just be bad for both of you.

“Come on, I think you should go to the hospital. I’m worried you might have alcohol poisoning,” he sighed trying to pull you out of the room.

You pushed him away, stumbling into a broken piece of glass lodged into the bottom of your foot. “I don’t have alcohol poisoning, Dick.”

“I’ve been to enough clubs to know when someone has alcohol poisoning. Besides look at your foot, that needs stitches.”

You glanced down at your foot noticing it’s bloody appearance. When did that happen? You had no clue.

“That’s nothing,” you said lifting your foot up. You looked at the glass shard in your foot before roughly pulling it out, watching the blood shoot out. It was…hypnotizing.

Dick grimaced but didn’t say anything about it. “Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped you,” he sighed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Your voice sounding more sober than previously.

"We have to talk about it! You’re shutting me out! It’ll only get worse, I just want to help," he groaned.

Your eyes drifted towards Dick. “You’re cheating on me. That’s my reason Dick!”

Was he? That’s why you’re mad at him, right?

Your boyfriend froze, his eyebrows furrowing. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you.”

“Don’t fucking lie to my face Dick, I’m not oblivious,” you scoff. “I hate liars and cheaters making you look very bad right now.”

Dick stared at your facial expressions. Your eyes were moving quickly, looking at whatever they could. Your mouth was barely open as you were huffing air like you ran out of oxygen.

You’ve been mad before at Dick, but not like this. You weren’t blushing with rage or were your eyes filled with tears waiting to leave. No. That never came and Dick wasn’t exactly sure that was a good thing.

Dick let out a deep sigh trying to remain calm. This was all just a misunderstanding, that’s all. Just a big misunderstanding.

“Listen to me, I’m not cheating on you, I’ve never cheated and never will,” he spoke trying to keep his voice down, but the thought of you believing that he would cheat made him want to burst.

You remained quiet for a moment, calming yourself down. “Why should I trust you?”

“You trusted me before, I see no reason why you can’t now,” he huffed. His anger was getting to him. All he wanted was to lay in bed with you and forget the problems of the world, yet here he was.

Your slurred laugh reverberated off the walls of your room. "When did I ever say I trusted you?"

Dick's hands balled up into fists. “Let’s just calm down, ok? I’ll clean your foot, we won’t go to the hospital, I swear.”

“No, Dick. Not till you tell me. When the fuck did I say I ever trusted you? Because honestly the way you eye fuck Starfire I don’t think I would’ve ever said that,” you growled. You saw the way he looked at Starfire, or was he looking at you?

"When you told me you loved—and always will love—me," he responded, ignoring the rest of what you said.

God, you seriously thought you were going to throw up.

A sloppy grin formed on your face. "Haha!" you slurred, "You think I love you? That's pathetic."

Dick's hands unclenched and his breath went ragged. His eyes remained on your figure watching the smile leave your face as you stared back at him.

Your face was calm, like you didn’t even think about regretting anything you said. But on the inside you were panicking, not that you would show it.

When did you ever say you needed Dick anyways?

God, if anyone else said that to him, Dick wouldn’t even consider staying with them, but you’ve always been different in Dick’s eyes.

“You’re drunk,” he muttered out.

“So?” you laughed, “I’m honest when I’m drunk.” No you weren’t. Yet you watched as Dick hesitantly walked out your bedroom door.

You walked after him grabbing him by the wrist. “Where the hell are you going? I should be walking away not you!” you screamed.

Dick twisted his arm out of your grip. "I thought you got your shit together," he hissed, walking through your front door and slamming it shut.

He knew he would be back, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t leave you.

But you just stared at the door before shrugging. What did you do?

You couldn’t remember.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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There MAY not be enough left... I am breaking this one into two chapters. We shall see!

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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“Like, I don’t know? A day?”

“Buck, wait,” Eddie begs. “Wait, please. Let me explain.”

He doesn’t. 

He opens the door and storms out, letting it swing shut behind him. And then he just starts walking. He walks out of the hotel, past the patio where they’ve eaten breakfast for several repeated days in a row now, and heads towards the rocky oceanside cliffs. There’s a staircase down to the water, and that’s where he’s headed. He needs somewhere loud enough to drown out his frustrated screaming. 

As he jogs down the stairs, he hears Eddie chasing after him.

“Wait! Buck, wait! You shouldn’t do this!”

Fuck that. He’ll do whatever the fuck he wants. None of it matters anyway, right?

His feet slap from wood to sand, knees wobbling a bit at the change in ground solidity. He ignores it and pushes forward. He is so angry. He feels like one of those cartoon characters steaming like a boiled kettle. He must be emitting vapors. 

“Buck!”

Every time he hears Eddie’s voice it just makes him angrier. He’s never actually been this mad at Eddie before. Or mad more generally, really. Not that they haven’t had rough patches in their friendship. They did. But Buck always felt more guilty and insecure than angry. Right now, though? Right now he is fully convicted. He’s pissed at Eddie. 

“Buck! Please!” 

Buck feels like an animal in a cage. He takes a few steps towards the water. A wave crashes against the rocky sand, rolling up over his feet and soaking the bottom of his pajama pants. He realizes he probably looks ridiculous. 

“Buck, please,” Eddie says again. “Please let me explain!”

Buck whirls on him. 

“Oh, now you want to talk about it?” He laughs bitterly. “Now? What possible explanation could you have, Eddie? I tried saying that things felt wrong and you acted like I was imagining things! That’s fucking gaslighting!”

“I know, I know. And I’m so sorry-”

“You’re sorry? Why the fuck would you do that to me? I thought I was losing my mind!”

“I TRIED!” Eddie finally bursts. “I tried telling you so many times and you never remembered! You never believed me! You thought I was crazy!”

“What?” Buck feels thoroughly confused now. “What do you mean?”

“I swear lying to you wasn’t my first plan!”

Buck shakes his head. “But… But this is like… Day four? Day five? I-I don’t understand.”

Eddie’s face crumples. He looks like he’s going to cry. 

“No, it’s not. Buck… I mean, maybe for you. You only started acting differently these past few go-arounds…”

“Go-arounds?” Buck exhales. Eddie has a word for this? 

“I… I don’t know how many there’s been,” Eddie admits. “I… It’s been so many.” 

Buck takes a step backwards, towards the ocean. 

“What’s going on?” He demands. 

Eddie takes a shaky breath. He squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Eddie.” 

If Eddie has been trapped in… Well today… If he’s been trapped here for who knows how long, then he must… Well, that would fuck with a person. Did the guy from Groundhog Day have a breakdown? 

Buck’s shoulders drop. His anger morphs to sadness. He walks a bit closer to Eddie. 

“What happened, Eddie?” He asks, softer. “Why is this happening to us?”

Eddie opens his eyes again. They’re full of tears and apprehension. Like he’s terrified to say it. 

“Come on,” Buck pleads. “I can help.”

“You can’t,” Eddie whispers. 

“Why? Eddie, Jesus. Why not?”

“Because we died!” Eddie blurts. “We died. We all died. We’re all dead.”

Buck is frozen for a second. 

“Wh-what?”

“We died, Buck. All of us.”

No? 

No, that can’t be. 

“Ch-Chris?” 

Eddie nods, eyes flickering to the ground.

No.

No, no, no.

Chris can’t die. Chris is never allowed to die. Not him.

Buck thought… Well, he thought it was just him. The car accident… Falling on the rocks by the ocean. That had just been him. 

“Uh, the car crash?” Buck asks.

Eddie shakes his head.

“Then, um… Then what?”

“I don’t really know?” Eddie says. “It’s at the restaurant. We all die at the restaurant. I don’t know why.”

Buck remembers feeling very strange at that restaurant. Not being able to taste his food. Not being able to hear Eddie. But the memory feels very far away. 

“So, are we in… Purgatory?” Buck asks. 

Eddie shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know, Buck! I don’t know. We’re stuck in the same twelve hours, over and over and over again, and I can’t get us out of it alive.”

“Twelve?” Buck asks. That isn’t what he expected. 

Eddie nods. “You always wake up around eight. It’s over by eight in the evening. It resets.”

Buck scratches his head. “Why don’t you just not go to the restaurant?” 

Seems simple enough. 

“You think I haven’t tried that?” Eddie scoffs. “Buck, if we don’t, it’s worse.” 

“Worse?” Buck asks.

Eddie nods. “If we don’t do the day the way it’s supposed to go, one of us dies sooner. More horrifically. But the day still goes on, Buck.”

“What do you mean?” Buck asks.

“Do you think the day just ended when you hit your head on those rocks?” Eddie demands. 

Well, yeah. He sort of had. For him it had. 

“Because it didn’t!” Eddie continues. “I had to call 9-1-1. I had to try and help you, even though I knew you wouldn’t make it.  I had to watch them come and take your body away. I had to console Christopher! Who watched you die!”

“Oh god,” Buck mumbles, feeling nauseous.

“We don’t get to fast forward through it, Buck!” Eddie sounds frantic. “I still have to finish the twelve hours!” 

“The car wreck?” Buck asks.

Eddie pauses for a moment. 

“Uh… I don’t know. Maybe I died too. Maybe I had a head injury.”

Buck thinks this through. The implications of what Eddie is saying. 

“We have to do the same thing over and over?” He asks. “Even if it leads to our death?”

Eddie chokes out a little frustrated noise. 

[javiersprincess]

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝚶𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝚬 + 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈: "𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝚶𝐑 𝐌𝚬"

tags: sfw, suggestive, fem reader, reader and kunigami are in their 20s, established relationship, biting, hickeys/marking, teasing, groping

synopsis: everyday moments with you make it harder for kunigami to control himself, especially when faced with your newest perfume.

Kunigami knows his fetish is a little out there - the nape of the neck, that little sliver of the body that always takes his eyes and pins them in place but he thinks he can be given a little bit of leeway when it comes to you. You’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, he is utterly enamored by your body especially your neck. Which is why when you are dressed in clothing you wear at home - a tank top with thin straps that cross in the back, you can’t blame him for coming behind you as you lay things out for dinner. Auburn eyes are entranced by the gentle slop of your neck and the lines of your shoulders, the straps only highlight them and he finds his lips pressing a chaste kiss right on the nape of your neck.

It’s just his luck that he has himself a ticklish woman, so you squeak high and from the back of your throat and you whirl around to look at him - eyes wide from your fluster. Kunigami only stays behind you, hands on your waist and grips you tight. His back to flushed to your whores and when you whine his name again when he presses another kiss to your neck. Only this time he notices something…new about you.

“Rensuke - stop that you know it tickles!” You whine, squirming against his front as one hand clenches into a fist on the counter. Kunigami likes that you can only squirm against him, sports have made him strong, stronger than you always think he is and he uses it to his advantage when he wants to fool around with you. He presses a finally kiss, this time lower as it’s where your neck bleeds into your back when he pieces it together.

“What perfume are you wearing?” He asks, his mouth still pressed into your skin so you feel his voice reverb in you. His hand isn’t at your waist but now creeping to your chest, brushing against the underside of your breast.

“Um, it’s a new one - it’s vanilla,” You answer him with hot cheeks - it’s not from the stove but how he’s touching you, squeezing the plushness of your breast in one big hand as his other hand rubs at the curve of your hip.  “Do you like it?” Kunigami doesn’t respond and only gives you a hum. Right before you begin to pout - calling him out on his touchy behavior anything you begin to say is cut off by a surprised gasp.

He bit you. Your Kunigami Rensuke bit you - right on the nape of your neck. 

His teeth dig into you skin and he soothes the bite as he sucks at the flesh; it will make a mark, Kunigami is marking you as he presses you up against the kitchen counter. All you can do is shiver and whine against him, your back arching at how good it feels to have his mouth on your skin. He pulls away with a gentle, soothing lick against the mark he left behind.

“Don’t wear it out, wear it just for me. I won’t be able to control myself if you do.” Is all he says to you as you pant, eyes hazy and wide eyed when you look back at him with doe eyes that make him weak in more ways than one. Auburn eyes meet yours in a way that can only be described as hungry and not for the pasta you are going to make for dinner but before you can make any sort of move - a loud ding from the laundry machine drags you back to the real world.

“I’ll go get that - call me if you need anything.” You can only watch as his sculpted back leaves out of your sight, turning the corner of the hallway to the washroom. You are left there with an aching neck and an aching center that drips against your bottoms with need for only what he can give you.

[broodybuck]

A Lending Hand | Series Part 5

Series Summary: When Steve finds out what Bucky's been doing behind closed doors, he's happy to lend a hand. He's willing to do whatever it takes to find how much of the Bucky he knew is still left.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, post cacw, denial of feelings, handjobs, first time, Avengers tower, no refractory period, power bottom Steve, top Bucky

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

It's so crazy to Steve that this has become so normal. Making out with Bucky.

Sometimes, it doesn't feel real until he's there and it's happening. Like right now, they're making out and it's so good. The deeper the kisses get, the more intoxicated Steve feels.

His head is a little too dazed, sometimes he gets so lost in it especially since Bucky started using his tongue. God, Steve loves when he uses his tongue.

He's not thinking, he's drunk on it all, when he hears himself mumble out, "Wanna ride you."

Bucky stops, backs away, and looks at him.

In normal circumstances, Steve would apologize and try to carry on but he's currently breathing too hard. He's hot, his face is flushed, his body's turned on and well, it wasn't a lie. It's what he wants so badly, he can't even bring himself to apologize for it.

"How?" Bucky questions.

Steve gulps, his face burns hotter.

"Uhm, like physically ride your— you know, cock. We'd have to prep me first," Steve says and when Bucky doesn't respond right away he keeps rambling.

"We don't have to, of course. I'm sure that's too fast. We just started kissing. Oh god, I'm getting way ahead of myself, aren't I? Don't listen to me. Let's just keep kissing, alright?"

Steve leans forward but pauses when Bucky doesn't lean the rest of the way in. Steve sits back again feeling like an idiot. He may have ruined this whole thing. He waits a long stretch for Bucky to finally say something.

"I think..." Bucky considers. "You should."

"Should what?" Steve asks.

"Ride me."

Steve's eyes bulge out of his head and his body reacts heavily to the idea.

"Okay, I'd love to," Steve says in three octaves higher than usual. Bucky's eyebrows raise at the unusual pitch.

"And I can prep you," Bucky decides.

"Well, um, you'd have to use your fingers."

Bucky stares down at his hand, specifically the metal one which is giving Steve some very bad ideas.

"Okay, I'll try," Bucky says uncertainly.

Steve's overwhelmed right now enough that instead of answering he just rushes forward to kiss Bucky's lips again. Thankfully, Bucky kisses him back after a surprised huff.

They resume making out heatedly and naturally, Steve glides his hands down Bucky's body. Along his sides, down his ribs, to his waist. Bucky doesn't protest, he tries to hold Steve in return but his touch is so light it's less than a feather.

"I better get these off," Steve mumbles in between kisses before he finally tears himself away from the kiss to undress.

Bucky watches him, he looks nervous.

"Are you sure—"

"You have to tell me," Bucky interrupts. "Exactly how to do it."

"I will," Steve says with a shiver running down his spine.

And in no time, Steve's naked and lying on his stomach. Bucky's behind him with lube, staring at Steve's backside. Steve showed him the motions of how his fingers should move on Bucky's leg so he could see and feel it. Showing him how to press down, push in.

Bucky just nodded silently and then watched Steve turn around and spread his legs apart.

He waits now, not wanting to rush Bucky even though his cock is already drooling in anticipation against the comforter.

"It's not bad, just one finger at a time," Steve reminds him.

Finally, Steve feels pressure against his rim but not just pressure, a cool, smooth surface. He jolts, accidentally, because it's the metal hand.

"Sorry," Bucky murmurs.

Bucky hesitates but then he presses a metal fingertip against the rim again. He smears the lube around which is also chilled to the touch and makes Steve shiver.

With a guy so worried about using his hands, he seems to have no qualms about going straight in with his prosthetic hand. The metal makes the fingers larger and thicker. Steve can already imagine how good that's going to feel.

Finally, Bucky pushes one finger in down to the first knuckle and Steve moans. Yep, it's better than Steve expected.

"You like that?" Bucky checks.

"Yes."

Bucky moves his finger in and out, then experiments with pressing down as Steve showed him earlier.

"Ahgn— okay, add another," Steve huffs happily.

"You said one at a time," Bucky argues, finger pausing mid-motion.

"To start, but I need more. Two fingers, Buck," Steve whines. "It's good, I'm okay, I promise."

Bucky hesitates but slowly presses a second finger in alongside the first. With Bucky using his prostheses, the fingers are larger and thicker. It's better than Steve expected.

Bucky resumes his movements with both fingers now.

"You can— spread them," Steve pants and squeals a little when Bucky does so.

"Yeah, yeah, gahhd. Three now," Steve pleads.

"Three?" Bucky sounds astounded, his hand halts again.

"Trust me, gotta fit your cock. Need three, Buck, please."

He hears Bucky let out a shaky breath at that. Steve flushes from the sound, from the fact that he's turning Bucky on. That he's the one causing a physical reaction and it's not just the serum that altered his body.

Bucky pushes in the third finger and Steve groans loudly with the intrusion. Bucky pauses.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Yes, yes good."

Bucky moves them, presses down, slides them in and out and it's all so good Steve starts rutting against the mattress.

"Why are you doing that?" Bucky questions.

"Feels too good, wanna come," Steve mewls.

There's a pause and then, "Then come."

Bucky says it very matter-of-factly, but it's still enough. Just the allowance, just the fact that Bucky's fingers are inside him getting him off, Steve lets go and comes on the comforter.

He's breathing heavily when he feels Bucky remove his fingers.

"Can you still ride me now?" Bucky asks.

Steve turns around with a wild smile.

"You know I can."

Bucky blinks with surprise like he was expecting a no.

Steve pushes onto his knees, grabs Bucky's face, and kisses him hard.

"I want this so much, Buck. You have no idea how much I want this," Steve says and kisses him again.

Bucky starts kissing him back and his fingers trickle along his sides which tickle since they're covered in lube.

"Sit back," Steve instructs him, pointing to the headboard.

Bucky seats himself exactly where Steve directed him. Bucky's still clothed, never bothered to take anything off, but now he excitedly opens the fly of his jeans and pulls out his cock.

Steve bites his lip, never imagined he'd see Bucky so excited — for him. He crawls over to Bucky and straddles him, hovering above his hard cock for a moment.

"This," Steve says, framing Bucky's face in his hands so he looks up at him. "Is going to feel really good."

He sees Bucky swallow and then nod, his eyes fluttering shut as if preparing himself. Steve can tell he's turned on, can see how much he wants this. And with that realization, Steve easily sinks down onto his cock.

He takes each inch slowly especially because Bucky sharply inhales. Then Bucky moans, trying to swallow back the sound but once Steve sits at the root, Bucky moans so openly and beautifully, Steve smiles like a buffoon.

Bucky throws his head back, his eyes shut tight and his mouth drops open. Steve takes the opportunity to kiss his neck, sucking all new spots as he begins to move his hips.

Bucky grabs onto Steve's waist so forcefully it startles Steve but he keeps kissing his neck, keeps rocking back and forth. Until Bucky lets out a wounded cry and Steve realizes he's already coming.

Steve slows down, watching Bucky bask in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Then Bucky opens his eyes and sighs.

"Sorry— that was— uh, felt better than I—" Bucky stumbles over his words.

Steve just kisses him.

"I can keep going, you're still hard," Steve breathes.

Bucky just nods frantically and grips Steve's waist even tighter.

After that, Steve rides him for real. Fast and full on until they both come again and it's everything. Everything. Steve's officially made it to heaven.

They're both calming down on the bed afterward. Steve has a permanent smile glued to his face. He rolls over and kisses Bucky's shoulder, nuzzling his face against him.

"Shouldn't I have asked you to dinner before all this?" Bucky says.

Steve laughs and picks his head up.

"These days, people date so casually. This is probably more typical now."

"Really?"

"Yeah, apparently dinner and flowers are old-fashioned now," Steve shrugs.

"Huh." Bucky sits pensively thinking this over.

"So I definitely shouldn't start calling you doll, then," Bucky notes almost to himself.

Steve smiles so hard, he needs to bite his lip to reign himself in. He kisses the man's shoulder again.

"I'd love if you did, sweetheart," Steve croons.

Bucky looks at him and smiles. Then he turns to the ceiling and shrugs.

"I'll think on it," Bucky responds with a smirk still lingering at the ends of his lips.

It's the first time Steve is sure he's teasing him.

In eighty years, his best friend is finally teasing him again. This is the best day of his life.

[2baddiesfanfics]

Like Gravity

Pairing: Kafka x Himeko

Tags: Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Desperation, Oral Sex, Choking, Vaginal Fingering, Bikinis

Summary:

When March 7th is left alone on the Express with Himeko, she notices she's not acting like her usual self. Could the mysterious Stellaron Hunter who visited them be the cause? When the girl gets to the bottom of it, the navigator is encouraged to pursue her desires.

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The steady staccato of Himeko’s heel tapping the floor drove March insane. Originally, she had chalked it up to the navigator’s coffee addiction. She figured by now, surely the woman had built up a tolerance to the point where caffeine no longer even affected her. 

No. That’s not it, she thought. From her plush cushion seat in the Express’ main cabin, she pretended to browse her phone as she stealthily observed her mentor. With Stelle, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang out on a mission, it was her turn to take a breather. 

Clearly, Himeko didn’t know the meaning of the word “break.” Ever since that Stellaron Hunter Kafka had entered the picture, something wasn’t right. Deep, dark bags marred her usually flawless face. She’d greet March like usual, yes, but it was mechanical - almost robotic. Now that it was just the two of them, there was no better time to figure out what the hells was wrong with her.

“Um…Himeko?” 

The navigator didn’t budge.

“Earth to Himeko!”

She continued to nibble on the end of her pencil, lost in thought.

Ok, last resort time. “Whoa! I just got a news alert saying Kafka was spotted on the Radiant Feldspar!”

The chair Himeko was sitting in screeched as she immediately stood. “What?! Where? Who reported that?”

March looked back at her wide-eyed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Himeko, I’ve been calling your name for the last ten minutes, and that’s what got your attention?”

“I’m sorry…I’ve just…been absorbed in some research. You know how it is. Once you start, you don’t want to stop until you find an answer.”

The girl bounced off the couch and walked over. “Himeko. It’s just us here, so I need you to be honest with me. What are you researching, exactly?” As she attempted to peek at the screen of the laptop she had been working on, the woman slammed it shut.

“Um, just a complicated formula to enhance the speed at which the Astral Express makes a warp jump,” she said with a nervous grin.

The girl narrowed her eyes, and Himeko let out a sigh. “I’m terrible at lying when it comes to you, kid.” The sadness in her weak smile made March want to reach out and hug her.

“Himeko, just tell me what’s wrong. Maybe we can work it out together?”

“March…I…there’s something I need you to understand.”

“Of course. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. You’ve been so patient with me searching for my missing memories, it’s the least I could do.”

The navigator took a deep breath before proceeding. “That time Kafka appeared as a hologram here…wasn’t the first time I’d seen her. We have…history.”

She knew things were more complicated than they had appeared. The look on Himeko’s face as she had heard the Stellaron Hunter address her that time she had made an abrupt entrance on the train seemed tinged with familiarity. 

“Okay…what kind of history?”

“We were partners at one point. Both in business and…the romantic sense. Before she became obsessed with sticking to a script.”

“Huh?”

The navigator’s eyes darted to the ground. “It’s not important. Not anymore, at least. I made my decision and she made hers.”

“Himeko, I’m sorry if this is out of line, but it’s clear to me you’re not over her. If the only thing that grabs your attention is the mere mention of her name…”

Suddenly the tension was broken by the pinging of the other woman’s phone. Her eyes snapped wide when she saw the notification. “March, you must have a sixth sense.” She flashed the screen at her and it turned out she had predicted the exact location Kafka had decided to appear.

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The Stellaron Hunter knew it was only a matter of time. Having seen the announcement that the Radiant Feldspar was under new ownership, she couldn’t resist the temptation to draw Himeko out. 

Kafka had always been the more…free-spirited of the two. Despite the show the crimson-haired woman put on for others, she knew she longed to be able to let down her guard. They had spent many a night together in bed, and the navigator had always clung to her as if she was afraid she’d evaporate into thin air. 

There was a part of Kafka that reveled in it, being wanted so badly. Perhaps that was why she initially left. The thrill of being chased…leaving a trail of breadcrumbs she knew Himeko would pursue as if her life depended on it. 

Lounging by the pool with a drink in her hand, all that remained was to play the waiting game. An hour or two ticked by, and then, like clockwork, her phone vibrated.

Room 403. Now.

Kafka chuckled to herself. Always so demanding. Let’s get you a bit more riled up, shall we? Tilting her phone camera at just the right angle, she snapped a shot of her bikini and hit send.

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Himeko had to hold herself back from throwing her phone against the wall. She hated herself for doing this. Here she was, an intelligent, pragmatic woman who should be driven by logic, not her baser instincts. The second she received that text, she knew she was walking right into the spider’s web.

One, two, three. The signature pattern of knocks told her it was time. Don’t open it. Make her wait. If you let on how desperate you are, she’ll only turn it against you like she always does.

“Petty much? Guess I’ll just wait out here and give housekeeping a free show as they walk by…”

The lock clicked immediately.

“You didn’t even change? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The Stellaron Hunter walked right past her and headed straight for the plush chair in the corner of the room. 

“Didn’t feel like wasting a fresh look. Like it? Firefly picked it up for me on Penacony.”

Himeko kept her distance. “It’s a little hard to have an adult conversation when one of us is half-naked,” she said with a sneer.

“On the contrary. I think this makes having an adult conversation even simpler. We both know that by the end of this, neither of us will have any clothes on.”

The navigator rolled her eyes. “Oh, for Aeon’s sake. See, this is what I can’t fucking stand about you, Kafka. Can you take nothing seriously? I’m not here to play your stupid little mind games.”

“Funny. Certainly seems like you can never get enough of them. Why else would you speed across the galaxy at the mere mention of my whereabouts?”

Shit. Himeko opened her mouth in an attempt to argue but was interrupted before she had the chance.

“Let’s not waste either of our time, hmm? I know what you want, and you know what I want. The only difference is you want it much more desperately than I do.”

She swallowed hard as she tried to form the words to deny it. The only problem is she didn’t want to.

“Now that we’ve got that established…why don’t you show me how much you’re willing to work for it?”

The navigator narrowed her eyes in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

“Let’s see how far you’re willing to go in the name of obsession.”

With a scoff, Himeko replied, “Obsession? You really do think highly of yourself, don’t you, Ms. Stellaron Hunter? Becoming an outlaw has certainly given you an inflated ego.”

Cocking her head to the side, Kafka chuckled. “Inflated ego? I’m only stating the obvious, darling. Will you let your pride be your downfall, or are you going to listen to me?”

She could try to fight it. But why would she when she knew very well why she had followed her here? Her desperation stemmed from a deep-seated desire to give up control.

“I’ll listen.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Himeko shivered at the term of endearment. 

“Now…come here.”

After taking one slow step forward, the Stellaron Hunter stopped her. “Ah, ah, ah. Did I say walk? I want you on your hands and knees. Crawl to me like the good, obedient puppy I know you can be.”

The navigator’s cheeks turned a deep, dark red. Carefully she slid to the floor, the carpet tickling her hyper-sensitive skin. As she proceeded to move toward her, again Kafka chastised her. 

“Can’t even maintain eye contact? Don’t be shy.” Her head snapped up to meet her lover’s intense gaze. With renewed confidence, she swayed her hips with purpose as she crept nearer.

“Much better. I love when you put on a show for me.” When she finally knelt before her, the Stellaron Hunter leaned forward and pulled her closer by her black and gold choker. Their faces mere inches from each other, Himeko couldn’t help but stare at her mouth in anticipation as she waited for her next command.

“Aw, are you waiting for a kiss? How sweet…and pathetic. I think I’d rather wait until I can taste myself on your lips. It’ll be your reward for a job well done. So…get to work. Don’t keep me waiting,” she ordered before releasing her.

The navigator moaned involuntarily at the suggestion. Positioning herself between Kafka’s spread legs, she placed soft kisses along her inner thigh. She could feel the other woman’s fingers tangling through her hair, silently coaxing her toward her end goal. 

Slipping her bikini bottoms down her body and dropping them to the floor, she dove into her. Her tongue was practiced - every lick was calculated to bring shockwaves of pleasure coursing through the Stellaron Hunter’s body. The other woman groaned with approval at the feeling.

“That’s it…good girl…work that mouth like I know you can…” she ground out. Himeko could tell she was putting pressure on all the right places by the way the other woman’s nails dug into her scalp. A sense of pride swept over her as she continued relentlessly. Kafka cursed under her breath as she neared the brink.

“Fucking Aeons…Himeko!” She jerked upward and the navigator gripped her by the hips as she moved harder and faster to overstimulate her.

“E-enough!” The Stellaron Hunter said before yanking her up by her choker and smothering her mouth with her own. The sweet taste of her musk lingered on her lover’s lips, now bringing out her own desperation to ravish her in return.

The crimson-haired woman smirked smugly. “Now that it seems I’ve satisfied you, I believe you owe me for a job well done,” she whispered seductively. 

“I suppose you’re not wrong.” Dragging her to the bed, she slammed her down on the mattress. Himeko let out a squeal of surprised arousal at her forcefulness. “But I’m still the one in charge here. Do as I say and you’ll get yours,” she muttered against the skin of her neck as she bruised her flesh with fierce kisses.

“Ahhh…yes…whatever you want…” she panted in response. The Stellaron Hunter swiftly divested her of her dress and then flipped her over. 

“Lift that pretty little ass up toward me,” she demanded from behind her. She immediately obeyed and felt the tips Kafka’s fingers tracing her entrance. “You were wet before I even got here, weren’t you?”

The navigator’s whine told her everything she needed to know. “The fact the mere thought of me makes you this needy is so fucking hot. You’ll take me well, won’t you dear?”

“Yes…yes, please…I just need you inside of me…” she begged.

Grabbing her by the back of her choker, the Stellaron Hunter plunged into her fast and hard. Himeko cried out at the feeling of fullness she had wanted for so long. She bounced backward against her lover’s long, languid strokes, simultaneously wishing it would last forever yet pleading for release.

“I understand why your obsession drives you toward me wherever I am in the universe. You try so desperately to run from it, but what you and I have…it’s like gravity. It’s inevitable. Sooner or later, you’ll fall right back into my arms,” Kafka said, punctuating her words with the steady rhythm of her fingers. The navigator could feel her legs shaking, her body aching to betray her.

“K-Kafka…please…I’m tired of running…”

“Then give in…surrender to me…”

And that she did. Gripping the sheets beneath her as the full force of her orgasm hit her, Himeko let go of her inhibitions and allowed herself to just feel. In a rare show of affection, Kafka pulled her toward her as they both sunk into the bedding beneath them.

“I only told March where I was going.”

The other woman turned to her side to face her. “Hmm? That girl with the pink hair, right?”

“Yes. She’s deceptively perceptive. Saw right through me.” 

“You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re that hard to read, Himmy.”

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“All the more reason for me to do so. Think she’ll be worried? You’ve been gone from the Express for quite some time.”

“No. Like I said…she’s perceptive. She’ll know I found what I was looking for.”

[spankingwishes2]

A Chance Remark

I’m not even sure how I got invited… Well, I mean, I am – I tagged along with Crystal, my co-worker (who then left early) – but one Thursday evening I found myself in a ‘Wine and Whine’ session with a couple of Crystal’s friends at the house of this woman named Stephanie (her husband had wisely made himself scarce while originally five, and now three, complaining women invaded his shared castle).  I had had a few glasses of wine before switching to sparkling water but figured the later I stayed the safer I was to drive home. Stephanie’s neighbor, Megan, however, had no such concerns.

Megan’s concerns were more long-term.  Soon to be divorced, no dating prospects (she claimed, or at least no decent ones), didn’t like her job or her new boss… you know, the usual mix of real complaints and generalized bitching… bad enough for me but our hostess had clearly heard it all before – probably recently.

“I’ve made such a mess of every single thing in my life,” Megan moaned, “I should just be spanked.”

Did my ears ever prick up at the use of my favorite word!  I tried hard not to react, looking at her with mild interest.  But Stephanie took another approach.

“Okay, well, come on, then,” she said, standing up.

“Wha…?” Megan answered. Now my eyebrows were raised to my hairline but I kept silent, with my brain saying ‘Really?’.

“You said so yourself and you’re right,” Stephanie said, moving a chair, sitting in it and patting her lap.

“Ah, I should probably go…” I said, starting to rise – despite how much I dearly, dearly wanted to stay.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Stephanie snapped in a voice that sounded like I might be next – though I knew that was only wishful thinking.  (I did, however, wonder just how much she’d had to drink.)

Megan stood up and I could tell this was actually going to happen.  “Well, I suppose…” she said, moving to Stephanie’s right.

“Unt uh…” our hostess corrected, tapping on Megan’s belt buckle.  “Down.”

I swallowed hard and pressed my legs together, only partly because I needed to pee – though I certainly wasn’t going anywhere!

She probably didn’t have to comply, but she did.  And Stephanie didn’t stop there!

“Oh wait – please!” Megan complained, but made no move to resist.

“Get real,” Stephanie growled, and down came the panties!  Apparently relying on some inside information, she accused, “So… spending too much time on line, have you?” Smack!

“Um, maybe…” Smack smack smack! “Okay, yes!” Smack! “Ow!”

I sat there, transfixed, as this proceeded right before my eyes as if I wasn’t even there.  

“You know you have…” Smack! Smack!

It was all I could do to keep my hand from between my legs – but I sure wasn’t going to risk it!

“Sorry!  Ow!” Megan squealed.

“Don’t apologized to me, you’re the one who’s suffering for it!”

“I am!  I am!” Megan insisted – even though that’s not what her chastiser meant.

“And you will…” Smack smack smack! “Continue to do so…”  “Until you stop!”  The smacks continued and it didn’t sound like they were going to stop!  I was getting a little concerned for Megan – and worried that she might get mad in a minute. Stephanie may have been picking up the same rebellious vibe.

“So,” Stephanie asked her, hand raised, “Have we taken care of that?”

Megan made a face – which probably only I saw, but said nothing.

“Have we?” Stephanie demanded, giving her another chance.  

“Well, then…” she said – and the spanking resumed.

Now Megan was quiet, mostly, sort of grunting in response to the slaps, acting stubborn.  She was more jerking than squirming now and I was surprised (especially in her inebriated, self-pitying state) that she wasn’t crying.

Somehow Stephanie could tell when she’d had enough – it was subtle, but I reached the same conclusion about the same time.

“There!  That ought to do it!” she said at last, stopping the spanks and giving Megan’s now-red bottom a bit of a rub.  

Megan knelt and turned away from me, showing off the bottom she was rubbing.  Panties back in place, she stood up just as Stephanie did and they hugged.  “Thanks, I guess,” she told her.

“Anytime,” her spanker responded, in a tone that made it seem more like a threat than an offer.  I swear I almost climaxed, hearing this.

I stood as well.  “I really should be going now,” I told them – not knowing when Mr. Stephanie was due home, or what little post-spanking bonding might transpire, plus a desperate need to deal with my arousal…

“I hope we haven’t embarrassed you, Lauren” Stephanie said.

“No, not at all,” I answered, realizing from the heat in my face that I was still flushed quite red.

“We’ll have to have you back sometime.”

“I’m going to take you up on that,” I assured her.

“Promise?”

“I promise!” I said sincerely, with yet another jolt of excitement.

Megan and I made our goodbyes, with me hoping things get better for her and assuring her I hadn’t been embarrassed, and I made my way to the door.

***

So I guess I’m part of the group now.  This week we met at Crystal’s, and no mention of last week was made.  I’m still trying to figure out how to get Stephanie alone… maybe ask her for advice on something?  Think think think…

[formulaocean]

Fic Writer Interview (Ty for the tag @honeyandthunderstorms 💕)

All under the cut as ever!

How many works do you have on ao3?

On this account 9! A couple are anon (if you‘re seeing this on tumblr I really do not care however) and I did have an old account though.

What’s your total word count?

So far 75,788 apparently. Curious to see what it’ll get to by the end of the year in all honesty!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On this account-

et circenses

Sweet as Cinnamon

FIA Mandated Work of Public Interest

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free”

Both But I miss you (I’m sorry) and You’re So Golden are apparently at the same exact count which I did not know!

Strange to see them in this order actually!

Do you respond to comments? Why/ why not?

I try to now- originally I just didn’t want to open up a work again once it’d been posted so I was awful but try to now and think fondly of commentators I recognise but it’s still not all the time. I try to comment on fics I read too (although I’m reading a bit less online now)- it’s just a nice thing to do :)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I left my multi chap fic on a literal cliff hanger recently so likely that! Otherwise You’re Nothing More Than His Wife as the ending is both ambiguous and depressing and just full of angsty lesbians as a whole.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

But I miss you (I’m sorry). Brocedes healed and Lewis won Silverstone there is no greater joy than that. Plus the mental image of Lewis and Vivian making Nico’s daughters costumes for The Eras Tour? I think about it A LOT.

Do you write crossovers?

I have literally written/ am writing a Hunger Games F1 AU if that counts? Otherwise I have a tennis x f1 crossover in my drafts I repeatedly come back to and will try to finish off over winter- Charles and Jannik become friends and figure out how to woo an emotional support rival over the course of the 2024 F1 and ATP seasons.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really? One person got weirdly angry about writing Charles as a top (they switch for me in general and I was going through a bottom max phase but like I get it). Also I was told that one chapter of a fic was quite similar to a Harry Potter one but we worked it out in the comments :)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um. On occasion. Definitely as a way to explore characters and I wish I wrote smut better because the sections are short in comparison to the fics. I have literally gotten writers block from not liking the smut part before in premises which hinge on it being written.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Definitely not. If I had I’d say get better taste.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not other than by me! My drafts/plots are all in German first before they get written.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but there’s a few people I bounce ideas off of and do the same in return! I am not on discord though so when you ask me about what I think about what you shared there I literally do not know 😅

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh wow. Probably Percabeth. For nostalgia’s sake. Or Sansa/Margeary for a similar reason.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

There’s a Charles/Lewis Ferrari one which keeps growing but then I realise I need to add more to it whenever it does grow so I’ll say that for now.

Basically Charles seduces everyone around Lewis but to levels that psychologically haunt him during a title fight. Recently Lewis walked in on a garage 16 gangbang but thought he hallucinated it after seeing Charles out for dinner with Fred at the only vegan restaurant in Maranello 10 minutes later. He runs to see Seb in Switzerland to calm down but turns out Charles is already there and eating sourdough and may or may not have had a threesome with Seb and his wife. Nico and Carlos and the fencer are involved. It’s just a bit of a wild ride.

Other than that a Carlandoscar life drawing au I gave up on when McLaren were annoying me. Oscar signs up to be a model to fulfil an art cred for engineering, Carlos is a history of art grad student and the ta, Lando is Oscar’s roommate and a graphic design student with a crush on Carlos and takes the class not expecting to see Oscar in the nude. Mark Webber is there.

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told themes and world building!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management and general clunkiness in grammar and tenses. Just your classic second language things :)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Occasional words are fine but don’t overuse it. When it’s clunks of text it just reminds me of academic journals that go between English, Latin, Greek, German, and Italian all in 2 pages.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think it was Les Mis? That or The 100.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

F1 wise something involving Oscar or George as a main character or a stand-alone Sebchal rather than Sebchalmax.

Other than that I have a few tennis mini ideas and lines I just haven’t ventured there yet- f1 is more fandom to me I guess but I’d love to do Sincaraz or Igaryna properly.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free”. I just find it really beautiful. I took a bit of inspiration from it for my vestal virgin au that should be out during winter break and going back into a historical/artsy tone has been really nice.

I’m so bad at matching tumblr users to fic writers but no pressure tagging @f1ggotry @saviour-of-lord @chandelier-s-notebook @f1-giuki @on-sinkingships @toppamplemousse and anyone else who wants 💕

[southernbluebellereader]

Routines Part 2

Part 1

COD MW2 Taskforce 141 x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader - Not the same as the Southern Cook Reader

Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader (COD MW(2))

Warnings: Suggestive actions/language. Slight bullying.

Word Count: ~1,099 words

Summary: Y/N opened up a little salon close to the base where the Taskforce 141 are stationed and there is now a platonic relationship between them and it's always fun bringing in rookies for their first hair cut.

Master List (Tag list at the bottom)

“Why is there a dog in my salon, Simon?”

“Needs a haircut.” Simon ruffled the fur on top of  Riley’s head, earning a tail wag from him.

“Yeah, I can see that, but I caint groom pets.” Y/N kept herself at a distance, not being too fond of dogs. She swallowed hard and kept her eyes on Riley, who kept looking around the salon with curiosity, but remained at Simon’s side.

“You cut hair, don’t ya’?”

“Yeah, but I cut people hair, Simon, I ain’t know how to cut dog hair. Plus… Dogs and me don’t really go well together.”

“He’s trained,” Simon chuckled, taking note of her remark while chuckling, not initially seeing an issue, “But whatever you say. I still need a haircut.”

“Your hair I can cut, Simon,” Y/N smiled nervously, still keeping her eyes on Riley. She had no reason to be distrustful of the dog, he’s trained, according to Simon, “Please leave him by the door, and have a seat.”

Chuckling, Simon did as he was told, for the most part. He sent Riley to the couch by the seating area, earning a gasp from Y/N, “Um, Simon, he’s not going to take a shit on my couch is he?”

—

“Mr. Garrick!” Y/N nearly jumped up from her client chair when she heard the bell above her door and saw Kyle walk in, damn near falling over until Kyle caught her, “You alright, sweetheart?”

He chuckled as he helped her to her feet, earning a small blush from the little hair dresser, “Y-yeah, I’m good. Thanks. Got scared, that’s all.” Y/N adjusted her clothes and composed herself as she watched him take his cap off, scratching his head slightly, “Fancy a cut, Mr. Garrick?”

“Yeah, a shave too if you don’t mind,” Kyle said sheepishly.

“Aight, to the chair you go.”

“W-what?” Kyle looked at her slightly confused then blushed slightly when Y/N pointed to the salon chair that Y/N almost fell out of.

“So I can cut your hair, Mr. Garrick,” Y/N chuckled as she put on an apron,  “Now, go on. You here for a haircut, ain’t ya’?”

Kyle did as he was told and allowed her to drape the cape over him, and allowed her to work, remaining silent to not distract her, just watching her work.

“You know you can talk, right? I don’t bite,” Y/N chuckled as she continued her work.

“Y-yeah… I know, just been a while.”

“I can tell. You been away on a mission?”

“Yeah…” He seemed more quiet than usual. Y/N didn’t want to pry too much, but she also didn’t like cutting in silence.

“You good with cassette players? Mine quit working the other day, you think you can fix it, Mr. Garrick?”

Kyle’s eyes lit up slightly, taking her up on her offer, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Y/N smiled at him through the mirror as she continued her work around his head, working on his neck, “Sounds like a plan, just don’t break it any more than it already is, my Daddy gave me that little thing.”

“I’ll do my best, Miss Y/N.”

“Y/N is just fine, Mr. Garrick.”

“Only if you start calling me Kyle.”

—

“What’s that smell?” Johnny scrunched his nose as he and Kyle entered the salon, remnants of hair spray was in the air.

“...because like Mama said, the higher the hair, the closer to God,” Y/N chuckled as she finished spritzing hairspray on an elderly lady’s hair, adjusting minor details in her hair, “And now you’re all ready for your little date with your man, ma’am.” The lady thanked Y/N profusely as she admired her new hair-do. She paid Y/N and left the salon with a smile. But not before she gave Johnny and Kyle a quick wink and whispered loudly, “You’re lucky she knows what she’s doing.”

Kyle chuckled as Johnny kept scrunching his nose in an attempt to keep himself from inhaling the hair spray fumes as he headed towards one of the other hairdressers to get his mohawk touched up. Handing her the cassette player she’d asked him to fix, “She’s good as new, Y/N.” Y/N clapped her hands and gently took it from his hands so that she wouldn’t drop it, but instinctively hugged Kyle, “Oh thank you! I’m so excited!” Blushing slightly, Kyle hugged her back, “Well, you gotta see if it works now.”

Blushing slightly, he turned his head and hugged her back, glad that he wore his cap today. Y/N quickly put it on one of the tables and popped a cassette into it and pressed play. Y/N looked at Kyle and Johnny with wide eyes, a wide smile appeared on her face when Aretha Franklin’s voice began to sing on the little cassette player.

Y/N squealed and nearly jumped up and hugged Kyle once more, “Oh thank you thank you!”

Kyle quickly caught you and grounded the both of you so neither of you would fall. Johnny and the hairdresser chuckled in amusement. Kyle wonders if she had other things that needed fixing.

—

“Y/N.”

“John.”

“What is this I hear about you having Kyle be your personal fixer-upper?” The Captain crossed his arms as he stood beside Y/N  as you gave rookie after rookie the obligatory buzzcut.

“What?” Y/N looked up at the Captain in amusement, a little smile on her face. “I asked him if he knew how to fix cassettes, he said yes, and he did.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Then I told him the plumbing for one of the hair-washing stations was busted- and he done fixed it too, I ain’t even ask him!”

“Oh yeah, what else?”

“Hm? Let me think…”

The Captain took a deep breath, then chuckled, “Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t make him do more work than he needs to.”

Y/N’s eyes shot up at him, “Ok well, we have a deal: I deal with y’all’s little rookies, and y’all fix my stuff that keeps breaking every time one of y’all come up in here.”

After a moment of silence, both Y/N and Price smiled in amusement. Once Y/N had finished with the last rookie, Y/N stood beside Price as he rounded them up, “Alright ladies, you know the drill.”

In unison, the rookies saluted Y/N shouted: “Thank you, ma’am!”

Price stayed behind, watching as they walked out, then looked at you, “Thank you, Miss Y/N.”

“It was a pleasure, sir. You want your shave?”

“Please?”

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Tag List

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[bitchlessdino]

repeat rebound (m) Ch. 2 : repeating regrets

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung

Genre: suggestive, kinda crack

word count: 3.4k

tags: more bestie!jeonghan, hookup!wonu, suggestive, mention of alcohol, mention of eating ass lol, sexual innuendos, insinuates sex

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: hi hehe, she’s back

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok

“FUCK YOU LEE JUNG CHAN.”

Thinking back, it was embarrassing how quickly you accepted him back in your life. 

You toss books at the naked man, who rightly reclaimed his title as your shitty ex, as you clutch the duvet to cover your bare body underneath.

You thought you couldn’t take the long night alone anymore no matter how many strangers you’d sleep with. You thought you wanted and missed Lee Chan. You thought that deep down this was what you needed. You thought you needed your boyfriend back.

“You think I wouldn’t notice you moaning another person’s name while we fuck?”

“Baby—ow—it was a mistake. Honest!”

“Your mom made a mistake when she had you. Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

You were the first time around when he left you. Your ex-boyfriend was a piece of shit that didn’t even deserve to be the gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. 

You admit, it was satisfying to be the one to dump him, not forgetting to mention, kicking him out with no clothes on his back but the underwear he came with, and finally dumping his shit out your window. Getting back together with him was worth it for that alone. You sigh a breath of relief to have the part of your life over. Again.

No tears came this time around, just shame. Were that desperate to not want to be alone?

The answer was a fat yes.

“Yn, what are you doing here? You remembered my address?”

You stare back at a shirtless Soonyoung, body as beautiful and toned as ever, with eyes looking back at you in confusion.

It’s been roughly a few weeks since you last saw him, aka the one heavenly railing that gave you the push you needed to fucking realize you’re better off without your loser ex, even if you did cave in for a measly moment. You were done for good now. You were all about your present and forgetting the past.

You smile sheepishly back at him, “Haha, funny thing. I remembered because I know Jeonghan and you guys live in the same building, but forget that. I know what I said last time but—“

“Babe, who's at the door?”

A girl in an oversized shirt makes herself known, clinging to Soonyoung’s bicep. She peers at you curiously. “May we help you?”

By the sheer confidence of her posture, she wasn’t your average hook-up, and by the term of endearment, they were more than familiar with each other. She carried the atmosphere of a girl next door with the attitude of the perfect model citizen and the smile of a thousand lights. This girl radiated girlfriend material and was no doubt was, maybe is, Soonyoung’s girl. You had to act fast on your feet. What exit strategy can you make without exposing yourself and your relationship with Soonyoung?

“Uh,” You straight up your posture, thanking your past self for actually getting dressed normally in a muted cardigan for once, “have you found our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

Soonyoung had to choke back on his laugh, clasping his hand to the mouth to feign a cough. “She’s one of those missionary people? I don’t know.”

Oh, you did more than missionary that night, his lying has got to be better than that.

She tightens the grip on his arm, a firm grin on her face. “Um, sorry, we’re atheists.”

You have an exaggerated shrug. “Well, worth a try. Have a blessed day.”

You don’t even let the door shut to speed walk and then sprint past them in an instant, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and not bothering to look back. There wasn’t a way you’d come back from it, but what’s done is done. You were just going to find another way to get over your predicament.

Jeonghan winces and then laughs the first time you tell him that story over the phone. “What you get for fucking one of my friends.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You collapse on top of your bed, taking in a self-care day from the self-loathing. “Let’s go out again. I need fresh dick.”

He scoffs, “Haven’t you had enough dick to go around with Soonyoung and eating ass of the last months’ leftovers you should’ve thrown away in the first place?”

“...I regret ever telling you about my sex life.”

“Yeah, well now you’re more educated and sexually woke,” you hear him smile on the other end, “you’re overdue for a break sweetheart. Too much dick can’t be good for you.”

“On the contrary, Jeonghan, this is my whore era. I will suck and eat all the ass I want because what? I’m hot and I can. You taught me that, remember?”

He sighs. “I knew taking in disciples would fuck with my free time. Okay, we can meet at the Wasted Unicorn tonight.”

“Uh, no, no. That’s where I met Soonyoung. I told you, I need a hot, new dick.” You emphasize, already doing your makeup while you listen to him on speaker.

“You said they’re back together, ergo, they won’t be there.”

“You idiot, I am not trying to look for a knockoff Soonyoung. I already associate him with that club—Let’s fuck around at that bar that opened up next to Minghao’s. I heard their drinks discounted for opening week.”

“Fine by me, Nympho. If it sucks ass, you’re paying for my Uber back.”

You knew Jeonghan was your ride-or-die the first time you met him. You crashed parties together, got drunk blackout together, and got hungover together. You love this man to death. Despite the shit he says, he made things feel okay in the moment and it feels like just the two of you. He was your platonic soulmate. He made your breakup just a bit more tolerable.

“How about skinny jeans over there?”

“He’s obviously fruity, the fuck are you on?” You slap against the marble counter, harder than anticipated, but didn’t let the pain show on the surface. “Are you sabotaging me, Yoon?”

“You can’t assume shit like that!”

You shot open your eyes. “He literally walked hand in hand with a man!”

“Besties can do that!” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“And now they’re making out.”

He rolls his eyes defeatedly, leaning against the counter. “Fine. Fine–Oh, hot Clark Kent, six o’clock.”

Your eyes were locked on that prospect and your eyes immediately shot open when you figure out what made this supposed undercover superhero hotter than the original. He was tall, lean, and built. His frame hugging in high-quality fabric, his biceps bulging out intoxicatingly, and his low neckline reveal a tasteful amount of his chest. “Fuck, he’s fine. I’m gonna be on him like butter on popcorn.”

He pats you supportively on the back. “Get ass, kid.”

You approach the unsuspecting man similarly to how you did to Soonyoung, talking him up a storm, letting your charms peak through effortlessly. You were set on charming the pants off this man, quite literally. Fortunately, your efforts were proven to be effective once again as you find yourself in the illustrious ‘Wonwoo’s’ place soon after.

“Would you like a drink?”

“What do you have?”

He scans through his collection, a hand over one bottle cap at a time. “I have something bitter like whiskey, something sweet like wine, something mild like beer.”

“Maybe something hot like you?”

He snickers, pulling away from the liquor cabinet to take you by the hand, tugging you in his direction. His hands slide over the shape of your body, comfortably settling on either of your hips, “You’re cute. I like that.”

“Really?” Your arms drape over his shoulders, pressing in a little closer to him. “Tell me what else you like about me.”

“I'd rather show you.” He smiles before pressing his lips into yours, the heat of his body flushed against yours.

He leans over, digging your back into the bar counter, but slips his hand behind you to take the pressure. They crawl down to the skin of your thighs and heave you up to place you on the counter. He stands between your legs, chuckling against your lips, digging at your hips. “You smell so nice. Jasmine?”

“You have a good nose, sir.”

“Guess I know a thing or two,” He kisses down your jaw, giggles erupting on your end, as he played with the hem of your blouse, “I’d still like to get that drink for you though.”

“Wine then. Red.”

He gives you one last kiss before reluctantly pulling away from you to retrieve the wine. You observe him as he does so, catching the quick glances he gives you, and notice the sheer elegance he holds carrying both glasses and a bottle in either hand. He pops it open in front of you with ease, filling glasses halfway, and hands one to you, all while returning back to the place he’s meant to be: between your legs.

“Mmmh,” you lick your lips, catching the spilled wine from the corner of your mouth, “you have good taste.”

Your legs hook around him strategically, glass dangling from your fingers. You let your gaze fall on him intently, seeing how his expression matches yours through his thick frames as he’s sipping the bitter red. He sets it down away from you, cupping your face, and reunites your lips tenderly, but tongue entangling with yours playfully.

Your mind fogs in the thought of this dark and handsome stranger. You hardly had much to drink, but the closeness you felt with him made you feel drunk all on its own. Your grip loses from the wine glass and you end up spilling red on his shirt, letting him go in a panicked gasp, “S-shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he starts unbuttoning his top, worrying about the stain it leaves, not minding that he was exposing his muscular torso right in front of your very eyes.

He didn’t care how he impulsively flexed getting the shirt off or the light layer of sweat on his skin.

“W-wow.”

You hover your hands over his firm chest, a smug smile appearing on Wonwoo’s face.

“I should treat this stain before it gets worse. I’ll be right back.” He plants a final kiss on you, letting it linger, before disappearing behind a bathroom door.

You giggle to yourself, thinking how lightning can’t strike twice in the same spot but you managed to catch two hot guys so soon after ending a serious long-term relationship. The self-esteem in you is shooting as high as skyscrapers right now.

It was then your happiness was cut short after spotting a little picture frame in a corner. Initially, you peered over it at curiosity, but upon further inspection, it looked like a family portrait. A portrait where Wonwoo, the man of the hour, was a doting husband and a father.

“Fuck.”

You sneer at the door Wonwoo hid behind and decide to gather your belongings before exiting his apartment. You slam the door behind you, running your hand through your purse for your phone. You dial Jeonghan, the one guy you could trust, hearing the dial tone on the other end.

“Stupid. Stupid. Pick the fuck up already.”

You had it up to here with men. You were ready to go home and wallow again. 

No answer. 

You ended up calling yourself another Uber, whining to yourself about how much money you’ve spent, already breaking the budget for the week. To make matters worse, you had to be locked out of your own apartment. No emergency key, and no other way in, you were fucked instead of getting fucked as you intended.

You had to take the streets again, this time getting to Jeonghan's place, hoping he was already home. Your feet were hurting from your heels, skin digging into the back of it, a premature walk of shame, but a whole different level of shame if there ever was one.

“Y/n?”

And there’s that lingering embarrassment coming back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, hi, um again.” You awkwardly wave from the ground.

Soonyoung peers down at you curiously, noticing your fresh getup but worn-out hair and makeup, making his own assumptions about where you were coming from. “You’re not like, coming to visit my place again are you?”

You shake your head defensively. “Oh, no, no. Jeonghan. I'm going to see him.”

“At 11:36 pm?”

You respond back with a tight grin. “Yeah, um. I got locked out.”

It was starting to make sense. “So, you’re just waiting on him?”

“Uh yeah, he has my apartment keys so I thought I’d stay back and wait since he wasn’t picking up my calls.”

“How long already then?”

“Not that long.” It had only been an hour since you arrived.

“Okay, well…want to wait at my place, for now anyways?”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t tempted, better than being on this scratchy dirty carpet. “What about your girlfriend?”

“…she’s out.”

His initial silence worries you. “I don’t know how she’ll feel knowing I was alone with you”

“She won’t have to.”

“That’s so sketch,” You chuckle, “but…ok. For now, just until Jeonghan gets back.”

“Of course.”

His hand stretches out towards you, offering to get you up, to which you accept. “Thanks, Soonyoung.”

He grins, “Hey, you do know my name.”

“Shut up,” you retort, rolling your eyes with a relaxed smile.

You scan the man’s apartment like it’s the first time, processing it since the previous events prevented you from doing so. Its blueprint was similar to Jeonghan’s in a comforting way but had Soonyoung’s own flair and color palette.

“Make yourself at home, nothing you’ve never seen before.”

“I actually never got a good look at your place entering or leaving. You really like tiger print,” you mention picking up a coffee mug painted in orange and black jagged stripes.

He takes away from you, putting the mug back on the counter, “No, but I like tigers. They’re just a vibe, I like their energy.”

Your eyes waver over at him cautiously, “…right.”

“Don’t you have anything like that? A fixation?”

“What is this, 101 questions?” You snicker.

He shrugs with a playful grin, “Just killing time. Didn’t really learn much about you doing…well, things that kept your mouth busy.”

You roll your eyes, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks. “Y-you’re so…weird.”

You threw yourself against the leather couch, arms crossed, avoiding the man’s eyes. “Where did you come from?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he chuckles, bringing out a water bottle and sitting respectfully away from you on the couch, “Work.”

“What do you do,” accepting it and taking a swig.

“Hard labor.”

You scoff. “That’s specific.”

“I just put my body at work, okay?”

You gasp dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re an exotic dancer.”

He rolls his eyes, laughter flowing out from his lips, “No, I’m…you’re gonna think it’s silly.”

“Try me, tiger boy.”

“That’s my insta handle. Go figure.”

You pay no mind to the change of topic, looking back at him expectantly with a raised brow.

“I’m…an event planner.”

You hum a sound of thought, “Did not expect that, but, considering your apartment, that all makes sense. And it’s not silly.”

He can’t help but smile a little harder. “Thanks. I actually really like my job. I get to see people’s dreams come to life.”

“That’s actually pretty cool.”

“Yeah? Wanna see my portfolio?”

He pulls out a box full of albums and files from his previous events, seeing pictures of smiles and happy faces, swatches of colored fabric, and even thank-you notes he received after the planning had all ended. You caught Soonyoung in some of the photos, having a great time, laughing, chatting up some patrons, and having a drink in a glass flute. He looks put together in a different way than you met him that night, somehow more neat and well-groomed.

“You look really nice in these photos.”

“I know a good stylist and dresser,” he humbly brags.

You pick through the pages, always finding more to see, and you stop at a set of photos Soonyoung seemed more prevalent in, one where he’s wearing a suit, looking like he was actually part of the event and not planning, so you can’t help but ask. “What’s this?”

“Close friend's wedding, I was the best man, and co-planner.”

In one of the photos, he stands next to the girl you saw him with that morning, arm in arm, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion, something that made you uncomfortable thinking about.

“You guys look cute here.”

“Thanks, I would hope so, getup got me a whole couple grand.”

Your finger trace over the outline of her dress, “She looks really pretty.”

Soonyoung realizes how you fixate on such a detail, eyes glued to the book as if it was filled with words, and he starts to grow self-conscious.

“…yeah.” He closes up the book and starts putting it away.

“Hey, I was looking at that!”

“I have something better to look at.”

You sneer at him, and the pit of your stomach churns at his choice of words. “What?”

He can’t help but laugh at how easily you caved, an arm falling against your shoulders, “Romcom or action?”

Soonyoung thought a movie was an easier distraction, and although it worked (your eyes were practically glued to the mounted tv screen), he was dead tired from his day job, drifting off to sleep. Yet, there was still no sign from Jeonghan. You can’t help but notice Soonyoung in his state, thinking about how he didn’t even bother showering despite how late it was, but how cute he did look asleep.

You tried ignoring him, he’s a taken man after all, but his soft snores started to drown the sounds of the TV, and his head hit the surface of your shoulder. Air seeps out his nose and tickles your collarbone. You nudge him, or try to, whispering, “get off.”

He doesn’t in fact get off and only snuggles closer, now leg draping over your legs.

“Great.” 

You grip his limbs, trying to tear him away, and he just falls against you on the couch. Chest to chest, cheek to cheek, arms embracing you naturally. His eyes finally crack open, vision blurry, mumbles on his tongue, asking if he had fallen asleep and then he sees you, blinking back up at him, feeling your heart race against your rib cage.

“Shit, I’m…so–”

You exhale. “It’s okay, just, um…”

“I should just…”

The air gets tighter and the distance between you both gets shorter. Your eyes flit over the sweat on his pierced brow to then the pink of his lips, heat taking over your body, and arousal flooding inside you, now seeping out of you. No words imaginable could express how much you needed him inside you right now.

You shift underneath him, brushing against the crotch of his pants, to which he softly grunts, cock twitching on top of you. His lips lean in to ghost over yours and temptation playing with you both like a fiddle. The tension is soon cut with a ringtone and you come back to reality soon enough to push the unavailable man away from you. You grab your phone from the coffee table to answer it, hearing Jeonghan on the other line. “Took you long enough…Cool, so I’ll just sleep over at your place.”

Soonyoung’s hand wipes his mouth, cursing himself for letting that happen. You were dangerous.

“Bye.” You click away the call soon enough and turn back to the welcoming party, smiling sheepishly. “I gotta…you know.”

“Yeah. Bye.” He picks himself off the couch and leaves the room avoidantly, not even sparing you another glance as he hides behind his bedroom door.

You expected that and you don’t blame him. A long, heavy sigh leaves your lips and you make your way out of his apartment, closing the door with a bad taste in your mouth, and storm off to Jeonghan’s door. It takes you not long for it to fling open once you knock against it, revealing the man alone and dressed down to his comfort in sweats and he lets you in with a smile. “Hey? Fun night?”

You let the door shut behind you, not answering. You stand in front of Jeonghan, a determined glint in your eyes. “I want to use my coupon.”

“Your coupon?” An intrigued look appears on his face.

“Yes. I still have mine.”

Jeonghan’s lips quirk up mischievously before nodding. “Fine.”

You take quick steps towards him, arms thrown over his shoulders and around his neck, you latch to Jeonghan, kissing him hungrily, to which he does more than reciprocate. His hands slide over your back to fall on your posterior, deep moans vibrating against your lips as his digits kneaded into your flesh. Both your feet have a mind of their own, taking yourselves on to the trail of his bedroom, hitting the wood of the door before disappearing behind it, now finding your plans for the rest of the night.