#I used to beg my mom to buy them but it was way too fucking expensive

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[famouswolflamppaper]

No but seriously, I wanna write huge rant for Barbie movie, but UNLIKE BARBIE, I have to work. even on weekends sometimes.

[l0v3tast3]

the pervy older bf konig was amazing, pleaseee can we get one for price!! on my knees begging cos damn the konig one hit the spot mammm

god i love john price so fucking much. he makes my daddy issues go off the damn charts and his voice?!?!?! good god (*♡∀♡) also uwu tysm ily anon i hope you like this!!! <33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18, john is late 30's), body worship, semi-public s3x, car s3x, mirror s3x, he fucks you while you're on the phone with your mom, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, edging, overstimulation, tiny bit of dacryphilia, some fluff, john is basically your sugar daddy

✎ word count: 1.6k (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who wouldn't take his hands off of you even if there was a gun to his head. you're just so soft and full of youth, it makes him feel a little bit younger too. he's obsessed with smoothing his hands and his lips over every inch of your skin, always taking his sweet time with you, always making sure to worship every bit of you before he presses your thighs to your chest.

✧ ˖ ° he doesn't take for granted what you give him; he makes sure to thank you in the best way he knows how. it's after a lavish dinner and a stroll along a beautiful river that involves him buying you flowers and chocolate from vendors open late. john always means to end the night with just a kiss, opening your door for you and leaning against the car to watch you walk down the street back to your house (you make him park a few houses down so your parents don't see him). somehow the drive always ends with the car parked in some inconspicuous spot so he can fuck you in the backseat, because you insisted that you couldn't stay at his house overnight without your parents asking too many questions.

✧ ˖ ° despite your disapproving whines and squirms, john still takes it slow while he has you laying in the back of his car. he does it mostly because he loves how your legs shake when he builds your orgasm slow, but also because he knows that your parents will call you to check in soon. sure enough, while he's got two fingers buried knuckle deep in you and his mouth latched around one your nipples, the buzzing tune of your ringtone sounds from your bag on the floor. you barely notice it until his mouth pops off your breast and his fingers nearly slow to a halt, and he's holding up your phone for it. "answer it, love. don't want to make them worry, right?"

✧ ˖ ° when you have the phone in your weak grasp he presses the answer button and sinks back down, grinning while he hears you stutter out your greeting. he picks up the pace again, curling his fingers into the spot that makes your hips jerk. your hand is pressed into your mouth as you try to listen to what your mom is saying. her bleating practically becomes white noise when john's tongue licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and starts laving across it. you manage to spout out that you'll be home soon, you and your friends lost track of time, and john makes sure the call is actually ended when you throw it onto the floor again before he finally makes you cum.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who absolutely loves fucking you in front of literally any reflective surface. bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror, entryway mirror, windows, the tv, anything will suffice if he can see your pretty tits bouncing while he fucks into you from behind. it's high on his (long) list of his favorite ways to have you.

✧ ˖ ° if you're standing up, he'll use one hand to keep your hips lifted high enough to line up with his, the other wrapped around your neck and partially holding your jaw to keep you looking at yourself. "look at how pretty you are, darling, don't y'see how beautiful you are? say it, love, tell me how pretty y'are. c'mon, know you can do it." when you try to avert your eyes in embarrassment he'll use the hand on your throat to press you into his chest, slowing his hips until he's dragging his thick cock back and forth across all the spots that make your brain go haywire. "you know the rules, darling, won't let you cum until y'say it. well? don't start being a brat now. we both know how that goes, don't we?"

✧ ˖ ° it's also a semi-regular occurrence for john to bring you shopping at higher-end stores and fuck you in the secluded dressing rooms. he sits and tells you how gorgeous you look in each pretty dress and outfit you try on, always doing a little spin for him that makes his dick twitch in his too-tight pants. after a particularly short sundress or skirt he follows you into your fitting room, feeling you up before you even get the chance to squeak about how he's not supposed to be in here with you. john loves watching you scratch at his arms as he holds you up to fuck you, one hand shoving his middle and ring fingers to keep you quiet. it's addicting how quickly he can make you forget that you could be caught by someone at any moment.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who might as well shine an actual spotlight on you when he brings you with to formal military events that he's "required" to attend (you always overhear about people skipping out when you're there). he tells you not to worry about buying a dress for it, and when you show up to his home you find he spent probably hundreds on a dress, heels, and all-matching jewelry, all matching your favorite style and colors. and he does it every time you go to an event, always buying you new things; not to mention the matching set of lingerie he gets you for each outfit.

✧ ˖ ° john makes sure to always wear a coat long enough to cover his straining cock when you squeeze his hand or press yourself closer to him when he brings you with. he knows you're nervous, never straying from his side and always glancing to make sure he was still next to you, but of course he wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to. there was always a hand on your back or waist or holding yours, kissing yours knuckles in between brief chats with other officials and soldiers.

✧ ˖ ° the way you cling to him while he introduces you to everyone he makes small talk with for a few minutes makes him so eager to leave already, to finally get home and rip off your dress (you've learned by now that he doesn't care how much he spent on it just to destroy it). just you being dependent on him made both john's heart and cock swell; you were so adorable with your puppy eyes looking up to him for what to do next.

✧ ˖ ° john wants nothing more than for you to rely on him and to trust him enough to take the reins for you. that especially applied to your sex life, of course. "there y'go, sweetheart, that's my girl. just let me handle it all. all you have to do is lay here all pretty and take my cock. i'll go slow, sweetheart, don't worry. i know you're still sensitive, but you can cum for me one more time, can't you? oh, don't whine, love, i know you can do it, just one more for me. you feel so good around me when you cum, don't you want to feel good too?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who is obsessed with making you cum. he only uses the threat of edging you as a way to get you to say or do whatever dirty thing he wants; the rest of the time, he prefers you to be a blabbering, overstimulated mess. he's known (by you) to spend hours going down on you, switching between his mouth and fingers when either gets tired. when you tug at his hair and try to push him away, you always get "jus' one more f'me, darling, know y'can," and a quick kiss to your thigh before he's right back at it.

✧ ˖ ° the sight of you trembling and twitching from the overload of pleasure he gives your little body is just the most satisfying sight in the world to john. after sating his near-constant hunger for your sweet cunt, he'll crawl up to hover over you and press kisses across your face, gently wiping away the trails of tears that escaped during his mouth's endless assault. "y'with me again, love?" he asks softly, pressing little kisses to your swollen lips until you start returning them. the moment is sweet and slow before he's pressing his cock into your tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper until his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

✧ ˖ ° john doesn't give you enough time for your nerves to calm down before he's thrusting into you; the gasps and whines and tiny pleas that stumble out about needing a break. "but i already gave you one darling, just now, remember? shit- so fuckin' tight, even after i spent so long workin' y'open- hah, don't try to squirm away, princess, just take it- fuuuck-" he groans. john's calloused hands collect your smaller ones to intertwine his fingers with yours and hold them above your head, nose-to-nose with you as he coos down at you about how well you're doing for him.

✧ ˖ ° every time he gets you into his bed (or yours, or any bed, really) you know you're in for a long night. john will fuck you until you're about to pass out. he lives for pushing your limits, finding new tricks to get you to cum faster or harder for him, molding you to his cock and drilling it into your head that he's ruined you for any other man.

[diorsluv]

feather , part 14

“ i feel so much lighter, like a feather ”

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[webslingingslasher]

The Last I Heard

i may have a seperate part 2 of this on the way, the idea is so cute.

Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) x Reader

Warnings: peter do be flirting

Genre: Fluffy/slight angst/ pining

Word Count: 15K

Summary: Peter overhears you saying you like him but you're too scared to tell him, he makes you want to tell him.

Peter knows it is absolutely wrong to use his powers for his own advantage. 

He also knows that the majority of common folk would disagree and use it to their own advantage if situations were reversed, and that’s fair to Peter. Everyone at one point has sworn that if they had super powers they would listen in to every conversation, or they would read everyone’s mind. 

And Peter did do that at first, until he realized that eavesdropping was a terrible idea. Because you start to feel kind of itchy and icky about yourself, you realize that these are conversations that were meant to be personal. Ned was the one that usually begged, he would point out random people and persuade Peter into listening in and giving him dirt. 

It was never anything too interesting, just personal. 

At lunch Ned would ask, “Yellow jacket is up in hat’s face, what’s going on?” 

And Peter would listen in. 

“You weren’t there! You have no idea what went down, like, at all!” 

Hat defends her stance, “Oh come off it! You’re supposed to be MY best friend, you were mine. And I lost you to him.” 

Yellow jacket is upset at her dismissal, “ You decided that, not me. You think this is dumb of us? That we’re selfish? That this was one big ploy to fuck up your life?” 

Hat is taken aback, then stands her ground. Solidly, “You fucked my brother, Jessica. You both decided to run around and date behind my back, and if you did it openly it would’ve gone over better. But you conniving with him hurts, I just lost my best friend and I have to watch her walk around my house cuddling up to my brother!” 

Peter stops listening, he feels like he should’ve never heard that. 

But he still tells Ned. 

Once at the mall Ned pointed to a group of girls, “What are they talking about?” 

Peter hones in, then repeats. “Redhead is looking for a tampon, Jeans is helping Redhead search for a tampon. Ponytail is talking about wanting to hook up with Jayson but she’s dating Erik, Bangs is telling Ponytail to do it anyways and Glasses thinks you’re cute.” 

Ned grins, “Should I go ask for her number?” 

Peter frowns, “No.” 

He doesn’t like playing this game so much anymore, he’s started to feel like a constant invasion of privacy. He doesn’t do it for Ned much anymore, only sometimes. 

“It’s an emergency, Peter! Like a real emergency! You have to tell me what they’re saying!” 

Ned shakes Peter's shoulders for emphasis, Peter bobbles his head back and forth then stops to wave and smile like a normal human when you walk by doing it first. 

He lets out a sigh, “Who?” 

Ned points to Betty Brant and Flash Thompson. 

Peter understands why he wants to listen in so bad, he gives in. By the way Betty looked it wasn’t going to be anything juicy. 

“Flash is telling her about how his mom is gonna buy him a new car, Betty is saying her mom’s making her favorite dinner.” 

Ned pouts, “Nothing about me?” 

Peter shakes his head slowly, “Sorry man.” 

Ned stays quiet for a few seconds then pushes his head towards them again, “How about now?” 

Peter sighs, “No, Ned.” 

—------------

MJ wrapped her hand around your neck after you passed by Peter. 

“Waving to your future man?” 

You turned your head back, panicked he had heard her. Instead you just saw Ned and Peter looking at Betty and Flash. 

“He’s so fucking cute, right? Did you see his hair? His curls are like, fucking perfect today.” 

Peter Parker made your heart race. 

He was a goddamn saint, the nicest person you’ve ever met. He was a genius, the smartest person you’ve ever met. He was funny, the best quick wit you’ve ever heard. His laugh was the best you’ve ever heard. His smile made you feel like putty, his voice woke you up in the morning but melted you down if you’d been extra stressed that day, and his clothes looked down right adorable on him. 

Everything about Peter Parker was your favorite thing about him. 

“Careful, Y/N. I may think you have a crush on the kid.”

You pushed MJ in her ribs, “Has he ever kissed anyone before?” 

“Why, looking to be the first to settle the land, Christopher?” 

You gasp, “Did you just call me a colonizer?” 

MJ ignored you, “You know, you could just ask him.” 

You laugh, “That’s cute.” 

It was. You and Peter were casual friends, you’ve hung out in only groups and only had one on one conversations a few times. You did like him, and you did flirt when you were around him but it was so subtle you don’t blame him for not picking up on it. 

“I mean, I think you guys would actually work out. Like hardcore, he’s just a little dumb. You’ve gotta be the one to bring it up.” 

Here we go again, the same tired piece said over and over. MJ, Betty, even Flash has gotten in on it, they all claim Peter would be down in an instant but would it be because it’s you, or because someone likes him? 

“Does he even like me? Or think of me like that?” 

MJ grimaces, “Peter’s hard. He doesn’t really talk about girls, you know? I mean, he’ll say when a girl is pretty or whatever but he’s never been one to be like, ‘she’s so hot, i wanna french her by noon,’ so, maybe?” 

You tap her arm around your neck, “So insightful, I’m so glad I have a friend on the inside.” 

MJ squeezes the sarcasm out of you. 

—-----------

Peter’s gotten better at not eavesdropping. 

It’s been weeks of fighting off Ned’s request to listen in on an unsuspecting victim. 

Until recently. 

He kept hearing his name, but couldn’t clock it. He had his head swiveled around the entire lunchroom with no luck. It wasn’t a constant calling, just casual. Peter this, Peter that, Peter, Peter, Peter. 

He swears he’s going insane, he can’t jus-

Peter jumps, he’s trying to dial his focus on his name when you slam your hand down on his lunch table. 

“Oh.” When he realizes it’s just you. 

“Hi, Y/N.” You grin when he does, it’s infectious. You almost forgot why you approached, MJ said Peter would admit when a girl was pretty. 

“Hi, Peter.” 

Peter looks to the side of him and pushes his backpack away, “Wanna sit here?” 

Your heart lurches with the question, he was asking if you wanted to sit next to him. 

You shake your head, “I just have a question.” 

A grin, “Shoot.” 

You gulp, why did you do this again? Oh. To prove you had a chance. 

“In a strictly non friendly way,” 

“Uh oh.” He voices. 

You smile, “Do you think I’m pretty?” 

Peter freezes, “Oh! Uh, I mean, me?” 

“You what?” 

“Me! You’re asking me? Of course I think you’re pretty!” 

You smile, “Thanks, Peter. But, am I pretty in a non friendly way?” 

He looks confused, “What would be a non friendly pretty?” 

You roll your eyes, “Like, pretty enough to date.” 

His eyes go wide, pink coats his cheeks. 

“Oh, oh!” He nods enthusiastically, “Yeah! You’re dating pretty, don’t worry about it.”

You thank him and walk away with your head a little higher. Your group quiets when you approach, MJ greets you with raised eyebrows. She has to pretend the whole group wasn’t just talking about you and Peter.

“What was that about?” 

You sit your stuff down and take a seat, you shrug and look at her. 

“He said I was pretty.” 

Flash commends the size of your balls. 

You thank him.

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“Y/N asked if she was dating pretty today, what does that mean?” 

Ned shrugs, “Google it.” 

Peter gives him a ferocious look, “And what would Google say?” 

Ned sighs as he looks over Betty, “Are you sure she’s not talking about me?” 

Peter looks towards the back of the class, you and Betty sat next to each other giggling. Peter tells himself not to, but he does. 

He hones in, he doesn’t get much. He’s learned to listen in enough to get the details, but protect the person at stake. 

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he wants to listen to more. 

“Uh, they’re talking about a double date.”   

Ned throws up his hands, his jaw is dropped and he’s looking between Peter, you and Betty. 

“Well?” 

Peter looks around, “Well what?” 

Ned tugs at Peter’s arm, “With who?” 

Peter’s eyes widened, “Oh!” 

“I’m sure Peter would be down, Y/N.” Betty shoulder checked you and winked, you groaned and looked up at Peter, he was looking at you. Even though he was across the room you felt paranoid he could hear you. 

You smiled at Peter and turned to your friend, “Sure, you ask Ned first.” 

Betty drops her jaw and looks at Ned, she starts to sputter. 

“No! That is not the plan, at all!” 

You huff at her, “The plan was to use Peter against me? You’re sick for that.” 

Peter knows he should stop listening, he’s caught on, the double date was with him and Ned, but he also wants to keep listening. 

“No! I never said that!” 

You narrow your eyes, “Look, it would make sense for you to ask Ned on a date.” 

Betty turns her nose up, “Well, the same could be said for you and Peter.” 

Peter Parker can’t help but feel a bit giddy, you asking him on a date? He would never shut up about it again. 

Ned is pawing at Peter’s shoulder begging for an update, he shrugs him off and keeps listening. 

“What? No, it literally could not. You and Ned flirt all the time, everyone knows it’s gonna happen, it just when.” 

Betty is slightly confused, she's wondering if you two are fighting. Just slightly. 

“Do you think you’re not flirting with Peter?” 

You blink and Peter watches your mouth open, you’re about to reply when Ned shakes him hard. 

“Well?” 

Peter turns back around and scoots his chair closer to the desk. 

“It’s us.” 

“What is?” 

Peter clears his throat, “The double date, it’s us.” 

Ned’s eyes light up, the thing he’s been searching for in conversation is coming to fruition, then dials it back some. 

“Betty wants me, right?” 

Peter nods. 

“And Y/N wants you?” 

Peter shrugs. 

“I mean, it makes sense. She’s always trying to hook up with you.” 

Peter’s head spins, “What?” 

Ned pulls his head back, “Well, yeah. I just thought you weren’t interested. She’s always trying to make a move when we hang out.” 

Peter is in disbelief, “She is?” 

“Bro, she literally only hugs you when we all hang out. When she gets there and when she leaves, she wants you all over her. Like, now.” 

Peter is nibbling his lip, he never thought he had a chance. He just thought you were extra friendly towards him, maybe you thought he needed a friend. He didn’t know you wanted him like that though. 

He decides to listen in, one last time. Then he swears he was done, forever. 

Betty huffs, she’s lovely but absolutely stubborn. 

“Then fine, I’m not asking Ned until you ask Peter first.” 

“That’s fine, Ms. Brant. But I’m never gonna ask him.” 

Betty huffs again then looks to the boys and sees Peter looking at you, she gets a wicked grin across her face. 

“Then I’ll make him ask you.” 

You turn your head to see her looking at Peter, you start to backtrack immediately. 

“No! No, no, no. You won’t. You promise me you won’t get Peter involved.” 

Betty pretends she didn’t hear you. 

“Betty, I’m serious. Promise me right now you won’t involve Peter.” 

She starts to hum, this is a game to her. You know what she wants and you’re about to give in. 

“Betty please, don’t involve him. I’ll ask anyone else, if you’re that dead set on a double date I’ll ask literally anyone else.” 

She pretends to think about it, then calls out across the room. 

“Hey, Peter?” 

You whip your head to his, he’s looking at Betty confused. You start to melt and panic. 

“You won’t.” You mutter the words. 

“Come here?” 

Peter looks at Ned and shrugs, he goes to stand. 

Your heartbeat is hammering your chest, you grip Betty’s elbow tightly. 

“Stop it, Betty. It’s not funny anymore.” 

Peter’s walking over, you feel your hands shake. You curl them into fists.

“Betty!” You look over your shoulder, he’s about to be here. 

“I’ll ask him! I’ll ask him!” 

Betty smiles, it’s like she's asking you if it was that hard. 

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face when Peter not only approached your side of the desk, but also smiled at you first and made sure you saw him before looking at Betty. 

“You called?” 

Betty grins, it makes you feel sick. 

“I was thinking of asking Ned on a date, what’s his favorite food?” 

Peter thinks of his next words carefully, he makes sure to look at you when he speaks. 

“We’re both pizza kinda guys.” 

You shudder. it was never about asking Peter for you, it was about forcing you to say yes. 

“What’s his favorite? He strikes me as a hawaiian type of guy.” 

He grins, “You guessed right.” 

You speak up, “You strike me as a cheese or pepperoni type.” 

Peter tilts his head, “Do I?” 

You shake your head, “Actually, I think you’re a ‘any type of pizza will do, as long as I can pile as much parmesan cheese as humanly possible on it.’ kind of guy.” 

He hums, “Are you a crushed red pepper kind of gal?” 

You shrug and feel your cheeks get warm, “Maybe.” 

“That’s good then, none of the packets get wasted. Look at us, the zero waste couple.” 

“Couple of besties?” You give a nervous grin. 

Peter nods, “Sure.” 

You swallow hard, you were never prepared for Peter to say something flirty to you, he was supposed to be the nervous quiet one, but you have a feeling he can be extremely charming when he wants to be. 

Betty eyes you then looks at Peter, you notice they share a look but you can’t place what it is. 

“Pizza then?” 

“Trust me Bets, Ned is gonna scream when you ask him out. He’s been dying to do it but it’s always nice to know when a girl is into you.” 

He let that last line slip, he’s trying to hint to ask him without laying it out. Or let you know he was listening in. 

“Does he really? I swear he doesn’t make it known.” 

You look over at Ned, you have no clue how she thinks he doesn’t make it known. He followed her around like a puppy and was at her beck and call. Not to mention he’s watching the entire encounter rocking in his seat biting his nails. 

And you were scared you looked nervous. 

You point at Peter’s best friend, “Really, Bets? He doesn’t make it known?” 

Peter pats your head, “What she said.” 

You bite your bottom lip hard to stop the whimper from escaping, Peter shares a glance with you, you’re pretty sure he heard you. 

“So it’s an easy yes?” 

Peter nods, “The easiest.” 

Betty nods at Peter then looks towards you, “Y/N? Anything you need to ask Peter?” 

Your cheeks feel hot, you give a death stare to Betty. 

“Uh, nope. Can’t think of anything.” 

Betty pushes, “You sure?” 

“Positive.” You push the word through clenched teeth. 

Betty waits with pursed lips and when you offer no more she nods slightly, she can play this game too. 

“Thanks for the advice, Peter. But I don’t think I’m going to ask yet.” 

You want to disappear, and you are extra aware of Peter’s body next to yours. If you leaned against him you would rest into his waist, you wanted to make him proud again, so he could give you another celebratory pat. 

“He’s there when you’re ready, Betty. Stays between us, promise.” Then he looks at you before he departs, “Hey, you going to Flash’s party tonight?” 

You don’t trust your voice and nod, Peter watches where you chew on your lip. 

“Good, I’ll see you there.” He taps your shoulder with a punch and walks back towards his best friend. 

Ned looks at him with wide eyes, his fingernails are nubs. 

“Well?” 

Peter sighs dreamily, “I’m gonna make her ask me out.” 

—---------

“Peter!” 

“Y/N!” 

You both point at each other then meet in the middle for a hug, Peter sways you slightly and pulls away. 

“Long time no see!” He jokes, you giggle along. He’s just so funny. 

“No kidding, you know time stops when you’re not around.” You wink to play off the joke. 

Peter scrunches his nose like a bunny, “I love when you flirt with me. Want a drink?” 

You feel frozen for a moment, he’s not supposed to catch on. He was supposed to play dumb until you all grow up and get married and have kids and one night over lunch when you catch up after years you let it slip that you had a giant crush and always waited for him to notice. He wasn’t supposed to notice now. 

“What are you drinking?” You clock his red cup, he’s not a drinker but it’s not a water bottle this time. 

He holds it out, “Try?” 

You take it and raise it to your lips, it’s nearly empty. You can’t help but think about this being the first time you’ve shared a drink with Peter, you’re putting your lips where his were. The only thing more intimate than this is sharing a bite of food. If you pretend hard enough you can say that you’ve technically kissed him. 

It’s sweet and you can’t detect alcohol. You pull back and eye him, he’s waiting for your reaction. He hopes you like it. You pull a face then try it again, you’re trying to place it. 

“Like it?” 

“It’s like a cherry sprite, but like, better?” 

“It is! I can make you one?” 

Peter pushed you towards the kitchen with a hand to your back, you felt his palm through the material of your shirt and realized how cold the rest of you felt. Small conversation carried you through the wait, he made each of you a cup and handed it over. 

You both took a sip at the same time, you pulled back with a slight frown then took another sip. Peter watched you furrow your brows before you reached out for his own and took a sip. You make a confused sound. 

“Hm?” 

You shrug, “Your’s tastes better.” 

Peter thinks it's adorable, he can only hope that if this goes the way he’s thinking that you would carry this over. He always wants his to taste better, just because it’s his. 

“I’d offer to swap but then I’d think that one would taste better.” 

You nod, “I think you’re right.” Then hold your own out, “Cheers!” Peter obliges then holds his back when you try to tap it, “What are we cheering for?” You pucker, “Do we need a reason?” 

Peter pouts, “No, I guess not. Feels better to have one though.” 

You think for a reason then exclaim, “Here’s one,” You raise your cup again, “Here’s to new friends!” 

“And couples!” Peter taps his cup on yours. 

“What?” You eye him down, did he just say what you thought?” 

He nods his head towards Ned and Betty, totally wrapped up in each other. 

“Right! To new friends and couples.” 

Peter was about to speak again when Flash’s voice rang out on the DJ speaker. 

“Friends to the inner ring, losers stay away.” 

MJ immediately leaves from the inner circle to the kitchen, “MJ! You’re a friend!” 

She calls behind her, “I know you consider me one!” She stops when she sees you and Peter chatting closely. 

She nods her head in recognition, “Nice.” 

“What are you doing?” You watch her open cabinets moving around the kitchen. 

“Making toast. Take my place for me.” 

You made a pit stop to the bathroom and came back to the living room, the whole group sat across the couches and criss-crossed on the floor, there was not one space open. Peter took the last spot, you were about to sit in the kitchen with MJ when Peter waved you over and tapped his lap. You felt warm just thinking of sitting on his lap, it was closer than you’ve ever been before. You would literally be on top of him, and if you were to move just right perhaps you’d get even closer. 

You held your breath as you lightly rested on his lap, most of your weight rested on your feet you kept planted on the ground. Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him, your feet dangled between his knees and his chest was against your back. He delicately wrapped his other arm around your waist, he was hugging you to him. 

“Good?” He tried to look around at your face, instead you gave in and rested your head against his shoulder and rested a hand over his on your waist. You nodded against his neck, he grinned softly, “Good.” 

The rest of the party went by quickly, it was just a few rounds of some games but nothing too crazy. Some truth or dare, some never have I ever, some beer pong but nothing that led to anything more between you and Peter. He did however stick to your side the whole night. 

Betty and MJ had to nearly pull you from his side to leave, you wish they would’ve left you so that Peter would walk you home and you could maybe score a midnight smooch but they didn’t let you get the chance. 

“Say bye to Peter, Y/N.” 

You pout at Peter, you’re wishing he says he’ll take you home instead. He thinks that’s what you want too, but he has patrol after this, he even has the suit on. 

“Bye Peter. I’ll see you on Monday.” You reach in for a hug, he squeezes you and talks in your ear. 

“Bye Y/N. Let me know when you’re home, okay?” You grin into his shirt, he’s never said that before. You pull away and he looks over your face and hesitates before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “See you Monday.” 

The only thing you can do is nod, you smile softly then step back into MJ and Betty who are ‘oohing’ softly at Peter’s move. You can’t even form words, your knees feel shaky and all your pacing thoughts are screaming his name over and over. Peter grins at your reaction before turning and going back to Ned who is now ready to leave since Betty is no longer there to entertain, Peter feels the same way. 

—-----------

Okay, Peter swears this is the final time. 

He’s never going to listen in on you ever again, he just needs to know what you’re feeling right now. He’s just making sure you’re okay, you didn’t talk over the weekend beyond the ‘home safe’ text and his ‘good, i had fun tonight! thanks for hanging with me!’ text. After he finds out what you’re thinking he’ll trust the process, he just needs to be sure you know he’s interested. 

You were distraught, did you go up to Peter? You got closer than ever at Flash’s party, but he didn’t text you all weekend, but you didn’t either. You wanted to pull at your hair, you had a feeling Peter was the ‘what you give is what you receive’ kind of guy. You swallow the lump in your throat and walk towards him. 

“Hi.”

Peter opens his arms, “Hi.” 

Your face lights up, he’s never initiated a hug before. You step into his hold and melt into him this time, no more pretending you didn’t absolutely love this. 

“Good Morning.” He mumbles the words in your ear, you mumble them back into his chest. 

“I don’t want to go to math, go for me.” 

Peter rests his chin on your head and pulls you in tighter, “Wanna swap? I have advanced trigonometry.” 

You pull away and squint at him, “Ew.” 

“I know right?” 

“It’s cause you’re such a smartie. I bet I could quiz you on anything and you would know it.” 

Peter grins, “Wanna come over and test that theory?” 

Your eyes widen, “Just you and me?” 

Peter laughs, “Unless you want to make it a decathlon.” 

A joke. 

He’s joking. 

“Bet, I’ll start working on the flash cards. Irrelevant question, what is your toughest subject?” 

He blows air through his lips and shrugs, he lets out the word with an honest chuckle. 

“Girls.” 

You swallow, “Noted.” 

—------------------

He was losing his window of opportunity. 

Good thing, you and Betty sat with him and Ned at lunch. (MJ and Flash followed.) Bad thing, he couldn’t listen to you talk about him. Peter will admit that it feels good to openly like someone and not be scared because he knows the other likes him too, it gives him confidence like he’s never had before. 

You sat next to him too, it went: him, you, Betty, Ned, Flash then two seats away from him, one from Peter was MJ. The table was loud, everyone having mixed conversations, once it quieted down some MJ was reminded of something. 

“Hey, Peter. Are we still doing the thing tonight?” 

What thing? You weren’t told of a thing, was it a Peter and MJ thing? I mean, MJ doesn’t like Peter and you’re almost sure Peter likes you but what is that thing tonight? 

“Yeah! I think Ned is gonna invite Betty too if that’s cool?” 

MJ nods, “Betty’s cool.” 

Peter then nudged his nose against the side of your face, you turn and he’s right there. You notice him glance at your lips for a quick second then asks, “Busy tonight?” 

You hum and think, “I don’t think so.” 

Peter grins, “Wanna come over? It’s game night.” 

“What kind of games?” 

“Mostly video games, MJ and Ned have a switch so we all take turns. But I have some two player board games if you want to play me.” 

You give him puppy dog eyes, “That is so cute.” 

“Is it?” Peter didn’t know it was that easy, he just wanted you to feel included if you didn’t want to watch him or your friends play games. 

You bite your lip and nod, without thinking he places his thumb on your chin and pulls down releasing it. You stare at him and he watches your pupils go wide, he was about to apologize but he won’t now. He’ll let you believe he did that on purpose. 

“Do you have Guess Who?” You clear your throat and try to level your breathing after his stunt. 

“Think so, I have a couple of good ones. I’ll show you when you come over.” 

You look him up and down, “Can I wear my PJ’s?” 

Peter holds a hand to his chest, “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.” 

You hold out your hand to shake his like a business agreement, “Deal.” 

He tells you he’ll text you the details and you lean into him as you laugh at something Ned said in retort to something Flash said. Your head was against his arm, he carefully watched as you made eye contact with Betty, she raised her eyebrows slightly and you carefully nodded your head.

He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you into him. 

Peter knows he has you now. 

—--------------

“Okay, what’s up with you and Y/N?” MJ wasn’t one to care, she promises. But you did consider her a friend on the inside and Peter was acting extremely touchy feely with you and he’s never done that before. Not to mention he kissed your cheek the other night. 

You couldn’t shut up about it on the way home, and of course the group text with you and Betty had been blowing up like crazy. You were constantly analyzing Peter’s every move and Betty was doing the same with Ned. If MJ was honest, and she would never admit it, Flash was her favorite right now. 

“Uh, nothing?” 

MJ nodded, “Nice to know we’re lying.” 

“I don’t know. I know she’s into me and Betty wants to ask Ned out but she won’t do it until Y/N asks me first, but she doesn’t think I’m into her so I’m trying to show her that I am so she’ll ask me.” 

“How the hell do you know about this?” 

Peter shrugs sheepishly, “I listened.” 

MJ groans, “You said you were gonna stop!” 

“I know! Ned was begging me and I accidentally heard it, and now I know she’s into me. I just want to make sure this actually happens.” 

Ned walked in the front door and shook his shoulders, “It’s freezing tonight.” 

Peter glanced at his phone to see if you texted him again, he told you to let him know when you were on your way up, he wanted to catch you in the hallway. Alone. 

“Y/N and Betty are on their way, by the way.” 

“Betty’s bringing her switch so we can all game.” Ned shot finger guns at MJ, she blocked the imaginary hits. 

“Sweet. I’m gonna kick double ass in Mario Kart.” 

Ned looks at Peter, “What are you doing?” 

“I think we’re gonna play some games in my room.” 

MJ waggles her eyebrows, “Alone?” 

“Yeah?” 

Ned whistles, “On your bed?” 

“Probably.” Peter doesn’t see what’s wrong. 

“She’s gonna think you’re making a move, you know that right?” MJ clicks her teeth at him. 

“Like what?” 

MJ chewed on her lip, “She asked me if you’ve ever kissed someone.” 

Ned whoops, “Get it, dude!” 

Peter isn’t that surprised, he wants to kiss you too after all. And maybe that was slightly his plan already, he was trying to separate the both of you from the pack. He just wanted to talk with you more and he couldn't spit game as confidently when his friends were watching and listening. Peter also can’t think of a downside of kissing you either, it just seems really lovely. 

“It’s almost like I planned it.” He winks at his friends as they realize he did in fact plan it to be this way. 

His phone buzzes, “Hold on.” 

He opens the door to see you and Betty’s smiling faces, “Hello.” He reaches in for a hug, you first then Betty. “If you wanna head in you can,” He smiles at Betty and watches her step through the threshold, you go to follow and he steps in front of you. He softly closes the door behind her, you watch expectantly. 

“Hi.” He smiles. 

“Hi.” You mimic.

He almost kisses you now, he opts for pulling you in for a second hug. You’re surprised but latch on tightly, he pulls away and places a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s softer than the one at the party, it’s intimate, it was a private kiss. 

“Thank you for coming.” He whispers against your skin. 

Your cheeks flush, you’ve never felt this seen before. Peter notices everything about you, and you wonder why it took him this long. You can’t help but get lost in daydreams where he was truly yours and his kisses never stopped, even as they trailed down your body. 

“Thank you for inviting me.” 

He didn’t even look at what you were wearing, he tilted your head up with his hand on your jaw. 

“You look pretty.” 

You blinked slowly, you kept looking between his eyes and his mouth. He said his worst subject was girls, you think he’s a liar, he’s too smooth and quick. 

“You’re better at this than me.” 

Peter just grins smugly. He’s better at the flirting game and he knows it. Spider-Man has some quick wit and it’s helped Peter out tremendously. 

As soon as you both stepped through the door MJ berated you, “What were you two doing out there?” You wince and suck a breath through your teeth, “Making out. Hard core face sucking, had a full round of tonsil hockey.” 

MJ narrowed her eyes, “Oh? Peter finally kissed you?” 

This is what Peter means when he says his friends ruin his game. 

You nod, “Oh yeah. Had me pressed against the wall and everything. I’m still seeing stars.” 

It’s funny, nothing actually happened but what did felt more personal than actually telling your friends about a hook up session. 

“Really?” Betty gasped, fully amazed that you had actually done it. 

You frowned slightly, she seemed so excited for you. You had to let her know you were kidding. 

“Yup. He even asked for my hand in marriage, right Peter?” 

He nods, “We haven’t set a date yet.” 

Betty boos with Ned, “No fair, we actually believed you.” 

MJ shook her head, “No way. Peter’s not the make out in the hallway type.” 

Peter makes kissy faces at MJ, “Wanna find out?” 

MJ gags.

Ned huffs, “Betty and I are setting up Mario Kart.” 

“I’m making popcorn.” MJ backs up into the kitchen. 

Peter tugs you into him, “Wanna check out my games?” 

—-----

You may or may not be trying a little extra hard to make your butt look good as you bend down looking at the games, Peter’s standing behind you and you just hope he’s taking a little look. Your PJ’s did hug you just right. 

“You know I’ve never played chess?” You move the box to the right and find Connect Four, you pass him the box and he gasps. “Never?” 

“Nope.” You wish you could play Clue, it was a favorite. You’re gonna team up with Betty to get the boys to play with you, MJ was an easy add if everyone else played. 

“Never learned?” 

You shake your head, “Never did. I dated one guy in middle school who did it competitively, and seeing as he was my boyfriend and a master in the game, or at least I thought he was at the time, I asked if he would teach me and he laughed at me and said it was “too advanced for a brain like mine.” So I vowed to never play it.” 

You stood and handed him two more games, Guess Who and Battleship. 

Peter frowned, “Sounds like a dolt. If you want, I would love to teach you. The hardest part is learning what the pieces do, after that it’s all strategy.” 

You smile, “Don’t make fun of me but that would be a cute date.” 

He laughs, “Teaching you chess?” 

“Yes! You would be like this does that, and this does that, and you would let me practice on you, but you wouldn’t let me win cause then you can tell me why I failed so I actually get better.” 

Peter doesn’t know why he thought girls were so hard to please, he thinks that's just what he’s been told. But so far all you really want to do is hang out with him. 

“We can do it later this week if you’re up for it.”  

You grin and nod, “Yes! You’re awesome, thank you so much!”  

You also are extremely excited to see Peter concentrated and calculated with his moves. 

Peter tells you it’s no biggie, then asks if you want to play in his room. You breathe in and nod, you were nervous to be in Peter’s room for the first time ever, and alone with him. It was slightly calmer if you think about how this is the first of many times you’ll see this room. You’re hoping you’ll be looking at the ceiling a lot more, though. 

He points to his bed when you enter, “I’m leaning towards Guess Who first.” 

You kick your shoes off and sit on his bed, “Comfy.” 

“Just big enough for two.” 

The way he speaks so casually makes you sweat. He’s a natural when it comes to flirting with you, you feel kiddish thinking about your lame attempts you call flirting. No wonder it went over his head for so long. 

“Red or blue?” He holds up the plastic, “Red.” He nods in approval, “Nice choice.”

You hum, “Spider-Man wears red, I like red. I’m easy.” 

He looks at you, “You like Spider-Man?” 

You draw your head back, “You don’t?” 

“I do! I didn’t know you were a fan, that’s all.” 

“I’ve never seen him in person though, MJ has and I ask her about it all the time but she’s just super generic. Have you seen him?” 

Peter clears his throat, “A few times.” 

You drop your jaw, “No way! Tell me!” 

“Nothing special, just the usual walking down the street and seeing him swinging.” 

“That’s so cool though, have you seen him just fucking people up? Like when he does that web thing when he picks them up and slams them down? It’s so sick. Or when he wraps them up and like, flies towards them and double kicks their chest?” 

Peter pretends to think about it, “I think I’ve seen some videos. He’s pretty cool, he’s got a few sick moves.” 

“He’s my Harry Styles, if I saw him I’d melt down and cry and ask him to gently hold me. Like, it sounds crazy but I just know he’s cool. I don’t even like him like that, I just want to be his best friend.” 

Peter wants to ask how you’d feel knowing you were about to make out with him. 

“Total fangirl moment?” 

“Pictures and all. I’d ask him to sign my tits, no joke.” 

Peter throws his head back in a laugh, you smile at how he lights up. You love making him so happy. 

“Okay!” You clap your hands. 

“Is your person wearing a hat?” 

“Nope.” 

“Is your person wearing glasses?” 

“No.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Does your person have a beard?” 

“Fuck off, Peter. I’m moving in.” 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

“Is your person old?” 

“Ancient.” 

“Is your person Sam?” 

You narrow your eyes at Peter, “Is this how it’s going to be between us? You always winning?” 

“I ask good questions, stick around me long enough and you’ll get better at dodging me.” 

“I could eat you up in scrabble.” You mutter. 

“Yes you could, I’m ass at scrabble.” 

Somewhere after the hour mark you’ve made your way to Battleship, it’s been a close game both of you have one more hit on the other person. You’re starting to feel the pressure, you try and calculate where he is, if you guess wrong he’s going to win. You know it. 

You hold your breath, “C-4.” Peter looks at you and builds the suspense, then frowns. “Miss.” You groan, “Ugh, go ahead and sink me.” He smiles softly, “D-11.” You grunt at your board, “I’m swimming in the ocean with hope and a lifejacket.” 

“Don’t worry, my one boat will come to save you.” 

You snort, “Don’t worry babe, I blew your engines. You’re sinking next.” 

“Are we gonna Jack and Rose it?” 

You nod stiffly, “I’d let you die for me, yes.” 

The room gets quiet, it makes you want to puke but you think the time is right. You told Betty you’d do it tonight, and Peter isn’t so scary, you just hate the feeling of rejection. 

“Remember when Betty called you over about Ned?” 

Peter has to pretend to think about it, he hums as he’s setting up his ships again. 

“Well, she was trying to set up like this double date thing cause she’s too scared to go out with him alone for the first time. I mean nervous, not scared. Ned’s not scary.” 

He hums again, he’s placing the third ship. He’s nearly holding his breath in excitement. 

“And she wanted me to, like she asked if I would, I uh, nevermind.” 

You lost the steam, you weren’t even sure how to word it without making it seem like a favor. 

“I’m listening, she asked if you would what?” 

“It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid. Are you almost done?” You almost looked over to see if he was done placing his ships but stopped before you would ruin the game. 

He looked up at you, “Tell me about Betty, come on.” 

You shook your head and bit your lip, he took his chance and leaned forward to untuck it like he did earlier. Peter watched your pupils blow like before, he looked between your eyes and mouth before moving in. You felt his hand move to cup at your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before hooking his hand around your face. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you knew what he was doing. He watched your reaction as he pulled you near him, he leaned in closer. He was taking his time, you were nearly shaking waiting for him to just kiss you, he was slowly building the tension. He wanted you to know he wanted this just as much as you did. 

He smiled as he leaned in, just inches away. He brushed his lips against yours, the feather like promise of more. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, he took that as a sign. His lips pressed against yours and your spine jolted, electricity felt like it ran through you, it didn’t hurt but it woke you up. You gripped at the back of his neck and held him tighter to you, you had dreamed of this for months, you weren’t letting go easily. 

Peter moved against you slowly, he felt as you opened your mouth slightly and he took that as an invitation, he smoothed his tongue over yours and you moaned into his mouth. You’ve never felt this way before in a make out session, and this was just starting. He went until he felt choked for air, he pulled away slightly. You made a wet smacking sound when you separated. You raced for breath and kept your eyes closed, still panting you needed more. You opened your eyes to blink then pulled him back in, you were only able to last a minute before you searched for more air. 

You couldn’t help yourself, he tasted so sweet it felt impossible to pull away. Now that you know what you were missing you never wanted to go back. You told yourself one more, you tried to pull him in but he pulled your hands from behind his neck, “Breathe. I’m not going anywhere. Can’t make out if you're unconscious.” You nodded and made a show of you breathing, then you leaned in for one more, he bowed his head and laughed. “That good?” You drank him in with greedy eyes, you ached for him. “Please,” You whimpered the words, it sent chills down his spine, he loved the way that sounded. 

He nudged his nose against yours, “Please ask me, I’ll say yes.” He whispered his request.

He wasn’t talking about kissing, you knew that. He was asking about you asking him out, you know he was. He tied two and two together, you breathed in deeply. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” 

He nodded and placed his mouth on yours once more, you gripped at his shirt before shoving the plastic boxes to the side so you could get closer. You slowly shuffled toward him until you pulled away to straddle his waist, meeting his lips quickly before he could tell you to slow down. You’ve dreamed of this forever, you were in awe of what was happening, Peter Parker was making out with you, and it was really, really good. 

Betty tried to walk in to ask what time you were leaving, it was a school night after all. But she decided to back out and give you space when she saw you busy at work on top of Peter. She came from the room glowing, she couldn’t believe you had actually done it. 

“What’s going on in there?” 

Betty smiled at MJ, “They’re making out.” 

“Good for them!” Ned cheered out, he passed the finish line before MJ, “Last lap, loser.” 

“That reminds me!” Ned looked over at Betty, “What?” 

“Wanna go on a date with me?” 

Ned dropped the remote, his character fell off a cliff. 

“Yes. God yes!” 

MJ is sure Flash is her favorite now. 

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom to either get me what I've asked for, or to just get me gift cards?

This probably makes me sound horrible and ungrateful, but this is an issue I've had for about the last ten years of my life. I love my mother dearly, and I am so insanely grateful that we are in a financial position where we can receive gifts at all. I'd genuinely be happy with just a card and a cozy day in, but my mom always insists it isn't Christmas without at least one or two things under the tree.

I always ask her routinely as we inch toward the later months of the year what she'd like, and I do my best to get her exactly what she wants. I'll get her one or two other things too, like some skincare or chocolates or shoes or something, but I always stick to what she actually asks for.

If she asks me for a specific dress, she'll get it. If she asks me for a certain type of perfume, she'll get it.

The same....Cannot be said for her.

I've begged her over the years to just stick to getting me what I ask for. I don't ask for anything expensive. I think the most expensive thing I've ever asked for were concert tickets, and I offered to pay half. I just more or less wanted help actually getting them, because as we all know, concert tickets sell so fast its like you blink and they're gone, and the more people you have trying to get them the more chances of success.

Usually I'll ask for something like a particular poster I saw online, or a bedding set, a new phone case, ect. Small, easy to get things because honestly, I don't need that much.

What I actually end up with is a bunch of random stuff I will never use and clothing I'd never wear and once or twice, tickets to do things I hate doing.

Its like she asks me what I want then goes out of her way to get me the exact opposite of what I've asked for. She always pouts at me and berates me for 'looking disappointed' or never using anything she gets me (I hold onto it for a few months then quietly give it away to a friend or thrift store).

It makes me feel guilty, but this is a conversation we have every. Single. Christmas.

(For example I'll ask for, say, a pair of white shoes. What I'll actually get is a box of wind up toys from the dollar store, expensive paint brushes when I've never touched paint in my life, and a box of chocolates from a brand I don't like.)

This year, once again, she asked me for my list, and I just gave her some stores and told her I'd like gift cards to those places. She gave me a weird look and dropped it, but asked again a few times, and each time I just reiterated what stores I wanted gift cards to.

Well lo behold, I come home from college and there's packages under the tree. Proper packages, not just envelopes or anything else that a gift card would realistically be in.

I guess I was staring at the tree with a weird/sour expression, because it wound up starting an argument between us. Her argument was she's getting me gifts, I should be grateful, and she tries really hard but I'm just 'impossible to please.'

My argument is I tell her repeatedly exactly what I want and not once have I ever gotten what's actually on my list. In which case, why the fuck should I bother writing a list? I'd rather have the gift cards so I can buy exactly what I wanted in the first place.

She said I ask for clothes, I get clothes. I said I ask for specific clothes and she gets me ones that I wouldn't even look at in the store, let alone buy.

The whole argument ended up with her calling me an ungrateful asshole and confiscating my gifts to return them all after the New Year. She told me I can just have the money from returning them and 'be fucking happy for once.'

Its Christmas Eve and she's still not speaking to me. I feel terrible, but I'm also relieved. Either this means from now on she won't get me anything, or from now on if she asks for my list she'll actually get me what's on it.

My dad is staying in the middle. He said I'm right, and over the years he's tried to convince her not to buy all that stuff, but he also said I should've just done what I always do, fake a smile, and get rid of it later.

Is he right or was this fight a blessing in disguise? Am I the asshole for ruining Christmas or am I justified in voicing what I have for the last ten years running?

What are these acronyms?

[passivenovember]

Billy knows he's pregnant because he has a double whopper with no cheese on the way home from Loch Nora.

Billy hates the Burger King. It tastes like cardboard and the cheese burns noxious holes in his stomach, probably, but things change when you're gonna be a mom.

A dad. Whatever.

Steve Harrington shoots his wad and, like magic, like Steve Harrington's spunk has turned everything inside him into stardust, Billy can't get enough of the shit. He'd buy cologne made of BK's burger fat, if he could, and spend all day sucking on his wrist like a dog.

So. Billy's pregnant. It's obvious. Among other things.

And no one ever said Steve Harrington was smart, not in any way that matters, and Billy can't learn his lesson. They fuck on Thursday night because apparently this is a middle-of-the-week kind of arrangement, now, and Harrington comes apart inside of Billy because you're on the pill, Malibu, it's okay.

Billy likes it. Lets him. Thinks, there's probably no harm in it now that he's no longer the Virgin Mary. It feels immaculate, anyhow, that this could happen.

Steve fucks into him sloppy, losing his rhythm until he spills, and tears swamp Billy's vision so he misses the whole fuckin' thing. The main show.

He wants to keep the baby. No one ever said Billy was smart, either.

But there are things in this life he'll keep to himself. He's allowed that. He shares so much with Max and Steve, and by association all the other fucking people that love Steve, and it gets old.

He can have this.

Billy thinks that this could be just for him.

"Fuck, Billy," Steve pulls out, but not before peppering Billy's face with soft butterfly kisses. His breath smells like them. Like blueberry seeds, underneath it all, "Goddamn, your pussy's magic."

Billy's hole runs sloppy. Too fucked out to hold anything in.

Billy almost laughs out loud, because. It's magic. It's a joke, right, his pussy swallowed and now there's--

"Love that thing you do with your hips. Love the sounds you make when my shaft rubs--"

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I was normal, before you let me hit," Steve trails damp, sticky fingers through Billy's chest hair. "You hungry?"

I'm pregnant. "No."

"Sure?" Steve rolls closer on the mattress, nosing Billy's damp, pillow-squashed curls out of the way, "You smell like you could eat a fucking village."

"I'm fine."

"Orphans and all, baby."

"So fucking weird."

Steve hums. Pulls on Billy's earring with his teeth and then licks a wet, fat stripe over his bonding patch. Teasing. "If you're hungry I could get us food."

"I'm fine."

"Really, I just need to put some shorts on and I'm outta here, fuckin'. Pedal to the metal--"

"Jesus Christ, I said I'm not hungry so fucking drop it, asshole," Billy shoves away, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He feels around on the carpet for his jeans, his t-shirt, his converse.

Steve runs out of him, gluing him to 500 count Egyptian Cotton. Pisses him off.

"Billy," Steve says.

Billy tugs his socks on. He was freezing, apparently. Never realized it. His teeth chatter so he stoops, reaching for the closest hoodie shaped thing in their heap of discarded clothes, and then.

"You don't have to go, baby," Steve pokes him between the shoulder blades, gentle as a falling leaf. "Please stay."

"You're pissing me off."

"What else is new."

"I'm gonna--"

Steve wraps around Billy like a blanket, cock soft and sticky against Billy's tailbone. His legs are lean and strong, all muscle and good intentions, just like the rest of him.

Billy hates it.

He melts back against Steve's chest, anyway, vision swamped again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I gotta beg?"

"Little manners might be nice."

"Billy Hargrove. Please tell me what's got you smelling like a sugar factory caught fire." Steve pets through his hair. Knows how it turns Billy to putty. Has to. "Omega troubles?"

Billy bites down on the inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. "You wouldn't get it."

"I could try," Steve tells him. His lips are soft against he back of Billy's neck, at his ear lobe, on the tense knob of his shoulder. "Please. Tell me so I can fix it."

"You can't," Billy says, traitor voice cracking open, raw, "You can't fix it. It's mine."

My life. My baby.

"Okay," Steve says easily. Kind and good and sweeter than anything Billy could ever deserve, "Stay the night, so I can cook for you before you fall asleep, and again in the morning."

Billy swallows, throat clicking like a dead lighter. Can't breathe, can't--

"It's alright," Steve kisses his neck, "Everything will feel better in the morning."

"We never should've started this bullshit," Billy sits up, heart lurching at the soft, pained noise Steve lets out into the air between them. He can't handle this shit. He can't do this, he can't--

"Billy--

"I'm pregnant," Billy says to Steve's Duran-Duran poster. Can't believe how young he feels, in this moment. Can't begin to wrap his head around the fact that he's twenty years old, and he's in Hawkins, Indiana, and he's going to have a fucking baby with someone who's got such a shitty taste in music, and--

He wants it.

More than he's ever wanted anything. Billy opens his mouth to say it, to scream it at the popcorn stucco, watching like a trillion angel eyes overhead.

But Steve breathes, like an old car trying to start. "You're sure?" He asks.

Billy's shaking even though Steve is a warm, solid weight against his back, burning them up. "Yes."

"How?" Steve asks, full of wonder, and Billy has to get away.

The carpet is heaven under his feet. "I've been. Eating a lot of Burger King."

"Burger King."

"Yeah. Cravings for shit I never liked before. Double whoppers with no cheese," Billy wrings his hands, "And. I didn't have a heat this month, so Joyce took me to the clinic. They said I'm only a few weeks along, but everything is good with her."

Steve makes a wet, heavy sound.

"I dunno. It kinda. Feels like one," Billy rubs a palm over his belly, quick as lightning, "I think it's a girl."

"Billy, please look at me."

Billy does, horrified but swallowing it, one bitter mouthful at a time. He plants his feet and everything bubbles up inside him. This is his life, his body, his baby, and he's going to to this for himself. Steve doesn't have to worry or fork out any cash or put his life on hold just because he knocked up some desperate omega--

Steve's crying. "We're having a baby."

Billy didn't expect this. He falters, mouth working in shocked silence.

But then Steve moves.

He pulls Billy to him, chest heaving as he laughs, high and bright. "Holy, shit we're gonna be parents," Steve twirls them, hooping and hollering like they just won the NBA championship. "Goddamn, your pussy really is magic!"

Billy giggles, in spite of himself. All the other shit melts away, for now, shadows receding under the blinding light of Steve Harrington.

"I can't fucking believe this," Steve says, pulling back to hunt over Billy's face, full of wonder. "Do you think she's gonna have your eyes?"

"I. I don't--"

"I feel like in high school science class we learned something about the brown eyes gene kicking the blue eyes gene's ass? But I would fucking die if our baby comes out looking like you."

"You're not," Billy swallows, choking on tears. "You're not mad at me? Or disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" Steve repeats, his face falling. "Billy, are you serious? No. No, I've fucking. Ever since I met you I've been sitting in this room every night twirling my hair around one finger and kicking my feet because, I--"

Steve's thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against Billy's cheek.

"Billy, I love you," He says gently, "I love everything about you. You're smart and you're hilarious and you're so beautiful--"

"--Steve--"

"--You make my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. I can't believe you let a loser like me climb on top of you, much less--"

Billy kisses him, eating up Steve's next words.

They don't matter, when Steve leads them back to the mattress. He eats every soft, gooey whimper out of Billy's lungs, swallowing them down and tasting the damp running between Billy's legs.

Makes love to him, while they talk about the future.

Steve only makes one joke about his dick hurting the baby's head, and Billy thinks they should sign up for a class or two.

[rafesgoldrings]

Okay last little ‘drabble’ (that turned out way longer because I cant stop typing about my kook boys) i’m doing before taking a much needed break because I want @cherryniceties to know what happened the two times Topper went too far🤭 this is part 1/2

For the most part, the boys listened and knew your boundaries when it came to sex. But there was one night when Topper had gone too far, pissed off at his mom, pissed off that Sarah had tried weaseling her way into his life again because she needed something, and he took it out on you. He’d come to your place, where the three of you had been waiting for him, and immediately pulled out a small ziplock bag of coke. He’d pushed the powder into lines, covering one nostril and snorting it, the three of you looking at him in concern.

It wasn’t unusual for you all to get high, but something was clearly wrong and using coke to deal with anger never ended well. Now obviously things had escalated that night, the four of you naked in your king sized bed, Topper had asked to be in control of you tonight and Rafe reluctantly agreed knowing he was upset. But Topper had been too rough, hand repeatedly slapping your cheek, belt coming down on your ass, fingers overstimulating your clit until you were crying out in pain. And then you’d used your safe word, but Topper was too far gone in his high, his pleasure, his anger, to hear you. He’d kept going, gripping your hips firmly and holding you in place when you’d tried to squirm away. It wasn’t until Rafe pulled him off and threw him to the ground that you were relieved from the torture, curling up into the fetal position as sobs wracked your body.

Topper glared up at him, standing back in his feet and shoving his chest “What the fuck dude?”. Rafe just clenched his jaw and pointed at you “You went too fucking far with her. I get you’re pissed off that my bitch of a sister has fucked with you yet again, but you don’t get to take it out on her. Go take a fucking walk” Topper just scoffed, muttering a small ‘unbelievable’ under his breath and heading back to the bed. This time, Kelce stood and joined Rafe, leaving your curled up figure alone on the bed as you tried to comfort yourself. They grabbed his shoulders and dragged him down the stairs before throwing him out “If you come back inside before you calm down, I’ll break your fucking legs Topper. That’s a promise” Rafe spoke in an eerily calm voice, slamming the door shut and heading back upstairs with Kelce. Both of the boys spent the rest of the night comforting you, holding you in their arms as you cried, running you a warm bath, anything they could do to help.

When Topper sobered up, he’d gone home and slept it off, waking up the next morning and going to all your favorite stores to buy you anything he thought you would like. He’d knocked on your door, Jeep stuffed full of gifts, and when you opened it your face dropped. He’d begged you to just hear him out, that he was so sorry for hurting you. That he wasn’t in the right state of mind and shouldn’t have even shown up last night, that the knows you don’t want to see him right now but that he brought you something. It took a few days before you managed to forgive him, the atmosphere being tense between you four until things calmed down.

It wasn’t until you grabbed his hand and guided it under your shirt, his large hands manhandling your tits, cunt grinding against his thigh as you rested your forehead against his, that he knew you were ready to give him another chance. The other two boys watched his closely, ready to jump in if he started going too far, and couldn’t help their growing erections at the little whimpers you were letting out. The wet patch forming on Toppers shorts from your arousal leaking out, hips speeding up in desperation to fall apart on his muscular thigh, it was too much for them. Things were back to normal , now you could all fuck and makeup properly.

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[jqmalikhsgib]

beauty and the freak

three

you were pissed! the moment you heard the news about your mom moving into the house right across the street from you. you knew she only did that to piss your father off.

it angered you to your core! who the hell does she think she is?! your dad tried to keep you from blowing a fuse, but it was too late.

by the time eddie arrived to pick you up, you went off, cursing, yelling, and screaming. Eddie’s just hummed along. he was use to you constantly going on about how much distain you have for your mother.

“eddie?! are you even listening to me?”

“im sorry sweetheart, but is it such a bad thing she lives right across the street? its not like you have to see her everyday. im sure she’ll be in her own little bubble just like before.”

you scoffed. “that’s not the point edward!”

eddie sighs. “what is the point baby?”

you didn’t know what to say. mostly because you didn’t know why you were so angry by this. but eddie was suppose to just understand.

“as my boyfriend you’d think you would give a fuck about how i feel.” you roll your eyes.

eddie sighs once more. he really didn’t have the energy to argue with you.

“edward!”

“hey! i understand you have this huge issue with your mom, i do! but you do not talk to me like that. do you understand?!”

you huffed and folded your arms while looking out the window right when eddie parks.

he grabs your face a little roughly. you looked into his eyes before he speaks. “do you understand?!”

“yes, sir.”

“now, may we please have somewhat of a decent day? i canceled dnd tonight to watch my girl cheer today.”

you had been begging him to come see you from the moment the two of you started dating. unfortunately he had a dnd game every friday as well. he refused to cancel it simply because, just like cheer is important to you, dungeons and dragons is important to him.

this week was a very convenient one for him to cancel. gareth was grounded, mike and dustins family was going to visit their friend will, and lucas joined said basketball team, so he figured he might as well cancel tonight’s events.

“really?!”

eddie smirks. “yeah!”

you squealed before hugging him tightly. “you’re gonna enjoy it, i promise.”

“doubt it. couldn’t care less about basketball. but i do like that short little skirt you have to wear.” eddie smirks.

you playfully roll your eyes as eddie gets out of his van and goes to open the door for you. the two of you walk hand and hand, all eyes on you. people still didn’t get the appeal of eddie munson, but you couldn’t give three fucks.

your relationship with eddie was amazing. he treated you like the queen you are. no one else’s opinions mattered.

a few of your friends actually loved eddie once they got to know him. he was funny and charming so they understood. others, not so much.

“yn?!”

your turned and saw your best friend, ariana. “what’s up?”

“did you hear about what happened last night? apparently jason cheated on chrissy again, but she caught him in the act.”

“it was about time. we kept telling her he’s no good.”

“yeah, but that’s not the worst part. she forgave him instantly! he kept apologizing to her all night and she made him promise he’d never do it again.”

“she can’t be that dumb?!”

eddie was already over this conversation. not giving a single fuck about jason fucking carver.

“im gonna go find the guys. see you later, baby.” eddie kisses you passionately before walking away.

“god! you’re so lucky. eddie is literally the perfect man.”

you honestly couldn’t argue with that. eddie was the perfect man! and if this closed minded, dumb fucked town actually got to know the metal head, they’d realize he was the sweetest man on the planet. you were so sick of them judging eddie simply because he liked listening to heavy metal and playing a fantasy game.

eddie made you the happiest. no boyfriend before him has ever treated you the way he did. eddie was the kind of boyfriend to buy you flowers every date, run to the store to buy you pads or tampons when needed, cuddle you whenever you just needed someone to hold, listen to anything and everything you had to say, gives you random forehead kisses, and so much more. he was perfect in your eyes.

not to mention, the only man who could put you in your place. eddie was a very dominant man when it came to the bedroom. it’s something you lacked in the past. most guys just want to get off! they couldn’t care less about your needs. eddie, eddie made sure you came at least once before he fucked you into oblivion.

“i know! god, ari! he’s so romantic! just last night he took me out to this fancy ass restaurant outside of hawkins. he bought me my favorite flowers and spoiled me with anything i wanted! i don’t understand how i got so lucky with him. it still baffles me.” you slowly shake your head as you looked over and spot eddie talking to his group of friends.

“please find me an eddie, girl!”

“his best friend gareth is single!”

“the one with the short hair? he’s cute!”

“mhm! he’s still very skeptical of me. but i can ask eddie to talk to him for you. im sure he’d finally give me the green light as well. so far ive only been able to win dustin over.” you sigh.

it was hard on your relationship with eddie. you wanted—no, needed his friends to like you! you weren’t going anywhere, you let eddie know that the moment you took interest in him. he knew that of course! but his friends would still put things into his head. calling you suspicious, saying girls like you don’t date guys like them, saying you’re using him, calling it a bet like you’re in so basic ass rom-com! it hurt. you love eddie with your whole heart. sure, the two of you were young, but you knew eddie was your person. you wanted to marry him someday and have as many little munsons ruling the world in the future! but winning the friends over was a must! and you’d do anything and everything to try and prove to them you’re not going anywhere.

“set it up! we can double date.”

“texting eddie now,” the first bell rung. you say goodbye to ari as eddie walks over to you and walks you to your first class of the day.

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[ladylooch]

Omg it’s okay!!! My request was a smut with Nico and she has a breeding kink after playing with timo and Emma’s kid. And he sucks her tits a LOT. 🫠 and while they’re fucking he dirty talks about having a baby

-🌸 anon

A/N: Message me when you see what I did ☠️ Everyone say thank you 🌸 for smutty Nico and Lexi making our baby, Lucie.

Word Count: 2.0k

From this lil AU.

I am not sure how much longer I can take this. 

Our nephew, Lio, is in love with Nico today. He wants nothing to do with either of his parents. The result of Nico carting this baby everywhere is my fertile ovaries bouncing in my body. They ache for Nico until it spreads like consuming wildfire across my skin, burying deep into my bones. The only cure is getting railed.

I push out a heavy breath, catching Emma’s attention.

“You good? You seem like you’re anxious.”

“I- uh.. Yeah. Your brother with Lio is really cute.” Emma shields her eyes, looking to the pool where Nico and Timo supervise Lio’s swim time. He’s wearing little floaties and a floppy, fish bucket hat. Nico is holding him outwards, trolling him through the water as he laughs. 

“Yeah that is precious.” Emma whines. “If I didn’t remember labor so distinctly, I might pull the plug and beg for another.” She shrugs, going back to her magazine.

Pulling the birth control plug would be so easy for me right now. I just wouldn’t start my new pack. We could dive right into bed together and he could… My mind gets lost in the fantasy of him and I working together for something so special in our fancy hotel room. Nico has been talking about babies more and more the last few weeks. We have been spending so much time with Timo, Emma, and Lio. The endless baby snuggles and giggles have turned into a craving for us both. Our apartment feels too quiet. Our life has something missing. But babies are a big change. And neither of us has had the courage to spit it out loud yet.

Lio’s crying pulls me out of my daydream. The three boys walk towards us. The upset baby reaches out for his mom with big, crocodile tears, trying to wiggle from Nico’s grasp.

“Oh sweet boy. Come here. Are you tired?” Emma pulls her son into her chest, stroking at his cheek as she gets him ready to nurse. Timo tosses a thin blanket onto the two of them and sits beside Emma on her chaise.

“He’s really tired. He keeps getting water in his eyes from rubbing his fists into them.”

“Yeah, we should go back to the room for a bit.”

“Honestly, I could use a nap too. This kid tired me out being his chauffeur all day.” Nico tells us, yawning at the end.

“He loves you so much.” Emma smiles at her little brother. “You’re daddy material for sure.” Her distinct wink at me has my lips pursing with a giggle.

We all head towards the bank of elevators. Nico asks if I want to grab a drink at the bar, but I shake my head. I am also sleepy from laying in the sun doing absolutely nothing, and laying with him in bed sounds like pure perfection. He is relieved when I say no. Inside our room, I run to the bed, jumping under the covers as Nico puts our pool stuff to the side. I snuggle in deep on his pillow. He chuckles, pushing me over so he can climb in.

“I wanna share this with you.” It’s a California King and fairly feasible. He settles on the other side, turned my way so we can look at each other. I think about telling him my desires from the pool, but his black lashes are battling sleep and it’s not the time.

Nico wakes me up an hour later with a gentle squeeze of my butt. Then, his lips begin to pepper kisses along my cheeks. 

“Hey, Emma just called. They are ready to head back down. Do you want to go or stay here?”

“Let’s go.” I nod, stretching out. I feel recharged from my nap and ready for another margarita. 

Nico heads to the bathroom then comes out, double checking the pool bags.

“Oh, Lio’s hat is with us.” He picks it up, showing me the floppy bucket hat that was responsible for the ovary bouncing. “I can’t wait to buy our kids cute stuff like this. I mean, come on.” He chuckles, tossing it to me. I catch it, tracing an orange fish with googly eyes. My eyes go back to his as he ruffles around in the bags some more, checking the sunscreen supply. He does a double take when he sees the look in my eyes.

“Lex?”

“Neeks, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your baby in me like now.” The words fly out of my mouth suddenly. I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock. Then force myself to continue because the words touched air and I have an ache that will not let me breathe if he doesn’t soothe it. “I want our babies to grow up with Em and Timo’s kids. Let’s just have a whole parade of them together.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious. Drop the bags and put a baby in me.” 

With no hesitation, Nico empties his hands. He rushes across the room to me, lifting me up into his arms as we aggressively grope at each other. Tongues lap at each other as Lio’s fish hat falls to the ground at our feet.

“Please. Please.” I beg him again. “Watching you with Lio. It’s… done something to me. My brain chemistry is fucked. I don’t know.”

“Damn, Lex.” He moans. “This is so hot.” He groans back as I rub against him, squeezing him over his swim suit. “Are you sure? I need you to be so sure.”

“I am, babe. Please.”

“God, say ‘please put a baby in me’.”

“Please.” I whine earnestly. “Put your baby in me. Wanna make you a daddy, Neeks.”

Nico grunts out in earnest, then puts me on the edge of the bed. He reaches for my bikini bottoms, pulling them off and tossing them behind him. They land on the corner of the TV. I laugh, then suck in a surprised gasp as Nico strokes a finger through my slick flesh.

“Soaked. Baby.” He moans. “Are you off the pill?”

“Um, well, I was supposed to start today but I haven’t taken it.” 

“So this is… no birth control at all?”

“Yeah.” 

“Fuck.” He moans, then pulls himself out of his blue swim trunks. He is rigid, veins protruding against the taut skin. His fingers stroke his hard length, oozing pre-cum out of his head. I untie the white cover up for him. He leans down, stroking himself still while sucking on my nipple through my bikini top. His fingers brush my clit, rubbing gracious circles while I press against his hand.

“Want you inside of me.” I moan, tangling my fingers through his locks as he sucks my other nipple. His mouth opens wider, sucking so much of my flesh into his mouth until his teeth tighten into a gentle bite. My ohmygod is lost in the air of the room, stifled out by the lack of oxygen in my lungs from Nico’s touch. I reach my hand down, encircling his throbbing cock with him and stroking in rhythm together. 

“Gonna cum on your stomach if we keep going.” He says, pulling away from my grasp to run his engorged head along my clit.

“We can’t have that. Need you to cum inside of me.”

“Lex, I did not think you had this in you.” He chuckles, poising at my entrance as he rests one hand on the bed by my head. 

“Look what made me into, Nico Hischier.”

“I’m so lucky.” He says against my lips as he beings to move inside of me. The intensity of his entrance is dulled by the sweetness of his lips on mine. He consumes my moans. “Gonna have the best mama for my baby.” I reach for the hem of his shirt, shoving it up his abdomen and trying to get it off his head. 

“Help.” I am desperate to touch his bare skin. He pauses inside of me, taking his shirt off and knocking his hat off too. I bite my lip as he comes down to kiss me again. His hand shoves my bikini top up my breasts to expose them. 

“I love your tits. I hope they get bigger.” 

“They will.” I moan. “And then you can’t have them.”

“Fuck. That’s gonna be tough.” He works himself deeper into me, watching my face for my head to do… that. It falls to the side as my face scrunches up in need. “Need your help to cum, sweets.”

“Don’t stop…” I whisper as my hand falls to my clit, rubbing in sync with his thrusting. “Nico.”

“I love you, baby. Come for me.”

His words make the ache explode into white hot heat in my core. My legs shake against his sides where he has my knees pressed back. His hands come up, shoving my thighs into my stomach as he fucks himself deep. I reach down, gripping his shaft and stroking forward as he releases cum inside of me. Nico squeeze my hand as we pull more out of him, bucking his hips with a wide open, gasping mouth. He exhales sharply, gently easing out, still dribbling a bit from his tip.

“I love you too.” I finally say, panting in unison with him as my hands grip both his forearms. His hands hold my hips in place as he works towards recover.

Nico crawls onto the bed with me, laying beside me as his right hand covers my belly. I hold his hand there, all three of them rising and falling with my fast breathing. We stare at the ceiling together. Nico’s thumb begins to trace over my skin. I feel emotional tears pinching at my eyes. Nico and I are trying. This is real. We are going to make a baby. Our baby.

“I want this with you so bad, Neeks. That wasn’t just talk.”

“I know. I do too.” He assures, rolling to his side and kissing my shoulder. I turn my face to him so he can kiss my lips. “We should do that a few more times.”

“Yeah. Like at least nine before we leave.” Nico grins.

“Let’s make it 12 for lucky 13 total.” I laugh as he strokes his fingers along my belly again. “I’m going to spoil you.” 

“You already do.”

“Get ready. It’s going to be even more.”

Nico’s phone begins to ring in the pool bag. He tucks himself back into his shorts, then goes to grab it.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Timo’s voice comes through the speaker. Nico makes eye contact with me and we share a silent laugh. 

“Sorry, we fell back asleep.”

“Hurry up, Lio is crabby because he wants Uncle Ni snuggles.” 

“Okay. Five minutes. We’ll be back at the pool.”

He clicks the end button, stuffing his phone into his swim trunks.  

“Uncle Ni gonna be Daddy Ni.” I grin, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms from the TV corner and sliding them on. Nico closes his eyes, shoulders drawn down while his hands go to cover his lap. “Did daddy get you?”

“Yeah.”

“Nico Hischier, my baby daddy.” I sing-song as I dance across the room to him. He pulls me into his arms as I go on my tip toes to kiss him. He helps me retie my bathing suit top on and close my cover up. His fingers splay out on my ribs as he looks down at me when we are done re-dressing together. 

“Today is another moment in my life I couldn’t imagine not having you a part of.” I soften, melting into his body at his sweet words. “No one else I want to do this with but you.”

Life with Nico is an unbelievable dream. Nobody wake me.

[svltzmans]

more hope mikaelson nśfw headcanons <3

a/n: i feel like you all will appreciate these gay thoughts i've compiled

warnings: smut (18+), this is so filthy i'm sorry, if you are under 18 and read this i'll call ur mom, semi-public sex, phone sex, etc.

hope is such a boobs girl it's crazy

she's obsessed

and when she can't touch them she is ALWAYS staring

like always

especially if you wear anything low cut

she loves ass too, of course

and sometimes when you're walking in front of her she'll grab yours

(when you're in private)

but not always in private

hope is the type of girlfriend to take you out to the shops

and stand closely behind you, hidden by a rack of clothes

and she'll move her hands down from your waist

and get close to your face and whisper

"god, you're so sexy. can't wait until we get home."

hope has quite the sex drive, she takes "anywhere, any time" to a literal level

and that includes when you are away from her for any reason

if you're on vacation for a week or if you're just in class for an hour

you'd pick up your phone and see that you got a photo message from hope

and you'd open it to see a collection of photos of hope in front of the mirror, starting with her wearing lingerie and ending with her being completely naked

she'd also send something short but unbelievably hot and needy

wish you were here to fuck me

i miss your tongue baby

thirsty stuff like that

inevitably this would escalate to phone sex because duh!

i've said this before but hope has big switch energy

one day she'll be telling you exactly what she wants you to do for her

hearing your moans though the receiver

and the next she'll be begging for you to take the control right out of her hands

hope's biggest kink is dirty talk so hearing you encourage her and tease her over the phone gets her off effortlessly (a/n: this might be slightly self indulgent)

after a few minutes of you saying things like

"good girl, hope. faster baby, just like i would do it"

"you sound so pretty when you whine for me"

"that's it, let me hear you"

hope would be a MESS

trying to respond to you in any way she can

probably just nonsensical mixes of words

"y/n, feels so good. more. please more, oh god.."

"gonna cum, can i cum? please let me.. fuck"

phone sex with hope >>>

in the summer hope would plan swimming dates specifically to see you in a bikini

and you'd have some fun with it of course, buying some slightly more revealing swimsuits

because it's entertaining to see hope trying to keep her hands to herself

if she took you to the beach, she would use the ocean to her advantage

because the water is cloudy and hard to see through

(see where i'm going with this?)

"c'mon baby, let's go for a swim."

and you'd agree, because it's hot on the beach

hope would take you out far enough into the ocean that nobody could see what you were doing

and to any bystander it would look like you and hope were just swimming next to each other

hope would swim behind you and wrap her arms around your waist, innocently enough at first

until she leans close to your ear

"think i could make you cum out here without anyone noticing?"

at first you don't think you heard her right

until you see the look on her face, mischievous as ever

and you realize she absolutely said what you thought she did

and meant it

"you're so naughty, mikaelson," you'd tease, not being able to help giggling at the boldness of your girlfriend

she wouldn't even respond, positioning herself behind you and sneaking her hand into the water

and directly into the bottoms of your swimsuit

something about the thrill of possibly getting caught turns hope on to the absolute max

and she doesn't waste any time, toying with your clit with no mercy

"my god, hope," you'd whisper, trying to hold back any unintentional noise.

"you like this, huh? me fucking you out here? where anyone could see you being my whore?"

when hope takes control, she does it one hundred percent, knowing you are putty in her hands

before you can even respond, hope puts two fingers inside of you and curls them

and you almost completely lose it, your composure draining by the second

"close, hope," is all you can manage, feeling your body start to collapse in hope's arms

"there you go, pretty one. gonna cum for me, huh? come on baby, wanna feel you cum on my fingers."

before hope's last word is off her tongue, you're already crashing down, biting your lip and sinking deeper into hope's arms

hope finally swims out from behind you, letting out what sounds like a fake evil laugh

"well that worked out well, huh?"

a/n: guys is this too much i'm a whore but i'm also shy i don't usually write smut this intense 🫣

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Sweet Tyranny

Pt. 2

"I can't stop now that I have started playing his game, Y/n." He stands up from the ground too. "That's why, I'll be his dog and kill him."

You stared at him in shock, complete disbelief. Kill? He's going to commit murder? This was too much to process. "...Minami, murder isn't solution." You reminded him, hoping that he would understand. But his blank face was telling you otherwise. "You shouldn't kill. That's wrong!"

"Then what am I supposed to do?" He blankly asked, no emotion visible on his expression whatsoever.

"Tell the police! That man is wanted criminal, Minami!" You almost pleaded him but he shook his head in refusal.

Looking at your reaction, he regretted telling you this but there was no turning back now. "You can't understand the situation I'm in,Y/n. I can't tell police about it. Because if they arrest him then I won't be able to buy medications for my mother!" He raised his voice, his eyes begging you to understand.

"Do you think your mother would like the medications that you got by murder?!"

His eyebrows furrowed. "You don't understand..." Minami gritted his teeth in frustration. "You're not the one with a sick mother and so poor that barely can afford food to eat everyday! You don't understand, Y/n. You can't understand." The boy spoke in slightly higher voice. If you would look at Minami, anyone would think that he's angry. But, in truth, he's desperate. The boy is hoping that his one and only friend will understand his situation, no matter how fucked up it is, that she won't leave him. It's true that Minami respects Dino, that he might even be closest to the father figure the young boy could ever have, but he also understood the wrong of murder. However, did people like him ever had a choice in life?

Rich could do whatever they pleased. They could buy a house only to burn it down for fun without worrying. They never had to eat crumbs of old bread and be happy with it. They probably would be able to cure someone with the same illness as him mother in no time but Minami wasn't rich. He was only a child living in poverty.

"Lack of money is the root of all evil." said George Bernard Shaw and he couldn't have been more right. Money controls people, money controls society, money controls everything. Money controls every single one of us. People who are in desperate need for money, whether for selfish or selfless reasons, will abandon their morals in order to have it.

Money can't buy happiness they said. But lack of it surely causes misery.

But how were you, a child, going to understand that? Anyone would be terrified if their best friend just confessed to have the connections with the most wanted criminal in Brazil. "Minami...I-I'm sorry but that's just messed up. Police will help you, you know." You tried to explain but the boy just refused to understand. Or maybe it's you who refused to accept his point of view.

Minami stared at you silently for a moment before glueing his eyes on the ground instead. "Forget what I said. I-I just joked, sorry." He quietly mumbled but loud enough for you to hear him.

You knew. You knew he wasn't joking but the way he immediately changed the topic, you weren't able to question him further.

After that, you left as soon as you could. Were you scared? Of Minami? No. You wanted to help him, stay by his side and you would have gladly, if your mother wouldn't have called.

The uneasy feeling spreaded in your heart, consuming it and filling your brain up with immense fear. "Say goodbye to Minami and come back to home, we've to talk." that's what your mom said and maybe you were just overthinking but the way she said goodbye instead of see you later won't leave your mind, not even for a second.

You hurriedly opened the door of your house. Your mother was in the living room, talking someone on the phone but when she heard that you were back, she hang up on them.

"What's wrong, mom?"

She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth. "We're going back to Japan."

@kikaicore this one is incredibly short, I know, but I promise next part will be longer. Plus I have such angst in my mind lol.

[thefandom-casserole]

Episode 50 Notes-

Very very excitedddddd

Eeeeeeeeeeee abhhhha ahhansnsnsnsnsndg

This intro 😭 

The dolphinsssssss 

I have no idea what just happened in that intro omg

Taylor is a demon!!!! Taylor hasn’t hit demon puberty yet — how did Nicky get it then???

Taylor Teen Fact: Taylor used to do the chocolate for his baseball team going door to door. But, his mom just bought them all instead

TAYLOR DID BASEBALL

I NEED TO WEITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT

:> he did all the last names!!

Linc Teen Fact: Linc cleans up for his parents every single morning (both of them think the other one did it). Linc wakes up really early in the morning 

Normal Teen Fact: Normal also sold chocolates and offered to sell way too much of them, couldn’t do it (and because it’s not vegan chocolate his family can’t even buy it!) and now is in debt

Scary Larry Fact: Larry is based off of a tweet on a reply to Elon Musk (Larry is not from the school) 

Scary Teen Fact: Before the release of her album she was going to release a musical (a soft boy musical, but then she realized it was just Dear Evans Hansen)

Larry Fact pt.2: Larry’s favorite show is the Big Bang Theory because it deals with an important scientific principle

IT MIGHT BE THE FINAL EPISODE

I THINK NOT BECYASE ITS NOT LILE TRENDING IN THNBLR OR SOEMTHJNG

AND I THIBK PEIPLE WOULD HE DREKAING OYT MORE

BUT OMG

THE HEARTATTACK

I REACTED EXACTLY LIEK THEY DID

HOLT SBKT

WHAT IF JT IT THOUGH 

Anthony Fact: He should’ve come up with a different name than Daddy Master - Like chaperone or whatever (The rest of the cast disagreees)

They’re all still separated!!!!

Of course Normal thinks Larry’s cool 😭 

Omg all the Linc shippers are eating so far

Linc’s adamants towards Taylor, him wanting to find Scary, him actually being with Normal

Chester and Julia gave Linc therapy!!!

“Linc are you happy?” “No of course not, that’s a silly question nobody’s happy” SOBBING SOBJNG OKG OMG GRANT YOU FUCKWD THIS KNE UP SO BAD

(Obviously it was more than just that and that was a gross oversimplification but you understand what I’m getting at)

Lincccc :cccc

“I’m definitely broken” OMG LINC 

That glass analogy was so fucking good holy shit “And probably they’ll just throw it away because who wants to fix a glass” 

Hhhhhhhhhhhhh

Linc likes stickers!!!!!!!!

Matt Arnold is bringing it this episode

He wasn’t joking when he said that he was gonna get through it all

In a sense

A NAT ONE FROM TAYLOR

THERE WAS NEVER A WKRLD WHERE IT WASNT THAT OMG

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

Into the papersssss into the papers (to the tune of into the thick of it)

Initiative to fight the Angel!!!!

This whole thing with the paper is reminding me of the fight with book castle when Ron disappeared into the books against Well Actually

I just paused the episode and listened to the trailer because I just realized I never listened to it 

Ahahahahahahahahah the background music in it though it’s lovely

Omg dude I never realized that Lark doesn’t mention Scary in the video because she wasn’t there!!!! Ayyyyy

Okay done with that back to the episode

Beth playing Larry is my new favorite thing now

She should just play Larry season three

I beg

Oooooo the throne’s empty!!!!

Larry should be king of hell

Larry reminds me of if Paeden was evil and annoying

What is it with Linc and Taylor and the sweet prince thing 😭 

I love them so much

The Swiftli shippers are eating this episodeeeee

Fancy Anthony voice

He was a pissomancer 

Omg

That’s insane

Piss boy Wilson’s again!!!!!

Heaven photoshopppp

INSPIRATION AYYYYY

A 22 😭 

Lincccccc linccccc

Angst episode :cccccc

Oooo Angel’s are yummy??

Taylorrrr nooooo

Taylor and his carts 😭I love him so much

Sisyphus just pushing a meatball up the hill 😭 😭 😭 

Nooooo this is one of my favorite bits

Linc loves his friends so much

God I fucking hate Willy

god god god he’s so gross

YOOOOO LARRY AND WILLY THATS INSANE

OMG OMG OMG

WILLY’S DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET HOLY SHIT AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

If they got Willy in the paper sea I wonder what would happen

“I tried to kill my son”

“I will do anything to not be submerged in water ever again”

“I did not have sex with Marilyn Monroe, I could not get it up so I stood there and had her sing things to me for a couple hours so I jerked off”

FUCK WILLY FUCK WILLY

FUCK WILLY

DOOD’S DEEPEST SECRET IM LOOSING MT MIND

“I’m scared”

Dood babyyyyyy

THEYRE STILL A BAD GURL AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH

LARRY LARRY LARRY 

I BELIVE IN YOU

AWWWWW

Dood babyyyyy nooooooo

“This isn’t your fault Dood”

“No I think it is”

LINC OH NOOOOO

I cannot believe Taylor convinced Vince to change his name

Taylor Swift the piss genius

Freddie’s voice as Taylor was backtracking made me laugh way way too hard way to much that’s insane

It always was gonna be piss between them all

Omg

Of course

Of course

MERCEDES YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

AYYYYYYYYYY IM SO EXCITEDDDDD

ABUELITAAAA

She’s a JO crystal witch!!!!

She pulls out a gunnnn

Wowwww they found each other!!!

MERCEDES SHOOTS HIM NOOOOO

AND THEY ENDED THE EPUSODE TF

Wow that was such a good fucking episode 

HERO SHOULD GET TO KILL THEM BTW

If Willy isn’t taking girls seeiouslyyyyyyy

I don’t say it enough but On Our Way makes me want to violently sob every time I hear it

[nightingaelic]

Since I’ve seen you also do fallout 4 Reacts, how about this, romanced fallout 4 companions react to synth Shaun calling the mom/dad

They had known, going into this thing they shared with Vault 111's sole survivor, that the road to a happy ending wasn't going to be easy. Love was already hard enough to navigate, even without the person on the receiving end being a pre-war relic, a figurehead of the Commonwealth, and number one most wanted on multiple factions' bounty lists. Those moments of peace they managed to snatch were fleeting, but they teased of greater things, and when their fingers and the sole survivor's intertwined atop the roof of Mass Fusion as the Institute crumbled into the Charles River below, they selfishly wondered if this meant a newfound freedom for their relationship.

Then came Shaun. Pure, naive, starry-eyed Shaun, who looked up at the sole survivor with the sweetest smile and gifted them the saddest holotape, who held out his arms for one person only and folded inward if left with anyone else. He confounded everyone, not just the sole survivor's chosen partner, but it didn't matter. His remaining parent held him close during the darkest hours, told him stories and sang him lullabies until he stopped shaking and slept. It was on one of these late nights that the sole survivor's companion resolved to do right by both of them, no matter what it took, and pressed a gentle kiss into the crown of the sleeping boy's head.

Cait: "You envy him," the sole survivor said quietly the next morning as they watched Shaun skip ahead on the road to Diamond City.

Cait swallowed. "I do," she admitted. "I've told you what my own parents were like. When I look at you, I can't help but notice every last little thing they didn't do. Everything you are doing, with him. He's damn lucky, and he doesn't even know it. Then there's me, and kids... All the ones I spent time around were just as broken as I was, older souls than they deserved to be. He won't ever know that kind of fear, and I'm fucking glad of it, but it also means I can't talk to him."

"Well, you have to start somewhere. But I get it." The sole survivor pulled her in by the waist and kissed her. "I love you, Cait. I can't tell you not to feel sad about the way things worked out- just don't take it out on him. He's been through a lot, too."

Cait rolled her eyes when they weren't looking, certain that she was always going to be the distant, red-headed stepmother to Shaun's actual parent, but her moment came sooner than expected. Batty old Moe Cronin was still hawking his baseball gear in Diamond City's town square, beckoning to anyone who wandered too close. "Swatters, right here!" he called as the sole survivor and their little family passed by, clearly aware that Shaun had perked up his ears. "Don't let down the home team! Why, even kids will appreciate a swatter in their hands, when they're traveling the Commonwealth!"

"No thanks, Moe," the sole survivor said, waving the salesman off. "He's still a little young for that kind of sport."

"I disagree," Cait cut in, putting a defiant hand on her hip. "Best to start him young, else he won't know what he's doing until it's too late."

Shaun looked between his two guardians. "Please?" he begged the sole survivor. "Mom's okay with it."

Cait could've melted, right then and there in the marketplace. Before the sole survivor had a chance to answer, she'd turned back to Moe, fumbling for her caps. "That one," she said, pointed at a lighter model splashed with indigo paint. "Seems about the right size."

Moe took it down from his display wall and presented it to the boy. "A genuine model, there. Perfect for a first-time owner. You take good care of her, kid."

Cait pulled the boy close to her hip and ruffled his hair. "He'd better. I was planning on using those caps to buy us Power Noodles."

Shaun smiled and closed his eyes as he hugged the baseball bat close. "Thanks, mom."

Curie: Although her educational modules had only been installed for the purpose of making her a better laboratory assistant in Vault 81, Curie still had the full knowledge repository of a Miss Nanny robot to draw upon stored up in her new synthetic brain. Caring for a 10-year-old boy meant following clear developmental guidelines and standards, and she set about writing a rough curriculum for him so as to give him some semblance of schooling while he wandered the Commonwealth with his guardians.

To her delight, Curie found Shaun to be especially receptive to her lessons. He was very interested in biology and history, perhaps because of the obvious blind spots that came with spending his early life inside the Institute. He wanted to know everything there was to know about the mutated creatures that walked the wasteland, coloring in the pictures of radstags and deathclaws and bloatflies alike in Curie's battered notebook as she sketched them. For history, though, Curie had to turn to those around her. The most recent history of the Commonwealth could be found with the sole survivor, who had spent most of their post-vault life at the center of it. Further accounts came from Preston Garvey thanks to his experience with the Minutemen, and Piper Wright and Nick Valentine had quite a bit more in their extensive periodical and case records. Even Paladin Danse pitched in, offering a rather thorough recollection of the Brotherhood of Steel's history on both coasts of North America and in between that left Shaun playing at being a Scribe for over a week.

Shaun's best subject, though, was language. He had an adequate grasp of English, but he began to press Curie early on to teach him French. She added it in between her other lessons, until they could carry on basic conversations. "Pourquoi vouliez-vous apprendre le français?" Curie asked him one day when it was just the two of them, curious. "Oui, ç'est une belle langue, but it is not especially common in the Commonwealth."

Shaun smiled. "Parce que ça nous appartient, maman."

"Maman?" Curie smiled back. "I did not teach you that word."

"You did," Shaun insisted, crawling into her lap to hug her. "Oui, maman, you did."

Curie ended the lesson early and gave him her pencil and notebook to draw pictures in. When the sole survivor returned that evening from their trade excursion, she presented them with the piece of art he had made, depicting the three travelers locked in battle with a mirelurk queen. The sole survivor looked over it with a smile, ran a thumb over the words he'd scribbled next to Curie's blazing laser rifle. "'Ma maman,'" they read with a grin, drawing her into a one-armed hug. "Congratulations, mom."

Paladin Danse: "I'm a liability to you," Danse argued with the sole survivor the next day, as they packed their things to hit the road again. "To both of you. You know what will happen if a Brotherhood patrol recognizes me."

"So wear this." The sole survivor tossed him a ratty shawl and a red bandanna. "Cover your face. Plenty of people do, in these parts."

"And if they recognize my voice?" Dance argued. "Only the greenest Initiates would be fooled by a disguise this thin."

"You're giving the Brotherhood too much credit." The sole survivor straightened up from organizing their pack. "Just let me do the talking and try not to worry."

"Easier said than done," Danse grumbled, picking up their wasteland fashion offerings with obvious distaste.

They were ready to go by noon, the sole survivor's pack slung over their shoulder and Shaun's hand firmly grasped in theirs. Danse brought up the rear as they crossed the bridge out of Sanctuary, and he tugged the bandanna around his neck up to cover his face once they reached the other side of the river.

When Shaun next turned back, distracted by some dry branches creaking together overhead, he giggled in surprise. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked, pointing to the bandanna.

"It's not safe," Danse grunted, lowering his laser rifle a little.

"But why does that help keep you safe?"

The sole survivor reached down to ruffle their son's hair. "It's a little hard to explain, Shaun. Some people out here don't like Danse. He's trying to hide his face from them, so they don't know it's him."

"But there's no one here," Shaun insisted, throwing his arms out to indicate the barren landscape and its silence.

"Well, you never know," Danse said, taking the bait. "Come here. Look at that tree. That big one, see it? I'd say it's wide enough to hide a man behind it. Maybe even a raider or two, if they're skinny."

"What about that one?" Shaun asked, pointing to a larger tree.

Danse nodded solemnly. "Three raiders. Easily."

He winked at the sole survivor, who was stifling their giggles. Shaun, who was staring open-mouthed at the trees, missed it. "Can I have one too, dad?" the boy asked, tugging Danse's sleeve.

"One of what?" Danse replied, unable to keep his voice from cracking.

"A bandanna." Shaun looked up at him with a smile. "We can hide together."

Danse, lost, looked helplessly to the sole survivor. Without a word, they pulled a navy blue bandanna from their pack and handed it over. Danse knelt down and carefully tied the cloth around Shaun's face. "There you go, soldier," he said when he was finished, and the words felt softer in his mouth than any of the other times he'd said them.

Mayor John Hancock: Though he was brave enough to risk a little affection after the kid was asleep, Hancock gave Shaun plenty of space during the waking hours. He wasn't blind to the way some people looked at him. Most kids stared.

Shaun wasn't any different in that aspect, but the fact that this red-coated, tricorn-bedecked ruin of a man was keeping his parent company proved too much for his curiosity. Once the stage of open-mouthed, morbid fascination had passed, Shaun's face grew more contemplative. He started to watch closely as Hancock did basic things. Eat. Sleep. Tie some cloth over a wound. Brush his teeth. He didn't seem embarrassed when Hancock made it obvious these attentions were noticed by waggling his brows or pulling funny faces in the middle of a meal- he just looked like he was filing the information away in his head. He wasn't immune to Hancock's infectious humor though, and he eventually started to giggle and make faces back. The sole survivor rolled their eyes at the pair of them, but Hancock egged them on until they, too, succumbed to the silliness.

When the trio paid their first visit to Goodneighbor and people on the street began to greet Hancock as "mayor," Shaun's eyes grew as wide as Port-A-Diner saucers. Hancock relished the attention, stopped in at every trading stall and tipped his hat to every vagabond they passed. Though Shaun kept a tight hold of his parent's hand, it was obvious he was a little lost between the attention that the sole survivor and the returning town leader were receiving. Things came to a head when a crowd gathered around the travelers and Shaun's grip on the sole survivor's hand was jostled loose. As would-be admirers moved in and separated them, Shaun's voice was thin and high under the boisterous conversations. "Ha-Han... dad!"

"Whoa." Hancock threw his arms out, pushed the crowd back. "Give us some space, folks. Yeah, you, back up or I'll sic Fahrenheit on you."

Shaun was clinging to his leg, and he relaxed a little as Hancock lifted him up to eye level with the adults. Hancock puffed with the effort. The kid was heavier than he looked. "Now this here," he said, grunting as he re-positioned the boy on his hip, "Is Shaun. He's with me."

"Is he yours, Hancock?" teased Rufus Rubins from somewhere in the crowd.

"As good as," Hancock replied proudly. He looked at Shaun and smiled. "It's okay, kid. I've got you."

When the boy smiled back at him shyly, Hancock plopped his tricorn onto the boy's head. "Ever thought about becoming a deputy mayor?" he asked. "Don't worry. It's a pretty easy job."

Robert Joseph MacCready: More than anything, MacCready wondered if he was being fair. He'd just gotten his own son back, and Duncan's renewed presence in his life was a constant reminder of just how much he'd missed. How long had it been, since he'd left his little boy with friends and trudged north, hoping against hope that he'd find a cure for the illness that wracked his little frame? How many pounds had he put on since he'd sent the miracle medicine home? How many inches had he grown, how many questions had he missed? He couldn't help but marvel at this little boy who was so big now, so much like Lucy and so much like him.

Shaun was older, Shaun was quieter, and Shaun was watching every time MacCready felt the need to pause, staring at his own little creation in awe. He knew it. He started consciously doing the same for Shaun, just so he wouldn't feel left out, and to his surprise, taking the extra time meant he noticed things he initially hadn't. The way he looked warily at the settlements they visited, searching for hiding spots to retreat to. The way his eyes gleamed in the light of his parent's Pip-Boy, entranced by the holotape games they collected. The way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled, the way he pronounced certain words, the way he tied his shoes and drew his letters and grabbed his guardians' hands when he was scared. Yes, Shaun was a miniature sole survivor in countless ways, but there was a little bit of MacCready in the way he approached the wasteland.

MacCready began to mix them up, Duncan and Shaun, and they laughed and corrected him and teased him to no end along with the sole survivor. It only made him smile wider. They were between Bunker Hill and Goodneighbor one day, playing "I spy" as they passed through the ruined city, when Duncan picked a rather obvious target for the guessing game. "I spy with my little eye... something that is... green."

"The water," the sole survivor guessed, pointing toward the Charles River. Duncan shook his head emphatically.

"It better not be a super mutant," MacCready said, only mildly concerned. The streets had been quiet for their entire trip.

"Dad's hat," Shaun guessed.

The sole survivor and MacCready stopped in their tracks. MacCready's hand went to his cap. Duncan nodded and giggled, and he squirmed with joy when his dad plopped the hat in question onto his head.

MacCready swept Shaun up into his arms. Shaun looked at him, wide-eyed, unused to the overt affection. "What?"

The sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. "Dad?"

"Yeah."

MacCready planted a scratchy kiss on the boy's cheek, reveling in the shriek of surprise it elicited. "Okay," he said with pride. "We do look alike."

"We do not."

Piper Wright: It was a promise that Piper had made once before, after her dad had been murdered and she'd been left the sole caretaker for her little sister. She and Nat had managed to navigate their new roles eventually, eked out a living in Diamond City and grown together as best they could. Piper had settled into something that wasn't quite sisterhood, parenthood, friendship or work partnership, and yet encompassed all of the above. The sole survivor had fit into that life alongside her fairly well, what with their transient inclinations, responsibilities to their associates, and being a lightning rod for Commonwealth intrigue, but Shaun presented a new challenge.

"Diamond City's the best place for him," Piper insisted to the sole survivor any chance she got. They were at Home Plate for now, but the wasteland wanderer had that look in their eye that suggested they were growing restless, unsure of their safety and the safety of their child. "There's a school, there's food, running water and a security force and oodles of people who dote on him just because he's a kid in the wasteland with manners, which is a rarity nowadays."

They always looked at her sadly. "A synth kid, Piper. People will notice eventually."

"So what? Nick's a synth, Diamond City got used to him!"

"We need to go soon, Piper, for his sake. It'll be okay."

"Stay, Blue."

The pair went around in circles like that whenever they got a spare moment, saying it every different way but getting nowhere. They were in the middle of one of these arguments when they were interrupted by Nat and Shaun, who blew into the little house with a gust of wind, rain, and flapping newspaper pages. The two kids had their arms locked at the elbows and were giggling wildly, but they stopped short when they saw the way their respective guardians were talking. "Is everything okay?" Nat asked warily.

"Yeah," Piper answered quickly, hiding her expression by removing her cap to scratch her head. The sole survivor had other ideas, and took this moment as an opportunity. They got down on one knee and took Shaun's hands in theirs. "Shaun, buddy, we need... I need to go on a trip. For a while. Do you want to come with me?"

Shaun's eyes flicked between them and Piper, uncertain. "Are mom and Nat coming, too?" he asked.

Nat's eyes widened and Piper's heart leapt into her throat. The sole survivor choked on their words, and tears welled up in the corners of their eyes. They looked up at Piper, their apology plain on their face. "She- we-"

Piper dove in, wrapped Shaun in a hug and twirled him up in her ratty coat. He laughed, surprised, and the reporter beamed down at him.

When the two had ceased their little dance, Piper turned back to the sole survivor and helped them up off the rug. "Come on, Blue," she said, giving them a kiss on the cheek. "We're being stupid. Let's talk this out like a family. Nat and Shaun deserve to know what's up."

Preston Garvey: Preston had thanked his lucky stars several times over the last few months that the sole survivor had risen to the challenge of becoming General of the Minutemen, but now he found himself continually second-guessing that decision. As they pursued the Institute across the Commonwealth, unearthed horrific truth after horrific truth, he'd grieved their spouse and child with them and thrown himself into the work of rebuilding the Minutemen to help them fill that void of loss. He hadn't expected, at the end of things, that the Institute would leave them something else to help fill the void - and now, looking at Shaun, Preston couldn't help but blame himself for centering the sole survivor and leaving them with responsibilities that got in the way of caring for the boy.

So Preston did what he could. When the General was in talks with traders to negotiate caravan protections at the Castle, he took Shaun walking along the shores of Dorchester Bay, hunting for mirelurk eggs. When the General was away from Sanctuary helping settlements, he tucked Shaun into bed at night and read him stories from a worn book of fables that Sturges had bought off of Trashcan Carla. When the General came home late looking like they'd crawled through a yao guai den on their stomach, he hung up their coat, pushed them into the shower, and made dinner with Codsworth while Shaun supervised and decided whether it needed more salt.

"I don't deserve you," the sole survivor said gratefully each time.

"You do," Preston always reassured them. "You both do."

Shaun was less quick to appreciate Preston's care, but slowly he warmed up to the General's right-hand man. He remembered the best spots for picking raspberries that they found together, he started to request tales about the Minutemen as his bedtime stories, and whenever Codsworth asked him about his day, he would shyly look to Preston before relating their adventures together. It was slow going, but each time the boy looked at his parent's partner, there was less and less hesitancy.

One night after a particularly long day on the road, Preston and Shaun were pinching together some ground mole rat potstickers for soup while the sole survivor washed up. Shaun had a case of the giggles and kept leaving floury fingerprints on his own face, which Preston kept trying and failing to wipe off with a kitchen towel. As Shaun fought off another of these attempts, amidst his happy laughter, he pushed the towel away and shrieked, "Dad, stooooop!"

Preston froze. In the bathroom, something clattered to the floor. Even Codsworth paused chopping vegetables to swivel his eye stalks toward the kitchen table. Shaun made a face. "What?"

Gently, Preston put his thumb over one of the flour spots on Shaun's face and rubbed it away. He tousled the boy's hair and chuckled. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Save the razorgrain flour for the dumplings, buddy, okay?"

Porter Gage: Even compared to everything else in Nuka-World, Porter Gage knew he was the rustiest piece of equipment in the park. Well, everyone in Nuka-World was an antique of some sort, hanging onto a bygone or kitted out in tattered costume from days gone by - hell, the Overboss was practically a pre-war collectible - but Gage felt stiff and dusty, even compared to them. He was old, for a raider. Raiders didn't get old. There was safety in being overlooked because of your age and lack of ambition, but it sure didn't make you interesting to the average kid.

Eventually though, that ability to be overlooked came out in Gage's favor, when it came to Shaun. Shaun was an oddity in the park. Anyone who was stuck firmly to the side of the Overboss was an oddity, but beyond that, Shaun was a kid. Raiders didn't get old, and they definitely didn't have kids if they could help it. Most of the gangs were respectful to the Overboss and their kiddo, but when they'd passed out of earshot, they talked. A liability. A loose end. Not even human, a few of them said.

Gage didn't say anything, but he did listen, and he did tell his partner what the situation was when Shaun was asleep for the night. When they had him pressed against the wall of Fizztop Grille's reception, he spun them ideas about what to do until they told him to shut up or rendered him speechless themselves. Honestly, that told him everything he needed to know. They were at a loss for what to do about the kid, too.

If he'd been a younger man, maybe Gage could've let things play themselves out. But he wasn't, so he took the boy under his wing. He gave him his best knife and his second-best pistol and taught him how to use both on the prop cutouts in Dry Rock Gulch. He taught him how to move silently through the overgrowth of Safari Adventure. He taught him the best places to check for supplies in abandoned towns, on one particularly memorable afternoon in Bradberton, when Shaun shot his first feral and only cried for a little bit afterward.

"It's alright, kid," Gage reassured him, rubbing his shoulder while Shaun tried to calm his hiccups. "They don't know themselves anymore. There's no going back. You did him a kindness."

"Doesn't feel like it," Shaun sniffled.

Suddenly, the boy turned into Gage's shoulder, hugged him awkwardly around the metal mess of his armor. "I'm not any good at this like you, dad. I'm sorry."

Gage closed his eyes for a moment. Against his better judgment, he unbuckled his armor, put his arm around Shaun and pulled him into his chest. "No one's good at first, kiddo. But I'll be here until you are. Promise."

BONUS!

Deacon: Though Deacon would never admit it, Shaun terrified Deacon. He'd wanted a kid at some point, obviously, but that version of himself seemed so far removed from who he was now. Different place, different face, different circumstances and perspectives. He wasn't sure he could go back to that mindset now.

Much like the sole survivor though, he didn't have a choice. Shaun was here, curiously peeking at the papers on Desdemona's workstation and getting shooed out of Carrington's clinic. At least Tinker Tom was self-aware enough to tone down his swearing and more dangerous experimentation, but Deacon and the sole survivor agreed that the sooner Shaun got out of HQ, the better.

"They're all intimidated by you," Deacon whispered conspiratorially to Shaun on the day they finally packed up their things. "You're the best Railroad agent here, and they all know it."

"Really?" Shaun whispered back. "I thought you were the best Railroad agent here."

"It goes you, me, Desdemona, then your parent," Deacon counted off on his fingers. He shouldered the pack Shaun had stuffed to the brim and groaned. "Oof, you've got a lot of stuff already. That's how I know you're the best agent. You're already hanging onto supplies in case of the worst. Smart."

The sole survivor pulled Shaun into a half-hug, caressing his head. "I still rank under Desdemona, huh?"

Deacon winked. "You're getting there. Come on, we'll go out the back door."

Once the three emerged, blinking, into the North End, Shaun took one of the sole survivor's hands and one of Deacon's. "Where are we going?" he asked.

The sole survivor squinted at the buildings around them. "North," they answered vaguely.

"To a deathclaw farm," Deacon said solemnly. "Where they hatch the little lizards and teach them how to be big, ferocious beasts."

"Deacon."

"Sorry. Just a rad chicken farm that's helped us out once or twice."

Shaun looked up at Deacon. "Are deathclaw farms real, dad?"

Deacon choked on his witty response and fell into a coughing fit. The sole survivor looked shocked too, but a smile came over their face and they slapped him on the back a few times until his lungs quieted down.

"Uh, eh-heh, no, buddy," Deacon answered, gripping the boy's hand a little more firmly. "But you know what they say: Be the change you want to see in the world. If you want to go all-in on deathclaw farming, I'm right there with you."

Desdemona: Every day after that, Desdemona expected to wake up and find the sole survivor and their son gone. She couldn't leave HQ now, what with the post-Institute clean-up filling all their safehouses and gumming up the usual escape routes, and PAM changing her mind every minute about what predictions were most likely. All of that combined with the general atmosphere of uncertainty around the Railroad's future - what does the Railroad do, when all of the synths that can be rescued have been rescued? - kept her to-do list full and her mind racing. In the past, her busy periods were an invitation for her unlikely partner to depart on their own adventures, check in with things around the Commonwealth that didn't immediately concern the Railroad, and she fully anticipated this from them now that they had a child to care for, too.

But Shaun and the sole survivor stayed. Deacon's finest recruit rolled up their sleeves and joined her at the war table, read her notes back to her and pointed out strategic opportunities, discrepancies, details she might have overlooked. Desdemona was surprised by how well they managed to mesh with her style of leadership. In the past, anyone who had tried to butt in on her planning usually wound up clashing with her, prioritizing in different ways or misunderstanding critical operations they just didn't know the ins and outs of. Somehow, the sole survivor avoided all of these pitfalls and slid right into the fray next to her.

Shaun was less helpful than his parent, prone to doodling on less-important papers and humming along with the songs on Diamond City Radio, but his quiet presence was company enough. While the sole survivor was still catching up on the sleep they'd lost burying the Institute, Shaun seemed content to remain at Desdemona's side late into the night, watching her work.

It was on one of these late evenings, after all of the agents except the night watch had gone to bed, that Shaun let out a yawn as wide as the Charles River and blinked sleepily up at the Railroad leader. "Mom, I'm tired."

Desdemona paused her dead drop status review and looked down at him with a surprised smile. "I've got to stay up, Shaun. This is important."

"But I'm tired."

"Okay." Desdemona put her pencil down and picked him up. He was heavy, but not so heavy that she wasn't able to carry him to the cots in the back and deposit him gently next to the sole survivor. The movement was enough to wake them, and they pulled the boy in close and wrapped him in some of their blanket. Desdemona tucked them in and went back to the glow of the lanterns with the sound of Shaun's words ringing in her ears.

Elder Arthur Maxson: The Squires on the Prydwen tried to adopt the new boy into their number, of course, but to the sole survivor's dismay, Shaun's odd remarks about "life on the surface" soon labeled him as an outcast. The boy turned even further inward, befriending an odd group of individuals: Scribe Haylen, Paladin Brandis, Senior Scribe Neriah, Emmett the cat. All of them were kind and patient with Shaun, but none of them were exactly peers.

"I don't suppose you could order the Squires to be nicer to him," the sole survivor remarked with a hint of bitterness during one of their visits to the Elder's quarters.

"Let him find his own way," Maxson replied kindly. "If I interfere, they will only resent him for it."

It felt harsher when he said it out loud, but the sole survivor respected his judgment. Still, Maxson couldn't help but recall his own difficult childhood spent searching for friendship, for anyone who might see him as a person instead of a future Elder. When he next had free time, he visited Proctor Quinlan's library of holotapes and came away with a stack of games and transcribed books.

Later that evening, the sole survivor walked into their quarters to find Maxson and Shaun on the bed with their Pip-Boy, Maxson cheering the boy on as he navigated his band of adventurers through a dungeon level in Grognak & the Ruby Ruins. "Go left," Maxson urged. "There's a treasure chest down that hallway."

"How do you know?" Shaun asked, screwing his mouth up in concentration as he input the commands.

"I've been playing this game since before you were alive. See, in the corner over there."

The sole survivor joined them on the bed. "Watch out for goblins."

"Oh, dad showed me how to fight them off already."

Maxson stiffened, and looked quickly over Shaun's head at the sole survivor. Their eyes widened meaningfully, and they tilted their head down toward their son. "Did he show you the goblin village yet?"

Shaun looked up at Maxson. "There's a goblin village?"

"There... there is." Maxson swallowed his misgivings for the moment and directed his attention back to the game. He put an arm around the boy and tilted the Pip-Boy so he could see a little better. "Let's get through this dungeon together first."

Nick Valentine: To Nick's surprise, Shaun warmed up to him fast. He wasn't put off by his missing parts, his glowing eyes or the occasional whirring noises that emanated from inside his chest cavity like most kids. In fact, he liked to press his ear up to Nick's shirt and listen, trying to figure out what the noise was. "It's like your heartbeat," he always said.

"What's it saying?" Nick would ask. Shaun would imitate whatever noise he was hearing, and they would both laugh.

"He grew up around synths," the sole survivor reminded Nick when they were alone. "Er... well, he's been around synths for as long as he's... you get my meaning."

Nick raised his cup of tea to them. "I do. I'm just so used to kids being wary. It's a nice change of pace. How's he doing in class?"

"Great in science and math, horrible at spelling. He could use some practice that isn't just me peering over his shoulder, you know how he hates doing schoolwork if he can't relate it to the real world. Is there any way you could...?"

Nick held up his metal hand. "You don't even need to ask. I'll get him to help Ellie take notes on some cases."

The sole survivor smiled. "How's Ellie's spelling?"

"Impeccable."

A few days later, the little family was ensconced in Nick's office with Ellie poring over a case that had come in from Vault 81 about a missing person. Ellie had given Shaun his own clipboard and pencil, and the pair were scribbling furiously while Nick went over everything that had been written in the letter from the vault's overseer, Gwen McNamara. "Says here that she might have gone to seek her fortune with one of the local caravans," Nick noted. "If she hitched a ride with one, she might have paid them to cover her tracks, but it'd still be worth paying a visit to Bunker Hill to see if they've seen her. Shaun, do you know how to spell 'investigate'?"

"I-N-V-E-S-T-A-G-A-T-E," Shaun answered confidently.

"It's 'I' after T, not 'A'," Ellie corrected him.

"Oh." Shaun deflated a bit. "Sorry, dad."

Ellie dropped her pencil and the sole survivor choked on the Nuka-Cola they were drinking. Nick lowered the letter, perplexed, but when he caught the shy look on Shaun's face, he couldn't contain a grin of pride. "It's okay, son," he said. "We'll keep practicing together, okay? We've got nothing but time."

Old Longfellow: "The island's no place for a child," Longfellow told the sole survivor when they first brought the boy to the docks of Far Harbor.

"You wanted one, once," they had retorted, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat and planting a kiss on his bearded face. "Were you planning to leave, once you'd had the baby?"

"That was different. Wasn't as bad then as it is now."

"Take us back to your cabin on your sand bar, old man. Shaun and I are survivors. And if it gets worse, we'll get on my boat and go back to the Commonwealth."

So Old Longfellow rowed them home to his shack under the pines, and he double- and triple-checked the fog condensers he'd bought off the scientists at Acadia. Shaun followed him around, taking in the little island's woods, beach, and craggy landscape with a pair of eyes wider than a mirelurk's shell. This relationship continued for well over a month: Daily excursions to check the traps and mechanical equipment that kept them all from dying, weekly trips into town to trade and stock up, and the occasional trudge down to the beach to see if anything interesting had washed up. Sometimes the sole survivor remained behind, skinning a radstag or shucking oysters, leaving the old man and the boy to their daily chores outside in the chilling sea breeze. On one of these occasions, Longfellow was making his way toward the wood pile he'd been stocking up and didn't realize that Shaun wasn't right behind him as usual. He might never have noticed, if he hadn't caught the quiet word on the wind at his back: "Dad."

Longfellow spun and found Shaun frozen, staring at the edge of the woods. Staring back was a radstag, glowing faintly from internal radiation, with only one head and pair of antlers.

It was a ways off, but Longfellow still moved to grab the boy and pull him out of harm's way. The movement startled the creature and it huffed before alighting into the trees, its tail flying a warning as it bounded off. Longfellow pulled Shaun close and sighed, trying to catch his breath again. "Stay close, boy."

"They all used to look like that," Shaun replied softly, watching the deer's retreat. "I never thought I'd see one without two."

"Rare as hen's teeth," Longfellow agreed. "Must be our lucky day."

X6-88: X6-88 knew that technically, his role with the director was a protection assignment, but excursions to the surface and a growing trust between them had blossomed into something else. He also knew that technically, Shaun was an assignment too, one that Father had bestowed upon the sole survivor just before his death. In the safety of their Institute quarters though, they could be something more to each other. They could talk about what it was to be a synth, to live apart from the world at large, and what within their little underground haven could be changed for the betterment of something beyond mankind.

He and the sole survivor were cautious at first to talk about these sorts of things around Shaun, but the synth boy soon proved bright enough to understand the dangers of self in this place, be they realization, expression, or actualization. "It's not fair," Shaun would say at dinner. "I want to become a scientist. I want to grow up. And I can't even talk about it anywhere else."

"We're working on it," the sole survivor always said. "Dr. Li and I have some ideas. You won't always be a child, Shaun."

X6 knew that they were doing their best, but they were hiding the fact that Dr. Li had pushed back on the project multiple times. She'd believed the synth child was a waste of time and effort from the beginning, and extending that effort would take more than just a few ideas from the sole survivor. He knew they would keep trying, but it would never be fast enough for a 10-year-old boy. And every step they took toward that goal would bring the scrutiny of the Directorate, some of whom were eager to find any reason to discredit the brand-new upstart that had passed them up to lead the Institute.

"We should leave," X6 suggested as he lay in bed next to the sole survivor after another night like this. "Before it's too late."

"We can't," they replied in a whisper. "They don't have the tech on the surface to help Shaun, and we have so much we could offer the rest of the world. If we leave, we'll never see this place again."

"It would be difficult, but we would be together."

"Just give me a little more time, X6. Please."

The Courser lay awake long after the director had gone to sleep, trying and failing to come up with a better plan. As such, he was still awake when Shaun stole into bed with them, rubbing tears from his face with his little hands. X6 settled the boy in between himself and the sole survivor and wiped the rest of the tears away with the sheet.

"I had a bad dream, dad," Shaun explained, sniffling. "I've been having them a lot."

X6 didn't have the heart to correct the child. "I know," he said instead. "I've been having them too. Dreams can't hurt you, Shaun. If they try, I'll protect you."

[evita-shelby]

Love's a state of mind

Chapter 3

Cw:mentions of unplanned pregnancy symptoms lol

Gif by @chishiyasan

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

“Marry me.”

One second, they were dancing in the middle of New York City and the next they are sprawled on a beach blanket in Lover’s beach.

She had taken him there using her connections to get them past the security of the little island off the coast of Mexico.

A gift for their six-month anniversary after that disastrous dinner with his dad.

It had been perfect, just them here, like a dream made reality.

Both haloed by the sun looking like gods fucking each other’s brains out and getting sand in places only they could reach.

She’d then discovered he turned as red as her string bikini if left too long in the sun.

God, Evie, where have you been my whole life, he had groaned sinfully as she had slathered the aloe vera on his utterly sunburned back.

He loved being coddled, to be cared for in a way no one really had after his mom died.

Robert was putty in her hands, and it had made it all the worse.

So, to make up for having seduced him with bad intentions ---saving her meager windfarms and solar panels--- she resolved to love him like he’s never been loved before.

“Ask me when we’re awake, Rob.” She kissed him in response, refusing to answer until the dream sharing ends.

Where is the fun in saying yes to the perfect fake proposal when she has to wake up and not have a perfect proposal in real life.

No, Robert has to work for it.

With more than just revisiting fond memories. Very fond memories.

“I like being prepared, Evie, need you to say yes before I get a ring I can’t return.” He says confirming what this trip was for and lying because she knows he already has the ring; she saw the little velvet box in his suitcase.

She couldn’t say yes.

He’s going to hate her, and she deserves it.

“I can’t marry you.”

The dream comes to a screeching stop, and it comes crashing down when she tells him his dad and godfather were right about her.

“I used you; I sought you out to keep your company from destroying mine.

I’m sorry!” Eva shouts as Robert puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger.

Robert leaves that same night they checked in and it is over. When he comes back from Sydney there is no trace of her in his apartment nor him in hers.

Or so she thinks.

“Whatever offer you have you can shove it up your ass.” She said as she walked into her conference room just in time, looking she isn’t still feeling the effects of her breakup.

She’s never had one that has made her physically ill before, especially nearly two months after it happened. So, Eva did like all women in her situation before her: she had her personal assistant buy her every reliable pregnancy test she could get her hands on.

Three were negative, the other three were positive.

She had a doctor’s appointment after this, and with any luck this meeting would end quickly, her doctor would tell her this was just a scare like the last one and this chapter in her life completely over.

Usually, this meeting never happens because Eva had been in Robert’s bed long enough for them to know it was a losing battle, but now that things were over, was fair game. She expected Browning to come, to come and gloat about her not having Rob to protect her fledging company anymore.

But it’s not that condescending asshole waiting for her.

It is Robert.

Robert Michael Fischer who should have been in Sydney by now because that man never misses a chance to see his asshole father who he goes back to every two weeks like a dog begging for abuse.

He’s doing this to hurt her, the woman thinks as she sees him wear that tie ---that damn tie she bought for him because it matched the lingerie he gave her--- and sitting on the opposite end of the conference table with his team. Robert’s making her play this game of chicken even if all she wants to do is throw her coffee ---and herself--- at him.

And beg him on her knees for him to take her back because she hates herself so much for hurting him. Eva wants to hate him, and yet she can’t because no matter what she tried he has been the last person she’s been with.

He is the only one she wants. And he knows it going by that confident look in his eyes.

“You must really love that windfarm.” Rob sits back with hands clasped in front of him with a smirk.

“Unlike Fischer Morrow and Riley International, I know the only way forward is through renewable energy and Aurai is crucial to my company. Try all you want, but as I have told your charming godfather, your company’s constant harassment will not stop me, Mr. Fischer.” Eva could turn this meeting into hell with just four words, but she won’t because the last thing she wants is for her ex-boyfriend to think she did it to trap his entitled ass.

“Is that why you seduced me, Miss Smith?” he asks, looking at her like she’d only broken his heart yesterday and not like ten weeks ago.

“Everyone who is not me or Mr. Fischer leave. Take lunch or have a tour of the offices, just leave.” Eva orders her employees and his out and they do as they are told; his assistant and the company financial advisor know better than to fight her.

The moment they leave she locks the door and sits herself on the table, legs crossed and close enough to Robert to really keep his attention.

“What do you want?”

He wants to play, then she will play.

He had the tie, she had the matching lingerie, well, just the brassiere, Eva never got her panties back from him.

“You know damn well what I want.” He answered and gave into the urge to touch her. Hand caressing her thigh and stopping just where the skirt ended.

Revenge.

He doesn’t even care about the property, he is just doing this to fuck with her.

“You don’t even care about the Aurai wind park.” She says leaning forward enough to let him know she’s wearing the bra that matches his tie.

“I don’t, but you do, so much so that you played me like a fiddle for it.” He leans forward as well, speaks low, and looks up at her knowing it’s only their stubbornness keeping them from making this meeting an even bigger mistake than it already was.

He would fold, or she would on the condition that land remains a picturesque hillside with its cute little farms and windmills.

They might end up fucking and regretting it, but then again, she’s regretting coming in today. Eva was starting to feel dizzy, and it wasn’t from the comforting and luxurious cologne Rob wears.

“Only in the beginning, everything after that night in New York was as real as you and me, Bobby.” It is genuine and he knows it. Eva hadn’t intended to say such words, but his words stung her and demanded she refute his claim.

“You play dirty, Evie.” Robert’s hand squeezed her thigh and ventured higher thinking she wasn’t going to stop him. He wants her as much as she wants him, only reason she played this stupid game with him.

But she needs this meeting to end, preferably before this lightheadedness turns to nausea or worse, swooning.

Eva hasn’t believed in God since she was a teenager and yet she is this close to praying she’s not pregnant.

“Oh, no. Dirty would be offering you the chance to use me to sate your need for revenge in exchange for Fischer Morrow leaving me and Aurai the fuck alone. I am perfectly willing to let you have the wind park as long as you make damn sure that land isn’t drilled for the oil Browning has his eyes on.” The young woman leaned back, gently removed his hand from under her skirt and laid it flat against the table. “What do you think, Mr. Fischer?”

“Keep your fucking wind farm, Miss Smith, Fischer Morrow won’t bother you again.” Robert takes back his hand as if it burned him and gets up to leave, but not before snaking his arm around her waist and kissing her with all the aggravation and desire he feels for her.

The meeting ends on a victory for Aurai Energy, but not before Eva passes out the second he leaves.

[eggcompany]

Bleeding Gold, My Love

Oswald's trans. He works as a camboy to try and pay his share of their shared apartment. One day he streams on his period. Edward helps him to clean up and takes time to fuck him in the tub. But what happens when the money keeps rolling in without them knowing?

“I’m just like hanging out. I’m horny but I’m on my period and I know if I cum I’m gonna screw up my cup and then I’ll have to mess with it and I’m comfortable right now.” Oswald said and read some more comments that floated in. 

He was laying on his belly on their shitty little bed. Cam shows were a new thing to try and scrounge up money since his mom died. It got them enough to buy some food. Eddie in college barely made enough at the library to pay off the bills and keep them in the shitty little apartment. Oswald had tried working at a few places but because of either getting beaten up or threats on his life, he always had to quit or got fired. 

Now he found a pretty good niche, he was a fetish. He was both petite and trans. He’d had top surgery and the scars brought people in, the fact he was so pale with dark hair and blue eyes brought them in, and of course his blushing pink pussy and hard t-cock were the stars. 

He made enough to not quit. He made enough for his blackmarket testosterone and enough to be able to eat. Plus the comments were a definite confidence booster. 

“Yeah I use a diva cup. I don’t like pads, they like rub me weird and the hormones make me just unreasonably sensitive when stuff rubs on my clit and a pad just irritates that skin.” He explained as more questions rolled in about different stuff. He ignored most of the weird or really gross questions but didn’t block anyone. He really couldn’t afford to block people who weren’t threatening his life. 

He groaned and rolled his wrists, he was so stiff, the cold weather was killing his joints. His shoulders hurt too and the way he was laying wasn’t helping but it could be worse. 

“Um… I’ve never done a show before on my period. I’ve tried the um, the cervix cup things but I just don’t like those. Just don’t like having to like… Manhandle my pussy when I’m so sensitive.” Oswald said and watched as a big flood of comments came in after. He read through them and was a little shocked. He chewed his lip and rubbed his feet together which brought forward a few foot comments but most of them were just pushing the same thing. 

“Don’t bother? Don’t bother with a show or a cup?” Oswald asked as a big influx of “ no do it!” “Please do it” “I’ll tip you so much if you do it ” “ Three hundred for a show” . 

He waited a minute to read more comments and looked back at the camera with a shocked look. 

“You guys want the blood? Oh you pervs!” Oswald teased as more and more comments flooded in about how the viewers wanted to see Oswald’s cunt bleed around a toy. Most comments were begging but there were a few that were more… graphic.

“Um… I mean I could. No time like the present but… oh what the hell I could do it in the bathtub and just wash it down after.” Oswald said and smiled brightly at the camera. That’s something he really had to get used to. Not smiling at the screen, smiling at the camera. It seemed to be something that would drag in some extra money for christmas. 

“Okay, make sure to tune in tomorrow! Um or my emails. I put out emails…” Oswald said and looked to press the end button. They had updated the site recently and the notification mute button was where the end button used to be and the close stream button was in the corner. 

“Tomorrow…” He muttered and looked at the camera one more time before closing out the stream. He groaned and let his face fall to the bedspread. Fuck… he was so wet. 

“Ed, I’m just a little nervous. I mean it’s just so sensitive and what if something icky comes out? I mean I’m just… people want it but what if…” Oswald was yammering nervously as he washed another dish. They’d just finished their slight dinner. Edward had always been a good cook, being able to whip up something warm and filling out of canned food and cheap cuts of fatty meat. 

“Ozzie, you'll be okay. You know I love it when you let me have you during this time.  You know people are gonna love those little sounds, gonna love seeing how sensitive and tender you get. They signed up to see you, they’ll love to see you no matter what.” Edward said and rubbed his hands from where they had been massaging Oswald’s pelvis up to wrap around him to hug his torso. He loved the way the shorter man’s skin was always a little clammy, loving the way it warmed under his hands. 

“You’ll help me clean up after?” Oswald asked and turned his head so Ed could kiss his lips. He was always insecure about his job . Edward worked a real job and was so pretty and tall and had such pretty eyes and was so smart and his skin was really soft and….

“Of course, you know you can call me and I’ll come help you. Try and be careful though so you don’t need my help.” Ed said and referenced to the last time Ozzie had a show in the bathroom. 

He’d slipped in the shower and kept going on with the show until it ended and then screamed out. He’d wrenched his bad knee and was laying crumpled in the shower and Ed had to carry him to bed because it hurt so bad. Then he was bed ridden for the next few days and his knee had turned dark and swelled up and Ed had nearly dragged him to the doctors. 

“I know, I know, but I’ll be laying down this time.” Oswald said and moved Ed’s hands by his wrists to warm and push back at his lower stomach again. 

“Fuck…. My clit’s still throbbing. Oh my god. Thanks guys but I’m, oh lord, I’m done. It’s been very fun and uh oh just bye, bye, I gotta clean up.” Oswald said exhaustively and clicked the video end. He laid back against the cool tub wall. He’d set the computer up on the lid of the toilet beside him and the camera was sitting on the opposite edge of the tub so it could capture the whole picture. He was sort of out of breath still. 

It had been more fun then he’d thought it would be. The dings of the tips had been nonstop and the bells even rang when they met their goal of $500 when he had barely even gotten his fingers into himself.  

“Eddie? I’m done now.” Oswald called out and smiled as his boyfriend walked in in his sweatpants riding low on his hips. The shorter man was floating somewhere very far away and felt very good. 

“Beautiful, darling” Ed said and knelt down to kiss Oswald. Oswald hummed and let his head loll over to lay his cheek against the wall. 

“Rinse and then a good bath?” Edward asked and picked up the dildo and held it over the tub as it was still dripping a bit of blood. Oswald hummed and nodded. 

“Yeah, just… put that in the sink, I’ll deal with it later.” Oswald said and Ed ran some water over the toy and returned to his blissed out bloody boyfriend. He looked gorgeous. Cheeks and chest all blushing pink, his scars standing out on his chest, eyes all big and dark, and of course his body all lax and lovely looking. Ed wanted to hold him and cuddle with him forever. 

“Th-“ Ed started gazing down at Oswald. 

“No riddles.” Oswald cut him off with a smirk and Edward grabbed the shower head from the wall. It was one of Oswald’s investments. And one Edward had learned was very very worthy of the splurge. 

“I love you.” Edward said and turned on the water and turned it away from the noriet until the water grew warm. Oswald hated cold water so he tucked his feet up away from the water for a moment. 

“Quick rinse or do you want me to really get at you?” Edward asked and looked over at Oswald who rolled his eyes. 

“Just rinse me off and then bath. You should join me.” Oswald said and smiled as Ed knelt down and rinsed his legs off. The older boy let his legs straighten back out so Edward could gently rub the blood away with the assistance of the perfectly warm water. 

“Of course my bird” Ed answered and quickly rinsed the blood from Os’s legs and stomach and gave a quick rinse to Oswald’s still aroused red folds. Oswald’s stomach jumped a few times when a particular stream of water hit his clit. 

“I hate pants” Oswald grumbled and pulled at Ed’s sweatpants when he put the shower head against the wall and turned the faucet on. Ed let them be pulled over his butt and pool at his ankles. He wasn’t wearing underwear, hoping on getting to join Oswald’s bath anyway. 

Oswald giggled and watched Ed with eyes full of adoration as he kicked the offensive sweats away and moved to climb in behind Oswald. 

Ed hugged Oswald’s damp body and kissed the side of his head, sweat making his lips taste slightly salty. 

“My handsome man. My pretty bird.” Ed whispered hotly into the other’s ear causing Oswald to preen and rub his head against Ed’s shoulder. 

“My beautiful boyfriend. My pretty, pretty bird.” He whispered and mouthed along the pale side of Oswald’s neck. The dark haired boy tilted his head so Ed could spread the kisses and scraps of teeth. 

Ed reached and turned the water off once the water was up to Oswald’s chest. He continued to kiss and suck marks into Oswald’s neck, making the other boy let out whined and cute little cries. 

“Eddie, please, come on- ah~” Oswald asked and shoved back so Edward’s erection rubbed against the clef of his ass, rubbing at the soft flesh there. Ed bit down on his neck and laughed a bit at Oswald’s trembling. 

Ed pulled at Oswald’s hips so he was turned around straddling the taller man’s thin thighs. 

“Please Eddie, it’s so tender.” Oswald whined and shoved his face into Ed’s shoulder and wrapped his arms lightly around Ed’s middle. 

“Say it Ozzie, just say it.” Edward said and let his hands wander across and down Oswald’s trembling body. He ended up using one hand to grasp the base of his cock and the other to rub at Oswald’s hip as his cock teased at his hole. 

“Oh you ass!” Oswald cried out and tried to shove himself down but Edward didn’t let him. 

“Say it.” Edward said and Oswald looked up at his eyes and looked so prissy in the moment. Like a brat being told no. 

“You're an ass. Please fuck me now though.” Oswald said and shouted as Ed’s cock slipped into his open body. He clung tightly back onto Ed’s muscles shoulders and let out short whimpers and grunts. 

Bath sex was his favorite. 

Bath sex was everyone’s favorite. 

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“You are going to literally kill me.” Oswald said as Edward walked into their bedroom. He had the laptop open in front of him on the bed and Edward stopped short of pulling his jacket off. 

“Why? What happened?” He asked quickly. He’d hate to not know for a second longer. He moved to look at the computer and his eyes nearly bigged out of his head at the sight. 

Their bank account. 

“I didn’t turn off the stream. I didn’t press the right button. People really like you, apparently.” Oswald said with a huff of laughter at Edward’s shocked face. That one stream, one little internet stream, brought in enough for a new apartment, furniture, fucking ribeye steaks at the best restruant in town. 

“Ozzie… That’s fourteen thousand dollars.” Edward said and looked at his smiling boyfriend. 

“I’m thinking a penthouse with a view.” Oswald said before being picked up and pulled to be hugged and swung around the room. 

“Never fucking do that again! But oh my god Ozzie we can move out! I’m gonna buy so many groceries!” Edward said and they both broke out in loud laughter.