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semischarmed · 1 year ago

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Thread, Part 2

Aaand the pendulum swings back. This is your warning, this one is (in my opinion) particularly evil.

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Charlie looked away, trying to respect his brother’s privacy. His first reaction was to recoil at seeing his naked brother. As if reading his mind, I could feel him flash confusion and then look back to confirm what he had just seen. Joey made a mad dash for his brother, dropping the needle before I tightened my control to freeze him in place.

“G-get help…” Joey managed to stammer out. “H-he’s controlling me somehow”. I bit my lip. Seeing his brother seemed to have stirred a fight in him. I looked at the needle worriedly, something Charlie seemed to have caught on to.

Joey looked at Charlie with pleading eyes. Seeing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his brother seemed to have stirred a rare bit of courage.

In a speed unbecoming his form, Charlie ran to me, punching me square in the jaw. I recoiled. That hurt. A lot, actually. I looked to Charlie’s heavenly face. Even as the pain stung my cheek, and his eyes burned with a fury that brought a twinge of fear in my heart and a tickle of a little something else in my body, I couldn’t help but look at the younger brother in a new respect.

I moaned at the pain, making sure Joey mimicked in an off-putting way. “Charlie, don’t hurt him, You’re hurting me too,” I had Joey lie. He spasmed slightly as I had to reassert my control. Charlie closed his eyes for a second, trying to rationalize the situation. His eyes were laser focused on the needle.

The guy was way faster than his shyness gave him credit for. In a flash, he made a mad dash for the needle, and aimed it right at me. I puppetted brother against brother, pulling Joey’s meaty hand to catch Charlie’s at the last second. Fuck that was close. I sighed in relief.

I eyed the point of the needle, mere inches away from my face. I saw the gears in Charlie’s head spinning, and his determined face after. The momentary weakness painted so clearly on my face seemed to all but confirm what we both now knew to be true. Had the needle pricked me, I would not only lose the gift from the god of flesh but would have been seriously injured.

I bit my lip. The newfound bravery painted on Charlie’s cute face made me hard as a rock but was troublesome. I sighed, puppetting my new, bicep-laden flesh to walk over and wipe the sweat from my forehead. I surveyed the two brothers. The younger, cute face brimming with determination, needle in hand. And the elder marionette of muscle, face in fear and guilt. Something else shone in both brother’s eyes, something that prompted me to lick the side of Joey’s cheek. Delicious Hope. I wanted to swallow it all for myself. Time to get creative.

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“You’re going to regret doing that, Charles.” I had Joey word sternly. Charlie must not have been used to the coldness I distilled into Joey’s voice, as I saw him look dejected for a moment before eying Joey’s head shaking swiftly and his eyes trying to reassure the younger brother. Not good. My control over Joey was not absolute, and every time the brothers interracted, I could feel it waning. I had to act fast. I motioned Joey’s arm, forcing it to push Charlie back. I could tell it stung him both physically and emotionally from the stray tear that welled in the corner of his eye. Good.

“Charlie, you didn’t get to see all the fun we were having,” I forced Joey to say. Joey began to whimper as I traced my hands over his hips. With a motion of my nerves, I commanded Joey’s plump ass to grind into me. I was instantly hard.

“Look how good he is at controlling me.” I manipulated Joey’s lips into a devious smile. My hands wrapped around his should blades, then his meaty biceps, before resting on each pec.

“I love this so much,” Joey whines.

I furrowed Joey’s brows as I forced him to cast hateful eyes right onto Charlie. They began to tear and redden as I kept them locked onto Charlie in unblinking fury. “Why are you trying to ruin a good thing bro. What kind of brother are you?”

My fingers delectably traced each nipple of the elder brother’s form. “I fucking want this…” I forced his tongue to hang in pleasure and his biceps up into a flex.

“That’s it baby,” Joey is forced to say.

With the power of the needle and my nerves all over his body, I make his head rotate to face me. He is forced to tongue me savagely, and I relished in making Charlie watch a deranged version of his brother satisfying me. The saliva from his mouth flowed past my lips in multiple spots, a testament to the force he was made to kiss me with. I flexed the needle’s power a little, allowing for more flexibility in my own flesh, so that Joey’s exploring tongue could be seen poking and prodding all over my mouth. Joey’s head recoiled back into place, facing Charlie with averted eyes. They shook in struggle but were eventually forced to lock back into him. His hands shook a little before they stroked the red threads connecting us lovingly. “Fuuuuck Charlie. I never want this to end.” I relaxed my grip of control a little, to the sound of a sobbing Joey.

“You’re right, baby. You feel so good Joey, I never want it to end either”. I couldn’t help but put on a bit of a show. That prompted a louder sob from the elder brother, before his face relayed a demented smile. “I’m your fucking puppet. Your Doll. Dress me up, work my body, fuck through me, I don’t care. Every piece of Juicy Joe is yours.”

I pulled a few nerve endings from Joey, making a point to show them slithering wildly into the air before letting them snake into his mouth. It took a minute to reconnect some of my nerves inside him, but once they had, it felt like home. “I’m ready,” Joey moaned, dragging his fingers across his musculature. He then looked sick to his stomach, as some odd noises emmananted from the depths of his body. Joey made a slick, wet noise as his soulful eyes pulled back into their sockets and he regurgitated a large amount of semi-clear liquid right into my face. I welcomed the shower of Joey-flavored liquid. Lubrication. Joey’s face then pulled into a sneer, “Dominate this flesh. Dominate me. I did some rearranging for you. There’s a hole inside me, shaped just like you. For you. You need to fill it. Fill me. Ingrain in me. Integrate into me… Complete me.”

I loosened Joey’s flesh, then sent my control into his meaty arms, forcing them to start stuffing my body into a widening mouth. In turn, I began to loosen my own form. It would still be a tight squeeze, but the power of the needle made one thing evident. It was possible. Charlie began to scream. “FUCK… Joey how do I help?!”

More saliva trailed from Joey’s mouth as he pushed a little more of my body inside. “Mmmphhh” was all the older brother could manage, as his mouth fully encapsulated my head. The inside of Joey felt like a warm embrace, his wet lips like sweat laden arms beckoning my shoulders into safety. Thinking back to the needle, that’s what the inside of Joey was to me. Safety.

For an agonizing few minutes, all Charlie could do was watch in shock, as he watched his older brother’s body force more of mine inside it. From his muffled screams, he was begging the younger brother for help. Charlie ran over multiple times, try to pry me from his brother’s insides, but I only cackled from deep inside Joey’s depths as I willed the older brother’s arms to push him away each time. “C’mon bro, you had this hot bod protecting you all throughout childhood, let someone else be protected for once.” When my arms fully slipped in, I began to grab mounds of Joey’s insides, pulling myself in deeper while he was compelled to continue jamming my flesh into his.

Every piece of me was sweating inside Joey. After all, the human body runs quite hot, and I was surrounded by wet, warm flesh from every side. When the last of my toes slipped into his mouth, I had my meat-suit let out a satisfied sigh, like he had just eaten a large meal. Hearing the muted sound of Charlie’s whimpering from inside his dear brother was my dessert. I readjusted myself inside Joey, in the process unlatching every piece of nerve that was previously connected.

Even without control, my new muscle suit felt heavenly to be inside. Every piece of Joey felt intensified inside him. His muscles slowly writhing as they fought to compress his form back to its normal self which in turn squeezed me tight into him. I slipped and slid, weaving myself into his flesh, as his body’s own hard-earned muscles unknowingly embedded me into their master further. I basked in being able to feel every piece of Joey around me. His raw musk was like a liquid I was drowning in. I didn’t care, Joey felt good to drown in.

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The brothers seemed to have easily caught on to my lack of control as Joey cleared his voice and hurriedly asked, “Charlie, what should we do?” From deep inside him, I could hear the younger brother begin to whimper again. ”I-I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this”.

“Is he dead?” Charlie asked Joey.

Joey denied this, now his turn whimpering, “No, he’s still moving in here.” I felt him turn to face his brother. “C, It feels like I need to throw up but I can’t. It feels so wrong- he feels wrong in here… I feel wrong. Like he’s all over me. I dunno how to fix this.” He steeled himself before continuing, all the while my writhing flesh inside him was slipping into any pocket of space I could find and making it my home. “Listen, you need to run and get help”.

“I can’t do that to you. What’s gonna happen to you? Can you keep him in like that?” Charlie gulped. “I can see him moving inside you. Maybe we could get a doc-“

“Charlie, No.” Joey asserted as he gripped his right ab. “I’ll be fine, just get help”. I could feel his lips pull into a weak smile. “You ever see me lose a wrestling match?” Charlie’s sniffles and lack of sound told me he was shaking his head in a smile.

I knew I had to stop him, but my movements inside Joey were restricted. Even when he was under my control earlier, he felt clumsy to puppet as soon as Charlie came in. I sensed a bit of danger as the two continued to plot.

“It looks like that needle thing only works once. You could feel it too, right? Like it comes with instructions or somethin,” I could tell Charlie was again nodding in agreement. “So if you prick him again, he’ll be stuck in that form. If we could get him like this, he’d be stuck and I could just spit the fucker out.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a plan”.

No. They would not ruin this for me. My nerves were having some trouble fishing for Joey’s to bind and connect with. It was easy to see where to connect to before, but now being fully encapsulated by his flesh I needed to find these spots blind.I had to act fast. I slammed against the inside of Joey’s chest, feeling him stumble slightly. “Joey, what was that!?”

Even without my nervous system directly controlling him, I knew it was harder to fight against one’s own internal structure. I instantly slotted my hand into his, using his own skin like a glove. Joey groaned in discomfort. I slammed my face into his chest again, this time making sure to push tight against it, so the imprint of my growing smile could be seen from the outside. “Charlie, I-I….” With my Joey hand glove, I gathered the meat of his abs into a sleeve for my hardened cock. I pushed it forward, relishing in feeling the older brother’s own flesh pleasure me. Joey was now my personal cumrag. “I- FUCK” I heard Joey scream and then cry. Being inside his body already got me hot, so it only took a few pumps before I exploded all over his insides. I could feel Joey gag as he must have felt what I was doing with him.

“Joey, every piece of you feels so fucking premium” I moaned from deep inside him. This was the chance I was waiting for. Joey still reeled from the sheer disgust and violation he felt. His hands shook as Charlie tried to make heads of what had just transpired. The moment of quiet gave me what I needed to finally find Joey’s nerves. Using the power of the needle, I expanded myself outside my own body, letting all my nerves reach out and connect to Joey. Without a doubt, this was me at my most vulnerable. But deep inside Joey’s flesh, I knew I was safe. This time, I also pulled my brain out, allowing it to touch Joey’s. He screamed at first contact.

My plan was bearing fruit as more and more of my brain began to encapsulate his, burrowing deep into his folds and drilling myself into his psyche. “Holy fuck,” I felt myself blurt out. Joey’s wails were confirmation that he felt it too. Experiencing Joey carnally was one thing, but worming and meshing myself into his brain felt like deeper intimacy. I moaned as each memory of his came into view, each thought, each feeling. I felt Joey collapse into the ground, bringing me with him. His legs began kicking wildly in frustration, as his hands were dragging across the floor in front of us. “P-P-Please…. Get out of me”. I internally bit my lip as I wondered if that had damaged my new body in any way. This prime meat was too good to spoil so early.

Joey further jerked across the floor as I continued my onslaught. No aspect of Joey would not have me inside it. I inserted myself into each piece of him, relishing in owning this man to his very core. I felt his fear course through me. Partially at what I had been doing to him, but also because his now partially-corrupted brain was starting to like it, at least in a physical sense. I bonded myself into every nerve, every cell, every minute piece of the man as his toes curled in a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt him arch his back as I worked my way into his lungs and his beating heart, hijacking his athleticism for myself. Joey’s squirming settled down into tired breaths. A cool breath in. I could feel my new lungs drawing in a tremendous amount of air, a testament to Joey’s power. A quick breath out. I could feel his biceps brimming with an energy I previously never had. Another cool breath in. His lips and mine, bonded into one sensation and parting slightly. Then, one last breath out- steaming hot and damp from pleasure. Joey’s beating heart quickened for me as I bathed in the euphoria of being in this body. His eyes opened, now welcoming me to his sight as well, as we slowly focused our pupils into Charlie’s worried face. I pulled his lips into a smile. I had fully integrated into Joey’s flesh.

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“Charlie.. Please… Run”. I felt myself say. Shock painted my face, and then anger. Joey had more mental fortitude than I gave him credit for. Trying to burrow deeper into his brain was starting to feel more difficult. I reached a point that felt like a wall, an impenetrable piece of him. I addressed the body I now occupied. “Joey, just give up. You don’t want to make this harder for me, trust me.” I felt Charlie hand me the needle, “J, you got this.” I sneered internally, even in his mind, he had remained Mr. Unattainable. Joey struggled, but managed to wrestle control. He opened his mouth to try to find me, holding the needle to it. He frowned, upon feeling how tangled my insides were with his. I felt a flash of fear course through him, then resolve. Without a word, he held the needle near his hand, intending to prick himself with it. This was trouble, I hadn’t solidified my control yet.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt Charlie’s hand stop Joey. “Wait. Don’t do this Joey, we can find another way.”

Through Joey’s eyes, Charlie shone a warm smile. Joey’s face beamed one back, before it was twisted into cruel sneer. The younger brother gulped at the sight. It was tiny, but the sliver of defiance from Charlie earlier had given me the upper hand to usurp control. Joey still fought me, but, at least momentarily his body was mine to control. “J-Joey”? Asked a worried Charlie. I laughed pure malice. “Phew, that was close… Thanks bro”.

I felt myself worm a little deeper into Joey’s mind once he saw the fear paint Charlie’s eyes. I placed the needle on the desk before placing my attention back on my younger brother. Maybe a part of me was happy it ended up this way. Oh Joey… you’re being so difficult. Guess I’ll have to break you in.

“Joey, what are you-”. I slammed Charlie’s head into my chest, partially covering him in the musk I now shared with Joey. Without a word, I brought my nose over Charlie’s fluffy hair. I smothered my face, nearly choking myself as I took a deep perverted whiff of the younger brother. “J-Jmppphh”, Charlie said in struggle.

”You smell so fucking cute, lil bro.” I say through Joey’s voice. Internally I felt him recoil. “But you should see how a real man smells.” I squeeze the younger brother tighter to my new musclebound flesh, drenching him in the sweat of his older brother’s struggle.

He eventually pushed me out of the way before looking horrified at the long red thread connecting from Joey to the back of his head. “J-“ was all he managed to say before his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets and he fell to the floor.

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Joey’s nerves seemed far more potent, as I flexed them into action, bringing Charlie’s body into life. His eyes were still rolled to the back of his head as he turned to face his older brother’s body. He coughed a little before his timid voice let out a little laugh. I released some control back to Joey as he shuddered. He eyed his younger brother nervously. “Fine, Juicy Joe. Make it difficult then. This boy seems weak, how bout I just take your brother and set you free.” I began to will Charlie to start removing his clothes.

“W-Wait!” Joey exclaimed. I had the unconscious Charlie lick his lips, as I continued sensually stripping his form. I had to admit, Charlie was fucking cute. Joey gulped.

“Bro, I’m waiting.” I moaned in Charlie’s voice, wiggling the red thread of nerves connected right to the base of his skull. Charlie’s tender hands began to massage and explore every piece of his body. I had him stroke his cheeks and face tenderly. “I bet he doesn’t know what a good fucking body he has”. I say through Charlie. Then I have him slap his hands across his chest seductively. “Lil bro’s got an even tighter fit than you, but I bet he can take it”, I have Charlie tease. The red threads connecting to him wiggled a little more. “I bet I could do some real damage in this thing.”

“S-Stop!” Joey screamed. “Okay! Okay! Just leave him alone”. I felt myself burrow another inch into Joey’s mind. Charlie really does make a nice puppet… One more for the road. I gestured Charlie to pinch and twist his nipples, promoting his foot to stomp involuntarily at the pleasure, before I disconnected the threads of Joey’s nerves.

= = =

Charlie’s eyes rolled forward when he came to, nearly crying when he realized he was now naked, nipples sore and body brimming with guilt-stricken pleasure.

“Didn’t think I could fight him and win, didya C,” I taunted as I wrestled back control of Joey’s body. It was a little easier this time.

“You’re fucking weak,“ I spat venomously through Joey’s voice. Inside his mind, he was crying. He wanted to reassure Charlie he didn’t mean it, but with my thoughts now partially coursing through his, he genuinely did mean it. I felt Joey’s mind bind to me closer as more of his memories opened up. It looks like that did some damage. “You know what’s funny? He probably could have won,” I cackled. “Even now, he’s fighting me so hard, I can barely keep him contained… He’s got so much fight in him. I can’t wait till that’s mine”.

“Charlie, I love you”. I decided to bury the elder brother’s resolve even further. Using his hands, hands that once protected a younger Charlie from schoolyard bullies, hands that often provided reassurance to the shy freshman, I slammed Charlie to the ground. Hard. Charlie cried out in pain, and I forced Joey’s dick to harden in at the sound. I felt Joey whimper internally, now burdened with the guilt of not only doing this to Charlie, but also liking it. Of course, it wasn’t truly his emotions, at least not yet. But it had been enough. Mind battered and body sore from being rooted into, the once proud Mr. Unattainable, Mr. Juicy Joe himself relented. I felt the barrier in the flesh of his brain burst and his psyche shatter. It was likely only a moment of weakness, but a moment was all I needed. I quickly flooded into the gaps, relishing in becoming an integral part of Joey. Cum sputtered from his dick as I basked in our culmination. Every muscle tensed as we coalesced. Joey’s thoughts and emotions flowed through me, uninhibited. And now, I flowed through them, maneuvering them, piecing into them, making him feel and think my thoughts and feelings. Joey let out one last scream as he jerked his head side to side. “Get out of my head! Get out of my head! G-“ His head slung forward. Then, silence. Then a smile. My smile. I could hardly contain myself. I let out a satisfied sigh, panting from my handiwork. I was now the glue holding Joey, body and mind, together. His brain pulsed, trying to form thoughts, but I constricted, wrapping myself in them, tainting each thought before allowing them to flow back out. Fuck it felt good to think in his head. “Joey… we are one”

Being Joey’s puppeteer was raw pleasure. But being inside him? Thinking for him? Feeling for him? Knowing we were inseparably one? It transcended pleasure. Every inch of my new flesh moved to my command. No resistance, no delay. “J-Joey?” I heard a voice ask meekly. It was then that I realized I had grabbed onto Charlie to steady myself while Joey was shaking in sheer delight.

“Fuuuck dude,” I sputtered between Joey’s shallow breaths. “He’s so fucking strong”. I panted a little more. It was almost too much for me, “Look, I don’t even need my nerves to hold you down.” I teased with sinister glee. My hand kept Charlie from escaping. I shoved him to the other end of the room, blocking his escape with the body that once protected him in the past.

“He’s got such a fucking hog too” I grunted in pleasure, as I grasped the dick of Mr Unattainable. I let out a dirty smile at my new brother. Aside from the boundless energy, Joey’s body also surged with testosterone, and it took some time to get used to the intensified essence of man that now coursed inside me. I shuddered. Being Joey felt amazing.

“Joey, Fight it!” Charlie shouted. I moved and leaned into my cute new younger brother.

“Joey’s gone bro,” I huffed nearly inaudibly. I dragged Joey’s tongue across Charlie’s cheek in a sensual perversion. Lick. “Well, not really gone. He’s always going to be with us. A part of me. Just like how I’m going to be a part of you.” Lick.

“Wanna know the best part? Joey here’s a fighter.” I grinned, first through Joey’s natural smile but then pulled it wider and wider. “Guess what his only weakness was?” I moaned, relishing in hearing Joey-flavored words come out of me. It was intoxicating being in final, full control. “Guess what finally let me take this delicious piece of ass for myself.” I ruffled Charlie’s hair tenderly, a habit I extracted from Juicy Joe’s memory. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have minded, as it was almost a ritual of sorts between the two. Here, he shuddered, sickened by the corruption of their brotherly bond. “It was you, bro. You made him weak... Thank you”.

I wore the original Joey’s sincerity around me like a mask. It felt natural to slot into his behaviors and mannerisms. “See, tell me you could tell the difference. I’m your big bro,” I taunted as I started clumsily grinding into him.

“Joey, please” Charlie pleaded. From his face, I could tell he was steadily losing hope.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry…” Joey’s vocal cords say. “I don’t know how to stop him.”

I watched hope return to his eyes. “J-Joey. Is that you? I knew it! You’re in there! You have to fight this.”

“Charlie…. He’s too strong” Joey’s body cried. I kicked my legs and grasped my throat.

“Fight it!”

“I don’t know how to stop him!” I repeated, before I callously laughed, eyes rolling back in sinful glee, “Because I don’t fucking want to. I was born and bred for this. Look at my eyes, can’t you tell it’s me in here? I’m Joey. The same Joey that helped you learn to ride a bike, the same Joey that taught you how to read”.

I relished Charlie’s expression. There was no Joey left. At least, the original Joey. He knew it too. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, C. To be fucking integrated. I wanted him inside me” I huffed, as I sped up. “I wanted him wearing my skin, flexing my muscles… squeezing this hot body deep inside you.”

Charlie looked up in confusion. “J-Joey, what do you mean?

“Little bro you’re gonna love my power. Look at this fucking bicep. Do you want this? Do you want it inside you?” I mocked as I pricked his flesh with the needle. “This little thing scared the shit out of me! Imagine if you pricked me before I got into Juicy Joe” I pouted, as I squeezed my new body’s left ass cheek. I could tell it destroyed Charlie to watch his ‘brother’ treat his own body like this. “You’re gonna be my little insurance. Mr unattainable’s gonna stay unattainable. Don’t worry, unlike Joey over here, I’ll keep you around. You don’t put up much of a fight”. I could tell each word was like a dagger stabbing into Charlie’s heart.

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, but I know you can handle it. I believe in you…little bro” I moaned, dragging Joey’s hands all over Charlie’s body sensually. Horror dawned on his face as he seemed to have grasped my plan. “Here I thought Joey was fucking stupid,” I spat in laughter. “But it was his brain cells that came up with this little maneuver.” Charlie’s eyes darted wildly, trying to come up with ways to avoid the inevitable. “All those times this meatpuppet protected you when you were kids… Now it’s your turn to protect us” I kissed his soft lips savagely, dragging Joey’s tongue all over his mouth, wanting to taste every inch of my future home. I pulled from the brotherly kiss in a loud gasp for air. There was a long pause in the air as a trail of saliva hung between our two mouths.

“Now make some room for big bro”.

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Well, what’d you think? There’ll probably be a third part to this, but it might take a minute.

#male possession #male body control #male corruption #male merge #male puppet #male takeover #male skinsuit

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fatkish · 7 months ago

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Good day~ I'd like to request some fluffy fluffy abo HCs for Shoji x Reader please! It's the first time he's taken his mask off around his omega, either pre-planned or accidentally, your pick. But omega is ultra affectionate and accepting, aaand gets a little scent-drunk from getting a pure whiff of his pheromones without the mask in the way, so they're just face-planted into his neck, purring.

Thanks for your time!

(I hope you don’t mind that I decided to make a short drabble about this)

Alpha Mezo Shoji x Omega Reader

On a cold afternoon after school, you and Mezo were snuggled up together inside your nest. Mezo had made you both some hot chocolate as you both got cozy and snuggled together under some soft warm blankets. Mezo had been debating with himself whether or not he should remove his mask in front of you. Mezo didn’t want to frighten you, he also didn’t want to be rejected, although he highly doubts that you’re that kind of person. He was afraid that you wouldn’t like the way he looks.

Earlier that afternoon, you had decided to make giant soft pretzels in your dorm together. You had taught Mezo how to make them and had put them in your toaster oven to cook them. Now you both were snuggling and waiting for the pretzels to be done. As you nuzzled into Mezo’s shoulder, he purred and wrapped his arms tighter around you, nuzzling his cheek into the crown of your head. You both were so warm and cozy that it was almost not worth getting up to retrieve the pretzels once the oven went off.

You got up and decided you wanted yours with cinnamon sugar so you melted some butter in a small bowl and mixed some cinnamon sugar and brown sugar in the butter, Mezo wanted a savory pretzel so he melted some shredded cheese on it and had a small bowl of marinara sauce. You both returned to your nest as you set your food in front of you both. You then grabbed your remote for your TV and pulled up Netflix to continue watching your guy’s show. While you were busy pulling up Delicious in Dungeon, Mezo had removed his mask.

Mezo was worried about how you were going to react. When you smelled the increase in Mezo’s scent you turned around to see Mezo had removed his mask. You stood still for a moment before jumping on him and snuggling into him. You kissed him all over face and nuzzled into his neck. Mezo could only smile with a soft look in his eyes as he wrapped his many arms around you as you both cuddled.

“I love you Mezo, Thank you for showing me your beautiful face” you spoke as you smiled

Mezo just purred and took the remote to start the show. You snuggled into Mezo as you both ate your pretzels and watched your show. You became a sort of giggly mess as you snuggled into Mezo and engulfed more of his scent and became somewhat scent drunk. Every time you thought something was funny you giggled, Mezo just smiled and chuckled seeing you drunk off his scent. You and Mezo continued to snuggle together as you watched TV that afternoon, all cozy and warm.

#alpha mezo shoji #shoji mezo x reader #mezo shoji x reader #bnha mezo shoji #mha shoji mezo #mha x omega reader #bnha x omega reader #mha omegaverse #bnha omegaverse

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fuctacles · 5 days ago

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Fic request! 🎂

I ammm always needing more werewolf shifter Steve BUT that “My turn” on the polycule bingo is speaking to me 👀

Uno reverse and happy birthday! You get both. This is the closest I ever got to writing omegaverse, I think.

Part of @fourormore bingo - "my turn". I also used "snow" from the upcoming @stmonstercalendar werewolf day. Aaand I guess i could count it as "winter" from my @steddiebingo

E | 2575 | Stranger Things | Steddie, Corroded King | snowed in, open relationship, friends with benefits, orgy, mating cycles, werewolf Steve, not beta read im tired, knotting

"Well, this was a great idea," Eddie complains, his teeth chattering as he looks out of the window. Not that there is anything to look at. It's just snow as far as the eye can see.

His answer is, of course, a loud choked off moan. He rolls his eyes.

"I don't know what you're on about," Gareth answers, his breath hitching. "I'm having a blast."

Jeff snorts.

"Steve's having a blast. Inside you."

Doug snickers at that and high fives him over Steve's writhing body. Even Gareth laughs, but nearly swallows his tongue when Steve hits just right, and his knot pushes into his ass.

"Oh my god," he wheezes. His friends touch and pull on skin, always mesmerized by the way it stretches around Steve. Gareth hisses at them, tries to pull away but it just tugs at the knot inside him and makes him whimper. Slowly, he lies down on Steve's chest, who wraps him in his arms, making small aborted movements of his locked hips.

When Jeff and Doug also wrap their arms around them, Eddie really feels how cold he is. He pulls the hoodie over his head, before marching back to their make-shift bed. It's all the mattresses pulled from the beds, laid in front of the fireplace, which is now black and cold, because they agreed to only use it at night.

It's a winter break in their tour, which they decided to take in a cabin in the mountains. The fact that it lined up with the full moon wasn't a problem for them, but then the weather got worse, and they decided to rely less on the limited wood supply and more on their werewolf furnace. One thing led to another, Steve's sensitive wolf senses smelled four willing guys and thus, the rut they're now going through.

Eddie sighs.

"My turn next," he says, and Steve's whimpery howl, the way his hips thrust up inside Gareth, make it feel a bit better.

Because, Eddie likes to bottom, but not in front of his friends, not when Steve is wolfed out and single-minded. He loves it when his boyfriend takes it slow, when he kisses his whole body and manages to switch his loud brain off, taking him to the edge over and over again. He loves it when it's a ritual between the two of them, a proof that someone loves him and has enough patience for someone like Eddie.

And it's not like he doesn't love his friends, but it always feels vulnerable to do in front of them. But, anything for the love of his life. If Steve wants Eddie's hole, he's going to get it.

Gareth yelps.

There's a lot of movement on the center of their nest, and when the blankets settle, Eddie's presented with Steve's ass. Gareth is lying below him, stuck on his knot.

He blinks. It's rare for wolf Steve to switch mid-sex, it's always top or bottom, depending on his mood and who he's with when it hits. And his instincts don't like him being vulnerable like this in a group, for different reasons than Eddie.

"You sure, puppy?" he asks, kneeling down on the mattress to get close to them. His answer is an impatient wiggle of Steve's butt, accompanied by his growl and Gareth's whine as he moves. Eddie laughs. "Okay, baby."

"Damn, I was hoping for an Eddie show," Doug pouts, handing him the bottle of lube.

Eddie hums thoughtfully as he pours the cold gel on his fingers. It still baffles him when he hears that his friends enjoy seeing him moan like a whore on his boyfriend's dick. It's easy to forget when he's the one to fuck them, usually, and they never treat him any different from the tough persona he takes on in his daily life. It's never addressed or pointed out, that their energetic frontman, a metalhead freak, likes to jump on a werewolf cock like a bitch in heat.

"The night is still young," he points out coyly as he slides one finger into Steve. He does get more pliable after an orgasm.

While Eddie is stretching him, Steve's knot deflates enough to slip out of Gareth, who makes a whine that sounds between pained and relieved. He squirms away when the hips above him start moving again in search of a willing hole.

"Okay, my turn," Jeff taps him out, and Doug helps him pull their drummer from under Steve. With some awkward shuffling, he takes his place and tries to guide the cock between his legs into his stretched out ass. In the end, he needs some help from his friends, pulling apart his ass cheeks while Eddie presses Steve's hips down, but they eventually hit home, pushing a long moan from him. "Oh, my gods," Jeff whispers. He only has a moment to take it in before Steve starts moving.

They are all stretched and ready to go, naked from the waist down, since it's too cold to take all their clothes off. Even Steve's body heat can't keep them that warm.

Fucking Jeff makes Eddie's job a little harder, but whenever he presses against Steve's prostate, it freezes him for a second, giving him extra time. As he starts massaging it with the pads of his fingers, his boyfriend's movements get more sluggish. He whines into Jeff's neck, who grins at Eddie while rubbing soothingly at their werewolf's back.

"It's okay, puppy," he coos into his ear. "You can breed me in a second, Eddie's gotta take care of you, too."

"Eddie," Steve groans deep in his throat, like it was the only word he processed and is now latching on to.

"Yeah," Jeff chuckles. "Eddie's your favorite, isn't he?"

Eddie presses harder into him, and Steve howls.

"Yes! Mate!" he whines, his hips now moving with a different kind of urgency, not sure which way to go. Into the willing heat around his dick, or the loving touch of his mate.

Once he can easily slide four fingers in, Eddie knows he's ready. Breaching him any sooner than that might result in nasty bites, which they have learned the hard way.

And it couldn't be any better timing, because Steve calling him that was probably his biggest turn on.

"I've got you, my mate," he says, pressing in, slow but insistent, until his hips push Steve deeper into Jeff.

The sounds they make are vastly different and unsynchronized, but in their horny minds sound like a harmony. Clumsily at first, they start moving, until Steve's brain gets back online enough to start moving properly. He's the strongest one, so he's doing most of the work, thrusting into Jeff and impaling himself back on Eddie.

"Baby, you feel so good," Eddie praises, wrapping himself around his boyfriend's torso, knowing he'll take what he needs, at least until his knot locks him in place again.

It's so hot, he can feel his thin hoodie get damp with sweat, both his and probably Steve's. He's the only one fully naked between them. It's hot, and he can feel all four of them touching him, never too far away. Gareth is lying limply on their left, tired but keeping his eyes open, enjoying the show. On the right, Doug is squeezing his dick, awaiting his turn.

It should be uncomfortable, but all Eddie can focus on is the tight grip Steve has around his dick. His hips jump with the force of his trust, and he helps him push down, harder and faster, until Jeff gasps when the swelling knot pushes into him.

"Almost..."

Steve's hips snap with force and seal him in place. He growls, his hips still moving as he unloads inside the man, who comes too, in the limited space between their bodies. Eddie knows from experience that Steve's knot massages perfectly against a prostate, and he's almost jealous.

He bends down, their bodies protesting, but he needs to catch Jeff's little moans into his mouth. His taste the sweetest, because what they usually get is growls and screams he belts into the microphone on stage. Who knew that all it takes to tame a loud metalhead, four of them, even, is a werewolf cock.

Steve, ever the impatient mutt, pushes his face between them, briefly turning it into a three-way kiss. It's too much tongue and not enough kissing for Eddie's liking, so he leaves them to it, sitting back up. He's on a mission anyway. Steve jumps at first, when he grabs his hips, but soon relaxes back down, realizing what's coming.

Considering his hips are locked in place, Eddie has to do all the work. And it's not like he is a pillow princess, but he hopes one of his lovers will be down to give him a massage later.

During his rut, Steve is constantly on edge, so it doesn't take much to get him there. Watching his ass ripple with each thrust, and the sloppy make out in front of him, brings Eddie over soon after. He falls against Steve's back, muscle aching from the unusual work out. As soon as his dick is empty and soft, he rolls over, whining. It's embarrassing how tired he feels after only his first round.

He, of course, lands on top of Doug, who hisses as his rock hard dick gets jostled in the process.

"Sorry," he murmurs, readjusting himself against the soft sweater covering his human pillow. "Rub my thighs?"

Doug sighs, but without protest, pulls Eddie a little bit higher so he can reach his sore muscles easier. His big, calloused fingers starts kneading the meaty flesh, and the body on top of him melts with relief.

"Thank you," Eddie sighs. He can feel his friend's cock rubbing against the inside of his thighs, and it feels nice too. Would feel even nicer inside him, probably. He's very close to this state where he'll do anything he's asked for, as long as it keeps him feeling this good.

Next to them, Jeff groans as his asshole stretches around the deflating knot. It leaves him with a wet pop, and a trickle of cum follows out. He sighs, legs falling limply apart and head tilting so Steve can nose at his neck, lapping the sweat. Eddie watches it with one eye, cheek squished against Doug's chest, and hums in longing. He wants Steve's tongue on himself, too.

His boyfriend's eyes snap up to him, shining golden in his werewolf haze. With their gazes locked, he leaves long, wet stripes of saliva on Jeff's dark skin. Eddie whines. Suddenly Doug's fingers and his whole body below is not enough skin contact.

Not until Steve moves across Jeff, leaning on his elbows to lick Eddie's face clean. It should be gross, but he loves it. He smiles, content with the attention, and angles his face away from Doug's pecs to give him full access. When Steve's tongue catches the corner of his lips, he sucks it into his mouth, so he can lick him from the inside, too. The angle becomes almost uncomfortable as Steve moves over his body, but eventually, he flips Eddie over, much to Doug's dismay.

"I'm still here, guys," he complains from under them. Though his hands resettle on Eddie's thighs, so he can't mind that much.

Steve wouldn't forget him, his werewolf hindbrain hyperaware of the stretched, unfucked hole in front of him. He spreads his legs apart and angles his hips, all the while kissing (licking, biting, same thing) Eddie, sandwiched between them, thighs spread even further for the new position. It's not comfortable for any of them, but Steve is determined to have them both.

It takes a couple of tries, but Eddie knows when he gets inside, because Doug's hands dig into his flesh and his gasp is hot against the ape of his neck. Steve starts panting into his mouth as he moves, and when he bends them even more, Doug's dick slides between Eddie's cheeks, making him whine. Each thrust moves him against his hole and taint, and he wonders how fast he can come after the last time. His body might be going for a record tonight.

Eddie moves his hips as much as he can, savoring the slide of a hard cock so close to where he's aching and empty. His own, spent dick, twitches pathetically.

"Stevie, baby," he pants against his boyfriend's lips. "Can Doug fuck me? Please," he begs. The angle would be difficult, but maybe Steve would show mercy and flip him around again.

"No," Steve growls, his hips picking up pace. "Mine."

"Oh," Eddie whimpers. "Okay," he accepts meekly. He can't find it in himself to be disappointed, not when Steve sounds like that—a feral animal ready to claim and breed.

Below him, Doug holds for dear life, letting out small sounds as Steve fucks him, and humping Eddie's ass. Steve is moving fast, panting into the hot, damp space between their bodies, and they know he's getting close, just as Doug. Eddie envies them a bit, but knows he'll get another orgasm soon, one way or another.

Then, Steve pulls him down.

The slide of his body against Doug's dick brings him over the edge, and Eddie can feel his cum seeping into the fabric of his hoodie. He's confused at first, but when he feels a thumb pulling against his hole, he remembers something important.

Doug doesn't like getting knotted.

"No, no, no, Steve!" he starts protesting, but he barely manages to grab at his boyfriend, when a scream gets torn out of his throat. Steve has slammed his knot into him without any warning.

The sound of his pained scream brings clarity to Steve's eyes. He can feel the other's watching them too, but right now only the terrified eyes in front of him mattered.

"I'm okay," Eddie reassures quickly, completely out of breath. He forces his lungs into action, slow and steady. "It hurts, but I'm okay," he says, knowing not to lie to Steve. It would hurt him even more, far beyond the wounded puppy dog eyes he's seeing now.

"I took your knot this morning, I'll be fine," Eddie reminds him.

"When?" Gareth breathes out, baffled.

"When you were making breakfast," Eddie answers without breaking eye contact with Steve. He reaches out to swipe away the tear that spills from the corner of his eye.

"I thought you guys were sleeping! I wanted to be nice—!" the end of his sentence is muffled.

"Dude, shut up," Jeff scolds him.

Eddie guides Steve's hand to his stretched rim. Makes him touch the skin and sighs at the contact.

"See? I'm alright, nothing happened. I was made to take you."

Someone in the room groans, but Steve likes the cheesy stuff, and Eddie likes to indulge him. Finally, Steve buries himself in his neck.

"I'm sorry," he says, soft and broken. Eddie coos, rubbing down his spine.

"It's okay, you just got too excited. It happens."

"Could have hurt you."

"And a meteorite could have hit us," Eddie sighs. "But none of this happened and we're alright. But, you can make it up to me," he adds.

Steve perks up, like an excited dog.

"Yeah?"

Eddie smiles at him, full of love and mischief.

"Make me cum."

Doug makes a sound of protest.

"Before you do that, could you get off me? Please."

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 2 months ago

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Could you do a Quinn Fabray shot that she's feeling jealous of Y/N with Santana and end up with Y/N doing her best to calm Quinnie down? Like, with affection, or otherwise

Red Light, Green Light

Who knew Rachel could be louder than she normally is? Apparently, with a little bit of alcohol, anything was possible.

Everyone was a little bit tipsy here at Rachel's little 'Glee house party' and the noise was getting a bit much for you. You found out that you were the 'quiet, chill drunk' of the group. That's why you were quite comfy on the couch while everyone was fighting over the microphone. Your eyes travel across the basement, amusement dancing in your eyes at the drunken antics of your friends. The only other person not amongst the fray mirrored your actions on the other side of the room.

Quinn.

The blonde sat on top of the washing machine with a soft smile on her lips. She was nursing a drink, not keen on getting as drunk as the others. Her smile widens when you meet eyes and a silent conversation happens.

"How ridiculous are these guys?"

"Is that Tina trying to sneak the mic away?"

"Aaand tackled by Rachel. That didn't last long."

The two of you share a quiet giggle before suddenly, Quinn's smile falls from her face. You're confused until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your neck. A soft cheek nuzzles against yours before you even register who it is.

"Santana. 'cha doin'?" You ask in a fond voice. You were never shy with affection and Santana always liked to try and toe the line. Especially when she wanted something.

"Can't I just love on you a little?" Her voice was low and husky. While a different, specific, person may have affected you more, the Latina's use made you suspicious. Infinitely moreso as she plants little kisses along your face.

"You can, but you don't without a reason." Knowingly, your eyes travel to Brittany who was preoccupied with Artie. "And I see your reason over there. She's not lookin', San."

The girl huffs and drops her head into your shoulder. "I knoooow. I've been trying all night. So help me."

You reach back to pat her head with a smile. "You want her eyes on you? Get everyone's eyes on you."

You point towards the karaoke machine, currently abandoned while people argue. Santana thinks for a moment, letting the hand on her head rake through her hair. You don't feel her smile until you start humming a tune to get her brain started.

"You're a fucking genius," she says, giving you a solid kiss on the cheek before dashing towards the microphone. Before you can search for Quinn, sensual music fills your ears and draws your attention.

As it plays, Santana is swaying her hips to the beat, letting the movement bring everyone's attention to her. Those who recognize the song begin to bop their heads and tap their toes.

Take a good look at it

Look at it now

Might be the last time you

Have a go round

The boys (and Brittany) move towards Rachel's tiny stage, eager to get closer to the performance. The girls (and Kurt) move to provide backup vocals. You stay put and notice that Quinn also hasn't moved. Her eyes are narrowed slightly, as if she's trying to figure something out.

Before you could consider grabbing her attention, Santana is upon you, dragging you out of the couch and against her swaying body. Brown eyes plead you to help with the performance. When you give her a smirk, she turns so her back is to you and places your hands on her waist. Suddenly you find yourself dancing and grinding against her.

Baby, it's yours if you want it tonight

I'll give you the red light special

All through the night

You can see Puck practically drooling on himself. You can also see Brittany staring intently at Santana, biting her lip.

But Quinn? Quinn is nowhere to be seen. Your heart squeezes in panic, worried that this display made her think the wrong thing. Thankfully, Brittany hopped up onto the stage to take your place by Santana's side, allowing you to make your exit to search for your own blonde.

As soon as you make it up the stairs and into the Berry house proper, you start your search. It doesn't take long with Quinn despondently leaning against the kitchen counter with a glass of water. With a relieved sigh, you take the spot next to her.

"Was wondering where you went."

Quinn lets out a soft scoff.

"It was getting too thirsty down there. I had to get a drink."

The unexpected joke makes a laugh burst out of you. Quinn breaks into a smug smile as a result before it falls into a frown again.

"What about you? Why are you up here and not dancing with Santana?"

"Britt took my place," you reply. "Besides, I'd rather be next to you"

Quinn turns away but you catch a glimpse of a light blush. "You were pretty comfortable with her being handsy with you." There's a slight snark in her voice. You grin knowingly.

"You know how we are. It's nothing, really." You take the glass from her hands and set it on the counter. "It's just a lot of affection."

"But you're only like that with her," she retorts. You just shake your head.

"As far as we ever get are cheek kisses. And maybe the occasional suggestive dance if the mood arises." You shrug. "I'd give cheek kisses to anyone who wants 'em."

"What about regular kisses? What's the criteria for that?" Quinn was actually curious now.

"Dating, I'd say. That's a privilege I don't give out freely."

"Oh, so anything else is free game for you?"

An idea pops into your head and you smirk. "I mean, if I'm allowed. For example..." You take her hand and lay a soft kiss along the knuckles. You meet her surprised eyes, and move to kiss the back of her hand. You continue your path up her arm and Quinn can't keep her eyes off you. A soft gasp escapes her lips when you reach her shoulder and slowly make your way to her neck.

"Y/N..."

Immediately, you freeze and draw back.

"Too much?"

Her body is tense. The hand not in your possession is gripping tightly on the counter. Her face is turned away from you and her blush is up to her ears. You gently pull her hand to draw her attention back to you.

"Hey, hey. I'll stop. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Your thumb runs across her knuckles, as if trying to erase the initial kiss. You see her shoulders slump down, easing the tension and it makes you smile.

"Seriously, I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Promise."

Quinn looks down at your joined hands, almost lost in thought. When she feels your hand slip from hers, she holds on tighter.

"I..." She chews on her words a little. "I... Wouldn't be opposed to you doing that again."

Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes a little. "Oh."

"Yeah."

There's an awkward moment before a smile spreads on your face. You gently nudge Quinn with your shoulder. "You... Want me to do it again?"

The blonde looks at you, slightly baffled before letting out a laugh. She shakes her head fondly. "Actually, I have a better idea."

With a swift, smooth move, she leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. When she pulls away, you're absolutely stunned.

Quinn Fabray just kissed you.

Said smug girl is now making her way back downstairs, forcing you to scramble after her towards something new.

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m3ntally-unstable · 11 months ago

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can you write a drew starkey x fem!reader imagine where drew has a crush on the reader and he has for a while, but he doesn't think the reader likes him back until one day he like drunk confesses or just impulsively tells her? <3

A/N : Yes I will try (I’ve never written before) I’m sorry I’m so late on this I’m just so nervous to write stuff 😭😭

I love you..

Drew starky x fem!Reader

Warnings:- drinking,use of y/n , drew being drunk most of the time, some insta posts (tell me if I’m missing anything.)

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having a well-known acting career and appearing in TV series such as Vampire Diaries, Stranger Things, and Ginny and Georgia, I've had my fair share of romantic relationships and crushes on coworkers.

I have had both positive and negative emotions from every person I have dated. Nonetheless I still have a lot of my partners as friends, though.

When I got casted on outerbanks, I was already working on a project which required all of my time in another state in a whole ,leading to me having to decline the role.

After finishing said project , and sulking over not excepting the offer i got a call from my agent telling me that I was getting handed a role,a really good one .No audition needed. As the love interest of a rich playboy (wonder who that is).

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“What exactly is the show again?…” I asked annoyed that I was being disturbed from my beauty sleep.

“Firstly I never told you aaand secondly it’s for.. outerbanks!”

What.

The show I declined? The show that made me regret doing my previous project instead of it? The show where my college crush- AHEM. right where was I

“Hellooo? You there y/n?..”

“Uhhh yeah sorry. You can call back and say yes”

“I already did. I was just telling you”

“Wow oka-“

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Originally I believed that when I joined the cast of the outerbanks drew starkey would forget about me, but judging off of the happy smile on his face when he saw me or how his eyes softened when I talked about something I was interested in told me otherwise. I was finally gonna tell him. Tell him I l-

Actually I just shouldn’t go! Yeah. Why face the embarrassment of drew not feeling same! Yeah that’s smar-

Ting!

Madisyn bby

Girl, we need to go shopping for

Dresses ASAP . It’s already 3

And the party IS AT 9

You

Woah woah ok I’ll

Meet you out in 5😭

Madisyn bby

That’s what I thought

You

Yeah yeah 😒

Madisyn bby

GET READY!!

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“Ok , red or black?” I asked with hesitation on the choices i had just tried on. “Definitely black girl, you look so hot” madisyn replied “maybe match it with some green?” Elaine said “that would look so good” Maddie added with a wink towards Elaine.

“Hey hey what’s up with the winking” I asked panicked “oh you know just Drew’s favourite colour..” madisyn mumbled out. I felt my eye twitching at the three of them I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks

“god you guys” I blushed and ran into the changing room soon hearing the laughter of the 3 girls.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed girlie pop” Elaine teased “easy for you to say your already dating someone ” I whined

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As soon as I walked into the venue of the party the only that came to mind was my insecurities. Would Drew ever like someone like me? Someone who isn’t as pretty as his ex’s?

Instead of overthinking maybe I should just drink it away .yeah that sounds goo-

“Y/N!”

God what is with people and interrupting me today?! I turned around and looked around not seeing anyone who seemed to be calling my name

“Over here!” I turned a bit to the right and saw

Drew.

Oh my. No no no. I’m not ready yet I was still in the middle of overthinking.

He came running up to me with the cutest grin on his face “hey.” He said out of breath “hi Drew” I responded while looking down because I could feel the blood rushing up.

“You- uh you look beautiful ” he stuttered out after actually taking a good look at my dress. If I wasn’t blushing earlier I sure am now.

“You don’t look half-bad yourself starkey” I giggled out trying to regain my confidence.

I couldn’t help but notice the small blush spread across his face after hearing my comment. God that’s so embarrassing, why did I even say that.

“DREW MY MAN!” I hear non other than Rudy come up. Rudy was nice , I saw him as my best friend, like a brother, Rudy and I were two pods in a pea, me and him grew up together in Atlanta and only moved apart because of high school, we still often texted and chatted but it never felt the same as being with him in person

“RUDY!” I squealed

“Y/n!” He rushed into my arms and pulled me into his into his tight embrace “oh my god , I missed you so much”

He chuckled “I missed you too n/n” he pulled back “look at you, miss hell on wheels”

“You guys know eachother?” Drew asked “yeah, me and Rudy grew up together” I responded Rudy agreeing with me “oh okay..”

“So um let’s head inside?”

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It was currently 1:25 am and observing how everyone was almost knocked out , except for jd and me obviously, who else was going to take care of them?

“I’ll order a Uber for Rudy and Elaine , you should stay with drew,the girls and me , it’s not a problem” JD offered

“Yeah That’d be great , thank you jd” he nodded

Now , the biggest challenge of all, getting them back to the apartment. Sigh, why am I even here.

“Drew come on , let’s go”

“Ughnnn, no I don’t wanna” he wrapped his arms around my waist and stared into my eyes

“Drew-” he put his head into the crook of my neck. God I can feel his breath. It’s okay , just get him back to the apartment and done

“Y/n Come on let’s go!” JD honked from the car

“Come on drew” I practically dragged him out, but what surprised me that he didn’t let go. “Drew let go”

“Nghhhh” he somehow just cuddled in deeper to me

This is going to be a long night.

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Having to drag this 80kg man down a hallway into a bed is like doing bodybuilding.

“Come on Drew go to bed”

“Don’t leaveeeee” he whined

I sighed out of frustration, “okay cmon big boy let’s go to bed” I stepped into bed and stayed on my side of the bed, not wanting it to be awkward.

He tried wrapping his arms around me “heyyy, come closer”

“Drew what has gotten into you” I mumbled, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and stuffed his head into the crook of my neck like earlier today

“You know drew im so gonna make fun o-”

“Do you and Rudy have something going on” he spoke clearly for the first time that night.

WHAT?!

“What are you on about drew.” He still waited for a response “no!” He sighed like he was holding his breath and leaned back into my shoulder.

“I love you” his voice came muffled but , I knew what he said, if it wasn’t so dark , he would’ve seen how red I’d become just from that one comment

“Drew come on your drunk-”

He lifted his head “I mean it.”

Oh my god. Is the world spinning? I can’t breathe!. Okay , no calm, he’s drunk he doesn’t mean it. Your okay yea-

Suddenly I felt lips on mine, it took me a moment to realise what was happening and I kissed back. no this is wrong, I pulled away

“Drew we can’t do this.. not again”

“Y/n , I know you feel it, please.”

I paused thinking of what to say , hearing him plead with his puppy eyes under the moonlight was intoxicating

“Drew your drunk, I won’t do anything, until I know you mean it”

Drew didn’t respond, he slowly made a Noice of confirmation and understood where I was coming from and put his head back down to its original position.

I knew he wasn’t sleeping but it was peaceful knowing we were just lying there. I felt my eyes get heavy but before I let slumber take me I said

“Hey drew..”

“Hmm”

“Tell me that again tomorrow”

I felt him smile against my neck and muzzle into me more

“Ofcourse”

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The next morning , i woke up with Drew still having his arms wrapped around me and a particular instagram post that made me actually realised what was happening

Rudeth

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rigginsstreet · 3 months ago

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@runraerun made some wheels for @harringrovekinktober prompts (here in case anyone wants to play around and write something even after october) and my 3 prompts were rimming, ghost hunting, and bennys burgers which made me laugh so i decided to write something aaand here it is happy halloween 🖤

"this is such a bad idea."

"quit your bitching."

billy's hunched over the padlock blocking entry into the now desolate diner, trying to pick his way in with a bobby pin he stole from max's side of the bathroom.

"it's weird, billy!" harrington's whining behind him. "a guy died here, have some fucking respect."

"aha!" billy shouts as he gets the lock open, pulls out the chains holding the door closed and kicks it open before turning around to face steve. "and that's why we're going to see if all the rumors are true. so stop being a pansy ass and come in. wanna see if there's still any brains left over."

the rumors, of course, are that the place has been haunted for the past 40 years ever since the Benny of Benny's Burgers was found by the counter with his head blown off. and billy, being billy, has been itching to get out here ever since steve made the mistake of mentioning this to him as part of the town lore when he was trying to impress the hot new guy a few weeks ago... (it worked, of course, because steve got himself a new semi-boyfriend out of it, it's just that said boyfriend is kind of a psycho maniac, turns out.)

"you're a sick weirdo freak," steve deadpans, slightly disgusted.

billy just grins at him, tongue between his teeth. "that's what makes the sex so good."

billy steps in without further notice, and there's a split second where steve thinks about ditching his ass and just going to tina's party or something. find himself a nice normal somebody to hook up with instead.

he follows billy inside.

the place smells like old grease and mothballs. can't see shit inside until billy clicks on a flashlight and they're treated to a view of fallen bits of ceiling, cobwebs, and old graffiti.

"cute," billy says as he walks up to a wall with a satanic goat head painted on.

"okay! we came, we saw, no ghosts, let's go." steve is not freaked out, he just doesn't want to stay in this place any longer than he has to. he also doesn't want to risk tetanus.

the front door slams shut then, and billy starts cackling like some evil witch when steve jumps from the noise, because it's loud, not because he's scared.

"god, you really are a pussy," billy's still laughing, and steve wants to deck him in the nose.

"ok, you know what? fuck you. i'm leaving."

steve's had enough. he's not putting up with this the rest of the night. he's got better places to be, better company to keep. except.

billy's grabbing him by the waist as he tries to make his exit. pulls him til his back is flush against billy's chest, and billy's got his arms wrapped around him tight, faces pressed cheek to cheek in an oddly intimate pose for someone like billy hargrove who, in steve's short time of knowing him, hasn't really done much of intimate at all.

"hey, hey, i'm sorry, alright? i'll protect you from the big bad monsters..."

steve rolls his eyes because of course billy can't help himself from being a prick about it, but like.

the embrace does feel nice. maybe steve's a sucker. but he's fine with that fact as billy's turning him in his arms and suddenly they're face to face.

"only monster i need protection from is you."

"aw, baby, now how can you say i'm the bad guy when i treat you so good..."

billy takes steve's chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding their mouths together at a tortuously slow pace that leaves steve's knees feeling like jello when their lips finally touch.

steve kind of forgets where they are after that. for as annoying as billy is, he's frustratingly a really fucking good kisser.

so steve lets himself get lost in it. has his hands fisted in the denim of billy's jacket and walks them back until billy hits the old diner counter with a grunt. makes billy kiss back harder, biting at steve's lips like he's some rabid animal. it's how it always goes with them.

"thought we were s'pposed to be ghost hunting?" steve asks between kisses. not that he really gives a shit. this is much better than disturbing restless spirits.

"got something else for you to hunt."

steve groans at the horrible joke, but then billy's whispering all husky against his mouth "want you to fuck me," and then steve's groaning for a whole different reason.

steve kind of wants to object, because this is not the place he wants to be doing this. but the thing is... billy hasn't actually let steve fuck him yet. all their hook ups have been the other way around and like, that's been all fine and great, but steve's kind of been itching to have his go at billy. and if this is his opportunity being handed to him on a silver platter, then, well...

"god, yes."

he's maybe a little more enthusiastic than necessary when he goes to undo billy's jeans. would be embarrassed about it under other circumstances, but he's a man possessed. maybe it's all the jitters from earlier. fuck if he knows.

but before he can pull billy's jeans down billy's stopping him with a hand to his chest, all calm and slow like the biggest cocktease in the world. for a second steve thinks he's been played, that billy's gonna start laughing in his face and tell him as if. but he doesn't.

"first thing's first, cowboy."

he tugs on steve's shirt, forcing him down to his knees as billy turns around, back to him. ass to him, really, once steve's in the desired position. and it takes steve a second to process it, what billy's wanting. but then billy's bending forward and planting his forearms onto an old vinyl cushion of the counter stools, and he's giving his ass a little wiggle right in steve's face and... yeah, okay. he gets the message. fuck.

he's done this before, just not with billy.

well, not to billy. billy's usually the one doing it to him, and he's fucking good at that, too. so. no pressure or anything.

"c'mon, harrington, i wanna wake the dead."

"ew, don't talk about that right now."

billy laughs while steve shakes off his disgust. refocuses on billy's ass in front of him and how he needs to remove the current barriers between them.

billy's ass is kind of glorious up close. not that steve would tell billy that, like the guy needs an ego boost. but seeing it stripped bare right in front of him he can better admire how taut it is, how golden it is, somehow, just like the rest of billy (an imagine springs to mind of billy sunbathing naked and it's got steve all kinds of things.)

there's a light dusting of hair that steve can see and feel as his hands make slow, methodical work of massaging him, getting him nice and relaxed before steve spreads him open and goes to work.

the tiny gasp billy let's out does wonders for steve's own ego. spurred on by all of billy's pleased noises he really sinks his teeth in - so to speak.

"fuck, harrington," billy breathes. "and everyone says i've got the wicked tongue..." he's cut off by a moan, and steve can't help but smirk to himself.

"they don't call me king for nothing," steve quips before going back in and fucking his tongue into billy's hole, relishing in the whimpers billy's letting out.

if only everyone at school could see big bad billy hargrove now, reduced to a whimpering mess all because of steve harrington. it sends a little jolt straight to his dick, he can't lie.

"wanna fuck you so bad..." steve breathes, brain going foggy as he bites into the meat of billy's ass.

"no one's stopping you." billy's trying to sound like his usually cocksure self, but the effect is hindered somewhat by the desperate rasp of his voice.

steve's all set to get on with it, getting ready to pull himself up to his feet when there's a loud crash coming from the kitchen.

"the hell was that?" he asks.

billy looks up, almost like he, too, was spooked, but of course he won't just say that.

"probably just an animal or something. get back to fucking me."

"i haven't started," steve mutters, back on his feet.

he's halfway to zipping down his fly when there's another crash, except this time it's from a rock, he assumes, hurling right past them til is cracks on the wall behind them.

"that's not a fucking animal, billy!" and, okay, maybe steve's kind of losing himself a little here, but, like, can he be blamed?

even billy's shot up, staring into the kitchen with wide eyes. "it's gotta be the wind or something... it's fine."

billy tries to tug steve closer to him to get on with the show, but it's in that moment a piece of the ceiling comes hailing down next to them, and steve's had enough.

"nope! no way! im out of here!"

even billy seems to have finally gotten his sense and is pulling his pants up, running out of the place right behind steve.

"homophobic ass ghost," he's mumbling to himself as they reach the door, and another rock flies by and cracks the glass.

"don't antagonize it, billy!" steve grabs billys arm and hauls him outside. "sorry mr. benny, sir! won't happen again!"

billy flips the diner the bird as they're running away, and steve will swear on his life he actually heard the bellowing sound of a man's voice yelling at them. nothing distinct, just... unsettling howling of sorts.

steve doesn't want to think about it.

only when the diner is out of view do they finally stop running.

steve's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest as he glares at billy. his lungs are gonna explode. "next time you want someone to fuck you, try taking them somewhere normal like a motel 6. asshole."

billy, despite his own look of fear, starts laughing. "you gotta admit this makes for a better story, though."

steve just shakes his head, still trying to catch his breath. "asshole."

#harringrove #my writing #this was thrown together very fast so any mistakes... embrace them ok #harringrovekinktober

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fandoms--fluff · 1 year ago

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New Hairdo

Older Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You and Hope dye your guys' hair when everyone's out.

Warnings: none

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"Y/n/n, Y/n/n, Y/n/n! I know what we should do today" Hope comes running into your room and jumps on your bed where you're reading Twisted Love. You look over to your 12-year-old sister and put your book to the side.

"What do you have in mind?" You ask. "We should dye our hair," She tells you. "Hmm, Hayley and Dad will definitely have something to say. And Uncle Elijah will probably say something along the lines of us having demonic tendencies. So, of course, we'd be fools to not dye our hair." You smirk at her.

"Yes!" She climbs off the bed. "What's that book about?" She asks you.

"Let's go get the dye" You lead her out of your room. If you ever tell your little sister the truth about what the books you read are about, you pity her ears and thoughts. So better left untouched.

You guys go to the closest store and buy a box of bright pink hair dye.

"Okay, so how are we gonna do this, whole head, highlights, or a couple streaks?" You pull out the bottle of dye and the brush applier it comes with out of the box.

"Umm, how about a couple streaks on each side" She tells you. "Good choice" You pass her a towel, "Here, put this around your shoulders and sit backward on the toilet.

She nods and follows your directions, sitting in the opposite direction on the closed toilet, and lays the towel around her shoulders under her hair.

You finish reading the directions, "Okay, seems easy enough. Let's do this" You squeeze the pink dye into the plastic bowl.

You apply the bright pink hair dye into a couple parts of her hair on each side. "Aaand, done. Now, you just gotta sit here for thirty minutes before rinsing it out" You tell her. "Okay." You set a timer, and then start on your own hair.

Once you both have washed your hair out, and blow dry your hair. Looking in the mirror, you both have huge smiles on your faces.

"We look awesome!" Hope tells you. "How could we not? We're amazing" You tickle her sides, making her screeche out a chuckle.

You guys are sitting on your bed, Hope leaning into your side. Your arm is wrapped around her, your hand rubbing up and down her shoulder. You guys are peacefully watching TV until Hayley walks into your room.

"Well, something definitely happened while we were away" Hayley pauses, noticing your guys' dyed hair.

"Something fun," Hope tells her mom. "Ahuh, please don't tell me that's permanent" Hayley looks over at you.

"Huh, I forgot to check the box," You say, making a thinking face. Seeing Hayley's eyes widen and her eyebrows raise up, you let out a chuckle. "Don't worry, Hayls, It washes out in some months" You tell her. "Plus, we look adorable" You kiss the top of Hope's head, making her chuckle.

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includedisco · 7 days ago

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Title: From Guns to Roses (Chapter 5- Final)

Characters: Fadel, Style, Bison, Kant

Pairing: FadelStyle, KantBison

Fandom: The Heart Killers

Tags: First Date, Fluff, Flirting, Alternate Universe-Different first meeting, Eventual Romance,Match-maker KantBison

warnings: none

Word Count: 2,915

Summary: From unlikely date night sparks to domestic boyfriends, Fadel and Style's budding romance shocks Bison and Kant when they walk in on their cozy morning

A/N: Aaand….it's a wrap. I had fun writing this story and sharing it with you guys. Thank you so much for all your support<3

Links for previous chapters: one, two, three, four

Fadel doesn’t waste a second. He leans in, capturing Style’s lips in a kiss that’s soft but insistent. Their lips meet in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, fueled by the pent-up desire that’s been simmering all night.

Fadel’s hands find Style’s waist, pulling him closer as the kiss intensifies. Style’s fingers tangle in Fadel’s hair, his body pressing against Fadel’s with a need that’s impossible to ignore. The world around them fades, leaving only the two of them and the heat of the moment.

For Fadel, the kiss is a revelation. It’s been a long time since he let anyone this close and even then it happen this fast, but with Style, it feels natural. There’s a warmth in Style’s touch that melts the walls Fadel has built around himself. He feels a surge of something he can’t quite name—relief, desire, maybe even hope. Style’s lips are soft, his movements confident yet gentle, and Fadel finds himself wanting more.

Style, on the other hand, is overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He was attracted to Fadel from the start, but he didn’t expect this—the way Fadel’s hands feel on his waist, the way his kiss makes Style’s chest ache with longing. For a moment, Style forgets to breathe, his mind spinning with the realization that this is real.

Fadel wants him. Him. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he presses closer, savoring the feel of Fadel’s body against his.

When they finally pull apart, both are breathless, their foreheads resting together. Style’s lips curve into a mischievous smile. "I’m a good kisser, right?"

"I’m a good kisser, right?"

Fadel shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You ruined it by saying that."

"Ah, so I am a good kisser. I just ruined it by pointing it out."

Fadel kisses him again, silencing Style’s words and savoring the taste of his lips. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate. Fadel’s hands trail up Style’s back, pulling him even closer, while Style’s fingers brush against the nape of Fadel’s neck, sending a thrilling rush through him

When they finally pull apart, their breaths mingle in the narrow space between them. Style’s lips curve into a soft, dazed smile, his eyes half-lidded and glowing with warmth. Fadel’s chest rises and falls as he studies Style’s face, his usual stoic expression replaced by something softer, something raw and unguarded.

Style breaks the silence first, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well... that was worth the wait."

Fadel’s lips twitch into the faintest smile, his thumb brushing against Style’s cheek. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice rough but tender. "It was."

They stay like that for a moment longer, their foreheads resting together, their hearts beating in sync.

*****

Later, Style insists on going to an ice cream parlor, claiming he has a sudden craving- which then reminds Fadel of Style talking about pregnancy earlier. Fadel is left is disbelief that his mind actually went there.

He reluctantly agrees to the ice cream parlor thing, already dreading it. Inside the parlor, Fadel is immediately assaulted by the bright, fluorescent lights that make his eyes ache. The place is packed with loud kids and teenagers, their laughter and chatter echoing off the walls.

The tacky décor, cheap plastic furniture is sticky under his fingers, and the smell of sugar and artificial flavors hangs heavy in the air. Fadel feels like he’s trapped in a child’s birthday party.

But Style seems completely at ease. They are seated at a table that’s tucked in a corner because Style wants to people-watch. Fadel’s expression a mix of discomfort and resignation as he looks around. He can’t help but notice how out of place Style looks in his red-breasted milk cow outfit, yet somehow, he fits right in with the absurdity of the place.

Meanwhile, Style is in his element, his eyes lighting up as he scans the menu. Fadel declines eating dessert of any sort while Style orders himself some vanilla and blueberry ice cream.

For a moment Fadel watches as Style enthusiastically digs in.

"You don’t look like a mechanic at all," Fadel says, trying to distract himself from the sticky seat and the cacophony around them. "How did that happen?"

For the first time tonight, Style hesitates. The reaction makes Fadel wonder if he’s touched a sensitive subject.

"I’ll tell you that sad story on our second date," Style says, offering a small smile.

Fadel regrets asking. "You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable."

"I guess they don’t teach you to read between the lines in murder school," Style teases. "I’m trying to really cement the second date plan. I’ll try to be direct with you."

"That’s probably best."

"I became a mechanic to support my dad’s business," Style explains. "There was a time he couldn’t keep the place running because of personal matters. I had to step in."

"What did you want to become?"

"I wanted to study law. I have the smooth tongue to win arguments by confusing the opposing counsel."

"Do you still plan to study?"

"No. That time has passed. I like working with my dad at the garage." Style pauses, then adds, "We are each other’s only family and so, we need each other."

Fadel realizes that beneath Style’s fluffiness lies a depth he hadn’t expected. The pain in Style’s eyes is evident, and Fadel wants to know more—about his past, his dreams, what drives him.

"You’re a good person and a good son," Fadel says, his voice sincere. "Your dad must be proud of you."

Style blushes, his smile softening. "So, will you go out on another date with this good son? You never answered me on that rooftop."

Fadel nods firmly. "As long as you promise not to bring me to a place like this again. My butt is stuck to my seat."

Style laughs, the sound bright and genuine. "It’s sticky, I know. Sorry." He scoops up some ice cream and holds it out to Fadel. "Try it. It’s delicious."

Fadel hesitates, then sighs and accepts the bite. It’s not bad. Maybe the moral of the moment is that he won’t die from trying new things. After all, he pushed through his initial impression of Style and stayed this far on the date.

“Tell me about your family, Fadel.”

“You’ve met him.”

“Bison?”

Fadel nods his head.

“What about your parents?”

“Like you said, let’s reserve the heart-to-heart for our second date.”

After the ice cream place, Style and Fadel step out into the cool night air. Style reaches for Fadel’s hand, his fingers intertwining with Fadel’s as they walk. Fadel doesn’t pull away. Instead, he tightens his grip, a silent acknowledgment of the connection growing between them.

"Your place or mine?" Style asks, his tone playful but his eyes searching Fadel’s for an answer.

Fadel hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Mine. It’s closer."

They drive to Fadel’s place, their hands still linked, and in that time, Style tells Fadel a story about how his bad habit of texting and driving habit recently led to a fender bender car accident.

When they reach Fadel’s house, Style’s eyes widen as he takes in the spacious, well-decorated interior. The living room is sleek and modern, with large windows that let in the soft glow of the city lights. The furniture is minimal but elegant, and the space feels warm despite its size.

"Wow," Style says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "This is... amazing. I didn’t expect it to be so... you."

Fadel raises an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Style grins. "I don’t know. I guess I thought your place would be all dark and brooding, like a villain’s lair or something. But this... this is nice. It suits you."

Fadel chuckles softly, shaking his head. Before Style can say more, Fadel pulls him into his arms, his hands resting on Style’s waist. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. Then Fadel leans in, capturing Style’s lips in a kiss that’s long and lingering, filled with a tenderness that surprises them both.

Style melts into the kiss, his hands clutching the front of Fadel’s shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment. His heart races, his mind spinning with the realization that this is real. Fadel’s lips are soft yet demanding, and Style feels a warmth spread through him, settling deep in his chest. When they finally pull apart, both are breathless, their foreheads resting together.

"So," Fadel murmurs, his voice low and rough, "what happens next?"

Style smiles, his cheeks flushed. "I want to cuddle to sleep."

Fadel blinks, surprised. "Just cuddle?"

Style nods, his grin widening. "Yeah. Is that okay?"

Fadel studies him for a moment, then nods. "Yeah. That’s okay."

Style’s eyes widen in surprise. "Really? I thought you’d ask for more, since you brought me here."

Fadel chuckles, his thumb brushing against Style’s cheek. "Did you want more than just cuddling?"

Style laughs softly, his cheeks turning pink. "Maybe. But this is good too."

Fadel smiles, a rare, genuine smile that makes Style’s heart skip a beat. "Come on," Fadel says, taking Style’s hand and leading him upstairs.

In Fadel’s bedroom, the atmosphere is calm and intimate. The room is spacious, with a large bed framed by soft, muted colors. Style kicks off his shoes and shrugs out of his over-clothes, leaving him shitless and shorts. Fadel does the same, and they climb into bed together, shifting close until their bodies are pressed together.

The kisses start slow and tender. Fadel’s hands trail along Style’s back, his touch gentle but deliberate. Style’s fingers brush against Fadel’s jaw, his neck, his chest, as if memorizing every detail. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional whisper.

"You’re not what I expected," Fadel admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good or bad?" Style asks, his lips curving into a smile.

"Good," Fadel says, his tone firm. "Definitely good."

Style smiles and he leans in to kiss Fadel again, deeper this time. The tension between them builds, but neither rushes. They take their time, savoring the closeness, the warmth, the connection. Eventually, their kisses grow slower, softer, until they drift off to sleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Fadel wakes first. The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. He props himself up on one elbow, peering down at Style, who’s still asleep. Fadel’s fingers brush a strand of hair from Style’s face, his touch gentle.

Style stirs, his eyes fluttering open. When he sees Fadel looking down at him, he smiles, "Morning," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," Fadel replies, his thumb tracing the curve of Style’s cheek.

Style giggles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "We didn’t even have sex, and I’m still this giddy. What’s wrong with me?”

Fadel chuckles, shaking his head. "Nothing’s wrong with you." He pauses, then adds, "Want to shower and have breakfast?"

Style nods, but before Fadel can move, Style grabs his arm and pulls him down for a kiss. It’s a perfect start to the morning. When they finally pull apart, Style grins. "Now I’m ready for breakfast."

Later, in the kitchen, Fadel teaches Style how to make an omelet. Style watches intently, his brow furrowed in concentration as Fadel explains the steps.

"Won’t it burn if I don’t flip it?" Style asks.

"We set the heat correctly. It’ll be fine," Fadel assures him.

"Who knew there’s a whole science behind a good omelet? Does fried pork have some science involved too?"

"You’d be surprised. I’ll teach you next time."

"So I can sleep over again?" Style gives Fadel a seductive look, full of promise.

"Sure."

"Maybe next time we can do more than just cook together," Style says, his hand trailing down Fadel’s jaw. He leans in, kissing him softly.

Style successfully completes the egg omelet project with flying colors. With a satisfied smile, he moves on to making vegetable stir-fry next, with Fadel’s help

Just then, Kant and Bison walk into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of Fadel and Style cuddled up by the stove. Kant sleeps over the night before, planning to make breakfast before heading to the tattoo parlor. The last thing either one of them expects is to find Style here, inside Fadel and Bison’s house, cuddling with Fadel, and wearing what Bison recognizes as Fadel’s t-shirt.

Kant and Bison glance at each other in shock, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, wordlessly asking each other what on earth is happening here. Bison clears his throat, taking a cautious step forward. The sound seems to break the spell as Style and Fadel reluctantly pull apart. Turning around, they find Kant and Bison standing there with identical stunned expressions on their faces.

“Good morning, krub,” Style enthusiastically greets them, his voice chipper and eyes sparkling with happiness.

Fadel chuckles softly at the greeting, a warmth spreading through his chest.

“Style…what are you…?” Bison asks, baffled, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“I spent the night,” Style replies with a grin, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and contentment. “But don’t worry, we didn’t have sex. Not sure I’ll say the same after our second date.”

“Second date?” Bison exclaims

“Fadel suggested we go to an aquarium but I’m afraid of marine life unless it’s on my plate.” Style informs

"So... the date works out?" Kant asks, his shock evident, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Style nods vehemently, his excitement palpable. "Turns out we have stuff in common."

"Like what?" Bison asks, unable to resist his curiosity, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies Style and Fadel.

"We’re both crazy," Style says, a playful glint in his eyes, his smile widening.

"About each other," Fadel adds, his gaze locking with Kant’s in a silent challenge, a hint of pride and defiance in his expression. He is very much convinced that Kant sent Style to him to mess with him. That’s why this moment is so satisfying for Fadel.

Kant tears his gaze away and subtly rolls his eyes.

Style taps Fadel on the shoulder to catch his attention, then lifts a forkful of stir-fry to Fadel’s lips. “How’s this?” he asks, his eyes hopeful and filled with affection.

Fadel takes the bite, savoring it before smiling and holding one thumb up at Style, his eyes shining with approval.

"Fadel, I thought you don’t like to be fed," Bison says, his voice tinged with a mix of betrayal and astonishment, like a son whose single dad just got a new girlfriend. Bison wants Fadel to be happy, and so he’s genuinely glad that things seem to be off to a great start with Style; but Bison is also feeling a little possessive about his big brother’s attention.

Fadel can’t decide whether to laugh or feel mortified by his brother’s remark. But as Style leans into him, his laughter bubbling up, Fadel realizes he doesn’t care. For the first time in a long while, he feels... happy.

Bison and Kant offer to help with cooking, but Fadel announces that the food is actually ready, and Style already helped.

As the four of them finally settle down at the breakfast table, the atmosphere is tinged with some awkwardness, some warmth and a bit of lingering surprise.

Fadel and Style sit close together, their heads bent towards each other as they talk softly, seemingly in their own world. The comfort and ease between them are obvious, leaving no doubt about their connection. Fadel’s eyes soften every time he looks at Style, and Style’s smile grows warmer with each shared whisper.

Across the table, Bison and Kant lean towards each other, their heads close as they whisper and gossip. "What are they even possibly talking about, smiling like that? I can’t think of anything," Bison says under his breath, shaking his head.

"Right?" Kant whispers back, a note of disbelief in his voice. “And them cooking together? How did that happen so fast? You and I don’t even cook together.”

Bison looks at his boyfriend, “Oh well that’s because I hate cooking and you look hot doing it, so...” He shrugs

Kant nods slowly, absorbing what Bison just said, but his mind is clearly elsewhere. “Remind me to tease Fadel later about how cheesy and domestic he’s being with Style,” he muses.

Bison smirks, but there's a note of caution in his voice. “I don’t know, Khun. He might stab you.”

Kant laughs softly, glancing at Bison, who is wearing a serious expression on his face, eyebrows raised in a no-nonsense manner.

Suddenly, Fadel turns to Kant with a stern expression and a warning in his eyes. “I heard that,” he says, “and don’t think we’re cool now just because I’m dating your best friend.”

“Fadel, why do you dislike Kant?” Style asks Fadel, his curiosity piqued.

Fadel turns to Style with a soft smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “I’ll explain on our third date,” he promises.

“Cool,” Style replies, grinning.

Style then turns to Bison, his smile wide and infectious. “So, Bison, were you also a hitman like Fadel?”

Kant and Bison gape at Fadel, their jaws dropping in unison. “You told him you were a hitman?” they ask incredulously, voices rising in perfect synchrony.

-The End-

for real this time;D

Thank you again for reading ❤️

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thegnomelord · 1 year ago

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Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

#gnome correspondence #Gnome's prompt game #gn reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #phillip graves #graves x reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #phillip graves x male reader

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Homesick

Summary: Tango misses Jimmy, and Skizz hypes him up (set in Secret Life)

CW: None!

Word count: 1,042

(Sorry not sorry about the Flower Husbands slander-)

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“Your rancher?”

Tango stops his small tangent as Skizz interrupts him with the question, sitting on a chest. He feels his cheeks heat up a little bit in embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah, um,” Tango scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Remember when you missed a round of the death games?“

“Yeah, I think Impulse said that you guys were, like, soulbound to another person on the server? Your health bar was connected or something?”

Tango nods. “Yeah, that sums it up. Well, I was.. um.. bound to Jimmy. We built a ranch and called ourselves ‘The Ranchers.’ We.. didn’t make it too far. Canary Curse and all that. That’s what he called it at least.”

He looks to the ground, glancing up every so often as he waits for laughter, or teasing, or just some kind of reaction from Skizz.

“Was he good to you?” Skizz asks the question with complete sincerity, and of course that’s the first thing he asks. It’s just a very ‘Skizz’ response.

While it’s not out of character for Skizz to be nonjudgemental, it’s still a relief to Tango, and he lets out a small breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Skizz waits a few moments before prompting him again. “Well, was he?”

Tango nearly scoffs, a soft smile on his face. “He wasn’t just good to me.”

Memories from the ranch flash through his head. He remembers the reassurance that Jimmy gave him when he had gotten them both blown up in the first session. He remembers Jimmy bringing home some of their first cows and the excitement they shared. He remembers Jimmy calming him down when the ranch first burned down. He remembers finding RR, and—despite Jimmy’s hesitancy—bringing him onto the ranch and raising him as their own. He remembers Jimmy’s laughter, his smile, how his feathers looked golden when the light hit them just right. He remembers waking up to a wing or an arm wrapped around him, holding him close. He remembers never wanting to leave the ranch—never wanting to leave Jimmy.

His smile falters, also remembers not getting to give him a proper goodbye.

“He was.. everything.”

If Tango wasn’t so caught up in his head at the moment, he would’ve realized how cheesy he sounded and gotten thoroughly embarrassed. It’s not that he thinks Skizz is going to give him trouble (maybe he’d give Tango just a little bit of crap about it, but they’re bros, so it’s fine). Tango’s just not used to being so open about how much he misses life on the ranch. He glances away from Skizz, clearing his throat.

“But that’s all in the past now,” he quickly adds on.

“But you don’t want it to be,” Skizz points out just as quickly, and Tango can feel his cheeks burn a little.

“Well.. yeah, of course I don’t. It was fun.”

He was fun.

“And you’re still down bad for him,” Skizz smirks. Aaand there the teasing is. It causes Tango to blush a little more.

“Yeah, obviously,” Tango rolls his eyes.

“Then I guess there’s only one thing to do,” Skizz decides, standing up. “We’ve gotta get you your rancher back.”

“Wait, what??” Tango’s tail flicks to the side as he looks to Skizz with wide eyes. “What in the void do you mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ We’re going to convince Jimmy to join us, and then you guys can get back together.” Skizz says it so nonchalantly, like it’s common sense.

This time, Tango does scoff. “Yeah, like it’s gonna be that easy.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Skizz crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side slightly, mildly confused.

“Because it’s just not,” Tango says, a snippy edge to his tone.

Skizz seems unbothered by Tango’s quickly-rising temper. “That’s not an answer. You literally just said you’d want to team with him, but now you don’t want to? What’s up, Tango? You can talk to me, man.”

The flames in Tango’s hair and on the end of his tail flare a bit, but only for a quick moment. “What if he doesn’t-..!” He takes a second, balling his fists against his sides. Tango takes a few breaths before continuing, his voice a lot quieter than it had been before. “What if.. he doesn’t want me back anymore?”

Skizz’s expression softens lightly, and he takes a few steps forward, putting a hand on Tango’s shoulder. “That’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t he?”

Tango sighs. “I know he and Scott were a thing the first time we did all this.. And he’s always going after Jimmy in these games. Well, except for the third game.. I think.” He pauses. “He seems really determined to get Jimmy back.”

“And? Jimmy’s never said yes to him,” Skizz says, sounding very sure of the statement.

“Well, yeah, but-“

Skizz is quick to interrupt Tango. “Ah! No buts, mister! You’re going to be quiet and listen to what I have to say before you try to argue with me, okay?”

Tango gives him a small nod, and Skizz continues. “If Jimmy’s not saying yes to Scott’s advances, it means he’s saying no. Just because Scott wants to get back together with him doesn’t mean Jimmy wants the same. Relationships—romantic or not—work two ways, and from what I’m hearing, this is a one-sided relationship.

“So, you still have a chance, my friend.” Skizz gives Tango a reassuring smile. “And, between me and you, you and Jimmy sound like you make a way cuter couple than Jimmy and Scott were.”

Tango chuckles at that, and Skizz gives him a genuine smile. “Really, Tango—you should shoot your shot with him. You sound like you were really happy with him.”

Tango smiles back. “Yeah, I was..” His smile turns into a smirk. “And you’re right—Jimmy and I are a much better couple than he and Scott ever were.”

“Of course I’m right!” He gives Tango’s shoulder a light squeeze. “Now! Shall we go find Jimmy and ask him to join us?”

Tango has no idea why Skizz asked him that because the man is already walking towards the island’s shore. He just shakes his head and sighs softly, smiling. “Alright, alright. Let’s go get him.”

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I hope you all enjoyed! There are more one shots on the way!! :DDD

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