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edith-moonshadow · 9 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Submissive Steve Harrington, Escort Service, Submissive Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Scent Marking, Self-Lubrication, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Lingerie, Feminization, Manhandling, Anal Fingering, Exhibitionism, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dominance, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex, Knotting, Come Inflation, Marking, Biting, POV Steve Harrington

Summary:

Steve left Hawkins where he always struggled with his status as an Omega. In New York, he makes a new life for himself when he joins an agency that partners him with older lonely Alphas for a price. Escorting one of his regulars to a business meeting changes everything.

Written for the 2024 Harringrove Love Fest 💖💖💖

For the 13th February prompt: Can't Buy Me Love

Peter held out his hand and Steve placed his hand demurely in it and walked with him into the restaurant. Peter had a business dinner that evening so Steve had opted for a nice navy suit, he knew in this industry it paid to look good so he always put a little money aside so that he had a few good outfits for work. He found a few good suits, some nice trousers or jeans with a good sweater or shirt and he was all set.

Peter wanted to make a good impression, he seemed calm and collected on the outside but he had been requesting Steve from the agency for the past two years and he knew the signs when he was nervous. He had been preoccupied the entire time they were together, had gotten Steve to triple-check their reservation at the restaurant and he could feel the slight clamminess to his hand. Steve squeezed his hand gently, Peter turned to him.

“You look very distinguished tonight.”

Peter smiled at him.

“Nobody’s going to be looking at me when I have such a beautiful Omega by my side.”

Steve smiled and averted his eyes, like a good little Omega. It had taken Steve a long time to learn how to act right. In Hawkins, he had never encountered another male Omega to his knowledge although it was more than likely that there were other people in his same position. When Steve had presented at fourteen his dad refused to accept it and in the end, had him placed on suppressants and scent blockers. All this achieved was Steve feeling shame and heated arguments among his parents.

He had managed to ignore his conflicting feelings around his status until he entered high school and everything changed. He fell in love, lost his best friend and gained a rival all in the same year. Everything had been fine when he was with Nancy but soon her dissatisfaction with their relationship became too hard to ignore, he felt inferior for the first time in his life. He didn’t know how to fix it, he had no one else who he could talk to, and his status was a closely guarded secret that only his parents and doctor knew.

When she finally left him for a Beta, he knew it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he was an Omega but he couldn’t help a small niggling feeling that there was something innate within him that she found wanting. This caused him to become more subdued while he waited until the end of high school. Old friends and new rivals made things difficult but he mostly just felt numb.

When he was finally finished with school the arguments between his parents became more explosive, their relationship more strained and he decided it would be best if he just left. He had decided on New York as it seemed like a good place to get lost and he had been right.

He’d only been there a few months when he met Maire, she was an Omega who worked for an agency. An agency that paired Alphas who were visiting for a short while with Omegas who needed money. It was a simple arrangement, at Maire’s agency they needed submissive obedient Omegas who were good at organisation and catering to an Alpha’s whims. Nothing sexual just small acts of kindness and company.

Steve had been sceptical at first but Maire promised him it was easy money and nothing untoward. She told him that it was all older widowed Alphas, they just wanted you to organise their trip, pour them a drink and treat them like the only person in the room.

“Trust me honey you would make so much money.”

Steve had laughed.

“Me?”

“Yes you're pretty, well-spoken, and dress well. If you can act all obedient and sweet you'd never have to do anything else.”

Steve had felt uneasy at first as he wasn't used to acting like an Omega. He had spent so much time pretending to be a Beta that it came more naturally to him. Even in Hawkins at the height of Hargrove’s strange one-sided rivalry, Steve had never acted submissive even as his instincts screamed at him. It took so much energy to act indifferent but he’d done it no matter how tired he was by the end of the day.

He tried to explain his situation to Maire but she was determined and in the end with her help, he perfected making himself seem obedient and sweet. Learned some basic cues so he could interpret what an Alpha wanted from him. He became frustrated easily in the beginning.

“Just listen to your instincts. Take everything easy and when in doubt just look down and make yourself small. Trust me they'll fill in the gaps.”

It took a little time but he eventually joined her agency and got booked right away. He’d been terrified but the Alpha was a widower called Maurice and he had put Steve at ease. When he was handed an envelope of money at the end of the night he couldn't believe it. Soon he had a small group of dedicated regulars, mostly lonely businessmen who wanted company and someone to care for them while they had to conduct business.

Ultimately he found himself enjoying the work, something was fulfilling about getting to take care of someone even for a short time. The most surprising thing for him was how warm he felt when they praised him. All it took was a soft brush of their fingers through his hair, a fleeting kiss and a whispered ‘good Omega’ and Steve melted inside. He came to crave it, going above and beyond with hope building until they finally gave him some. It felt like a piece of him had been missing for so long and now he'd finally found it and he never wanted to live without it again.

“I'm sorry that tonight is going to be all business but I need to make a good impression.”

“You always do. Don't worry about me, I'm here for you.”

Peter took a deep breath and turned to him with a smile. He leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“What would I do without you?”

Steve smiled back the praise making a warmth build in his chest. Peter scanned the hotel restaurant and spotted someone sitting over in the corner and led Steve in that direction. As they got closer to the table he could feel a weird sensation like he was being watched. He looked towards the table but the person sitting there was shrouded in shadow. Only the faint glow at the end of their cigarette showed someone was there. Peter gave his hand another squeeze when they reached the table and finally, there was enough light to illuminate the intense stare of Billy Hargrove.

Steve felt frozen to the spot, it felt like time had stood still but everything was different. Billy looked almost the same with a few small differences. His hair was cut short but still retained a wave, like it couldn’t be fully tamed, his earring seemed to be gone and in place of his unbuttoned shirt was a well-pressed suit. However, Steve realised that he wasn’t wearing a tie and his first few buttons were undone.

Peter awkwardly held his hand out but Billy didn’t even glance in his direction but he did give his hand a perfunctory shake.

“This is my companion Steve Harrington.”

Steve wanted the ground to swallow him whole. The last time he’d been face to face with Billy had been back in Hawkins fighting against all his instincts as Billy invaded his personal space with a smirk on his face and meanness on his tongue. Steve was a Beta then but now he was obviously an Omega.

Billy held his hand out to Steve and he leaned over slightly to place his hand in his. The heat of Billy’s skin was a slight shock but when he tried to move his hand to shake it Billy surprised him by taking his hand in a firm grip. He held eye contact with him as he brought Steve’s hand up to his lips placing a soft lingering kiss on the back. Billy’s lips were soft on his skin and Steve felt his face heat as he averted his eyes. He pulled his hand back as soon as Billy moved his lips and sat down followed by Peter who gave him another reassuring squeeze.

Throughout dinner conversation outside of business was kept light but Billy’s stare remained heavy. Steve couldn’t help squirming in his seat wishing the night was over already. He jumped when Peter placed his hand on his knee. He glanced at him and Peter gave him a soft smile and Steve felt his face heat as he smiled back. Peter was probably disappointed in him tonight, he was usually a much better companion than this. A nervous twist started in his stomach so he excused himself from the table and headed to the restrooms.

He was glad to find them empty so he ducked into a cubicle, closing the door and leaning against the wall. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He checked his watch and he'd been there for two hours. Hopefully, Peter would finalise his pitch while Steve was away and they could leave soon. A knock at the cubicle door made him jump.

“Let me in, Princess.”

Steve sighed. He hoped if he stayed quiet Billy would just leave.

“I know you’re in there. Wouldn’t want me to go back and tell Peter you were being a bad Omega would you?”

Steve groaned then pulled the door open a crack only for Billy to force his way in closing the door behind him.

“Are you always going to be an asshole Hargrove?”

Billy smirked.

“It’s working out pretty good for me so far.”

“What do you want?”

“Just wanted a few minutes of your time.”

“Well, I don’t have any time for you, sorry.”

He pushed away from the wall trying to move past Billy who surprised him by pushing back. He crowded him back against the wall using his bulk to pin him to the wall. Steve gasped as Billy leaned close, his lips close to his ear.

“Anyone’s for a price huh Princess?”

He pressed him further into the wall as Steve felt shame burn through him at Billy's insinuations. For some people, Omegas who worked for agencies like BARE were treated with contempt. It was seen by some as unsavoury like they were manipulating the poor Alphas by playing up to their Omegan nature for money.

“It's not like that.”

He shivered as he felt Billy's hot breath on his throat.

“No?”

Billy pressed himself even closer, his body was so solid and radiating so much heat that Steve started to sweat. One of Billy's hands wrapped around his hip, the other stroked over his neck.

“You're so pretty, Princess...I’m sure you're even prettier when you're on your knees, all obedient huh Sweetheart? Are you a good little Omega?”

Billy pressed down slightly on his bonding gland as he hissed in his ear and the combination of Billy's scent, heat and hissed faux praise with his fingers on his gland collided in his brain and became a pleasurable fog. He whined.

“I bet you'd be so good for me...wouldn't you Baby?”

Billy replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking over his gland as Steve squirmed under him.

“Steve?”

Peter’s tentative voice felt like ice-cold water being poured over his head. He pushed back at Billy who refused to move for a moment he pushed him back against the wall then to Steve’s chagrin he rubbed his face against his neck. Scent marking him. Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as pleasure thrummed under his skin. Then reality came rushing back and he shoved Billy hard catching him off guard and slipping out from under him.

“Still an asshole.”

He walked briskly towards the bar. The bartender came over with a welcoming smile.

“Hi, can I get a wet napkin, a wedge of lemon and two glasses of scotch please?”

The bartender nodded and then walked away to fill his order. Steve tapped his foot to dispel the nervous energy he could feel coursing through him. The bartender returned with everything he asked for.

“Thank you, can you charge it, Mr Peter Williams's room, it's 203.”

Steve scrubbed at his neck with the wet napkin everywhere he could still feel Billy's touch. Then he ran the lemon wedge over his skin until it felt cold and a little sticky. The bartender handed him a dry napkin, and Steve smiled.

“Thanks.”

It was a short fix but he hoped it would cover Billy's scent a little. He lifted the two drinks and walked back to the table where the two Alphas were deep in conversation. When they realised he was there they both stopped and stood until Steve was seated once more. He placed a drink in front of each with a smile. Peter took his hand under the table giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Steve, thoughtful as always.”

Steve smiled at him.

“Such an obedient little Omega you have Peter.”

Steve looked up sharply as Billy smirked at him, his eyes intense. Peter smiled at Steve.

“He's wonderful.”

Steve looked down demurely and the conversation between them resumed. The next hour was a mixture of business talk and Billy's eyes boring into him from across the table as Steve attempted to ignore him.

Steve accompanied Peter back to his hotel room. Peter went to his room to slip on his pyjamas while Steve poured him a nightcap. Peter pulled Steve onto his lap stroking over his hair as he sipped his drink.

“Thank you so much for tonight Steve. You were wonderful, I know Hargrove can be a little intimidating but I need his company on this deal.”

“I'm sure you made a great impression tonight.”

Peter wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle giving him a gentle squeeze.

“I feel so lucky that I met you. New York would never be the same without you. I'd be completely lost.”

Steve felt a warmth infused in Peter’s gentle touches and soft praise. He stayed with him until Peter had finished his drink, then he gave Steve a soft kiss on the cheek and handed him an envelope with his money for the night.

When he arrived home he had several missed messages from Margaret at the agency. Six which seemed a bit excessive but they were all about a client who wanted to book Steve for tomorrow but she knew he was still booked for Peter until tomorrow night. He sighed tonight had exhausted him, he'd just phone her tomorrow morning and remind her.

Margaret was very persistent on the phone the following morning and Steve was confused. It was a new client who had requested him specifically but Steve was still booked with Peter who would have paid for today.

“Don’t worry about Peter. I can send a replacement.”

“No, he had a stressful night last night and he’s one of my regulars. The new client doesn’t know me, just tell them I’m unavailable and send someone else.”

“Steve, this is a lot of money, think long and hard before you make a decision.”

There was a slight edge to her voice that Steve didn’t like. Margaret was a petite bubbly Beta who owned BARE; she had a reputation amongst the other Omegas as a motherly figure. They all believed she cared about them but Steve had grown up with John Harrington and he knew someone who was all business when he met them. They had had some clashes over the years but because he was such a good earner she generally relented. Steve had no intention of relenting now, reputation was everything in this business. He thought she knew that better than anyone else.

“Peter has me for today, if this other client wants me they’ll have to wait.”

“Steve…”

“I’m sorry Margaret I’m going to be late for breakfast with Peter.”

He heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. When she spoke it was with a forced jovial tone.

“Ok, Steve I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Steve wished her a good day and hung up the phone. He wasn’t meeting with Peter until lunchtime but he didn’t see the point in drawing that conversation out.

His lunch with Peter was quiet and sweet as usual. Peter let him pick the place they went and Steve took him to their usual place. They ate a light lunch and had coffee and Peter told him all about the deal and how it was going.

“Hargrove phoned me about an hour before you arrived.”

Steve felt a weird flutter in his stomach at the mention of Billy’s name. He shifted slightly in his seat before he forced a smile on his face.

“Good news I hope.”

“He asked some follow-up questions so that’s a good sign. He asked me about you too so you made a good impression.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, he complimented how obedient you were, and asked how we met.”

Steve felt his heart in his throat. He knew from last night that Billy knew he worked for an agency but why was he asking more questions? Peter chuckled.

“Don’t worry I only told him very basic information but you never know it could lead to good business for you.”

Peter nudged him gently.

“I saw the way he was looking at you, if I was a few decades younger it could have ended in a bloodbath. You’re a beautiful young Omega. Maybe you should try being a companion to someone your age.”

“I prefer Alphas like you, you’re respectful and understand my boundaries.”

Peter squeezed his knee.

“Younger Alphas can be a little reckless. I know I was at that age but once you find the right Omega, your Omega everything just clicks into place and you can’t even think about anyone else.”

Steve placed his hand on top of Peters, stroking softly. Peter had lost his Omega five years ago and when they’d first started their arrangement he would grow morose and distant. It had taken many visits before he spoke of them and Steve knew his heart was still healing. It may never heal properly but at least now he could look back without growing sad.

“One day it’ll be your turn and I know you’ll make some Alpha the happiest in the whole world.”

“I'm in no rush.”

Peter laughed.

“It’ll happen faster than you think.”

After lunch, he had walked Peter back to his hotel where he’d handed him another envelope and given him a quick kiss on the cheek. He had a plane to catch shortly after so Steve headed home. He had a long shower and decided that he’d maybe take a few days off. He hadn’t had a day off in months and he felt he needed a little time to recharge. He let his mind wander to the hotel restaurant, how hot and heavy Billy had felt on him, his tongue on his neck and his growl in his ear. A shaky moan escaped him as he felt his hole flutter around nothing.

Moving to New York hadn’t left much time for dating as he was working so hard. He hoped to be out of this business before he was thirty and able to live more or less independently on the profits he’d made. He needed to go and find a reputable person to help him make some wise stock decisions and he was sure he could at least triple his money.

Unfortunately working all the time didn’t leave him any time for anything else. For the longest time, he’d had to make do with his imagination and fingers but maybe if he went out he could find someone. Even if only for a night. He slowly stroked his fingers down over his skin warm from the shower and soft from his lotion. He danced them over his hips and caressed his inner thighs.

‘I’m sure you're even prettier when you're on your knees’

He licked over his lips as he felt the pleasure building under his skin, everywhere he touched coming alive as though someone was here with him. Their fingers were thicker than his, they felt like a hot brand against his skin and they treated his body like it was theirs.

‘I bet you'd be so good for me...wouldn't you Baby?’

He writhed on his bed, a whine on his lips as he felt slick run down his thigh and onto the tips of his fingers. He could feel hot breath on his trembling throat, a growl against his skin as those fingers tightened on his hips until it hurt.

His phone ringing shattered the moment and he groaned at its shrill noise. He glared at it as he tried to calm his heartbeat. He let the machine get it, not surprised when he heard Margaret's overly cheery voice. Seemed he wasn't getting tomorrow off after all.

The following day found him dressed in his best casual outfit, a soft Burgundy sweater and trousers with loafers. This way he was comfortable but he looked smart if they wanted to go out. Meeting a new client was always a little daunting as it was a new person for him to figure out and accommodate but he’d been doing this for long enough. Alphas weren't all that different. They just wanted someone to take care of them, to look at them with compassion and maybe a little awe. They wanted to know that Omegas could still be charmed by them, and would defer to them. Just having an obedient Omega nearby seemed to soothe something within them.

Margaret had been a little vague about this client which was unusual but apparently, they were paying a lot of money and had requested an afternoon. Her vagueness was so strange because usually, he got a full rundown on the client so he could better cater to their wants and needs. However, the selling point for this client was how much they were willing to spend. A life-changing amount of money. So he went to the hotel, got the elevator up to the fourth floor and headed to room 409. He knocked briskly on the door and gave himself a quick once over. The door swung open and the smile fell off his face as Billy Hargrove greeted him.

“Hello, Princess.”

“No.”

Steve started to turn to walk away when he felt Billy wrap his arms around his waist and pull him into the room. He kicked the door closed then walked him through the suite into the bedroom closing that door and pressing him back against it.

“Billy...this isn't…”

“How this usually goes? Oh, I know Sweetheart but things are going to be a little different this time.”

Billy moved back and walked over to the wardrobe pulling out a garment bag he turned back towards him.

“I got you a little surprise. Something for you to wear for me.”

“What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?”

Billy's face screwed up in that way that Steve was all too familiar with and he felt himself tense.

“I like things a little more traditional.”

“Traditional?”

“Yeah I got you a lovely traditional dress and I want you to put it on for me.”

Steve hadn't seen a traditional dress in decades and had never even dreamed of ever wearing one. He reflexively shook his head, the older Alphas had never had a problem with what he wore.

Billy threw the bag onto the bed and reached Steve in a few strides. He pressed him back up against the door, pressing his nose against his throat, his fingers wrapping around his hips. Steve let out a shaky breath as Billy settled fully on top of him. His fingers dug into his hips making his breath catch as he felt his hot breath on his throat as Billy leaned in close to him.

“I'm paying a lot of money for this experience Princess, you came so highly recommended it would be a shame if your rating dropped because you became difficult…”

Steve swallowed thickly. Your reputation within this business was everything, especially amongst his preferred clientele. Older experienced Alphas preferred meek obedient Omegas who could almost read their minds. Obedience was highly sought after and they never wanted anything else from you, their praise was glowing and sincere. They were also very generous.

Steve had heard some horror stories involving younger Alphas who hadn't learned how to control their aggressive tendencies yet. He looked up at Billy with wide eyes, he bit down softly on his bottom lip. Billy became transfixed on this mouth so he pulled his lip free licking over it gently with his tongue.

“Billy please be reasonable, I can change outfits if you'd like. I have a variety if you want a nice casual night in or even if we need to go to a fancy dinner…”

Billy's mouth hardened into a straight line.

“Is that what you do with them?”

He squeezed his hips hard causing Steve to whimper, how long had it been since he'd let anyone touch him properly? Off the clock and with a hint of hurt? He let out a shaky breath.

“Do you dress up in your little sweater and trousers for casual nights, a fancy little suit when they want to parade you about town as if you belonged to them…”

He pulled away to walk over and grab the clothing, brought it back and pushed it against Steve's chest. He reflexively placed his hand on top of it. It was cool to the touch, soft cotton. He looked down at it, soft pastel pink like something he imagined his mom probably wore when she was a young single Omega in the 60s. He hadn't seen anyone wear anything like this except in films from twenty or thirty years ago. He looked back at Billy, caught in the intensity in his eyes. He walked past him in a daze towards the hotel bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He hung the clothing on the back of the door and walked over to the sink. He turned on the cold water and leaned forward cupping his hands to capture it then splashing it on his heated skin.

Could he do this? Whatever this was. He should have asked Margaret more questions. Hawkins felt like it was so long ago but maybe to Billy it wasn't. Maybe he just wanted to humiliate him one last time before he went on with his hugely successful life, secure in the knowledge that he'd won. The only thing keeping him here was the money because that amount meant he didn't have to do this anymore. He could finally go and find someone who'd want to praise him just because they wanted to. There'd be nothing between them, no contracts, no rules, just whatever they wanted to be. He could finally build something real with someone.

There was a small nagging voice in the back of his mind that whispered harshly about a second reason. About how much he craved someone's touch. He wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. He stroked his cold damp hand over his hip, pressing down slightly on where Billy's fingers had been digging into him. His breath caught as he felt the little echo of pressure, just the right side of pain. How strong his fingers were. The fire in his eyes.

He had to take a shuddering breath, this was such a bad idea. He walked over to the clothes and pulled the short pastel pink Omega dress off the hanger. It had a boat neck and a flared skirt and he knew it would skim the middle of his thighs if he was lucky. He noticed on the hanger there was a small bag still attached. He pulled it open, his face flushing hotly at the contents inside. A pale pink garter belt, light peach silk stockings and a pair of panties that matched the fabric of the dress.

With shaking fingers he started to pull off his sweater, folding it carefully and placing it by the sink. Next, he pulled off his trousers, socks and underwear, placing them by his sweater. He stood for a moment wondering if he should put on the dress first or the underwear. He finally decided he'd try the panties first, if he couldn't wear them he couldn't wear any of them. He stepped into them and pulled them up his legs, up past his thighs and into place. Everything felt quite restrictive, the fabric was soft against his skin. He looked down, his face heating further as he saw just how form-fitting they were. He turned towards the mirror so that he could see the back, blushing so hard he thought he was going to pass out at how much they hugged his ass.

He walked over to collect the garter belt, he hadn't seen one of these in ages since another Omega he met in his early days of being in New York had worn one on a date. He remembered running his fingers over the suspenders and that the back was fastened like a bra. He struggled to do it up until he fastened it at the front and then with great difficulty twisted it around until it was the right way. He bit his lip at how it felt across his hips, tight-fitting like someone was squeezing him slightly. He ran his fingers down over the suspenders then sat down on the edge of the bath to pull on the stockings. Once they were in place he stood back up relishing in the strain he could feel in the suspenders as they held the stockings in place. He stroked over his bare thigh a soft moan escaping his lips.

He quickly pulled the dress over his head, fastening the zip at the back. He'd been right; it only came to the mid-thigh when he moved he could see the tops of his stockings. The soft peach was a little warmer than his pale skin accentuating the beauty marks that could be seen through the sheer fabric.

He took several deep breaths and then walked back into the main suite. Billy was sitting by his desk looking at some papers. His eyes somehow burned even hotter as he took Steve in and he beckoned him closer while licking over his teeth.

“You look beautiful, Princess. I want you to always wear a traditional dress around me.”

Steve couldn't help the little flutter he felt in his stomach at the way Billy's eyes couldn't stop roaming over him, how his praise sat heavy and sweet upon his skin like honey.

“You expect me to walk around New York dressed like this?”

Billy's eyes locked with his own, the fire was so hot he could feel the heat upon his skin.

“No Sweetheart, only here. Only I can see you like this.”

He walked over to Billy who spread his thighs and Steve sat down. He was used to sitting on his client's lap. Many Alphas liked it because you were close to them. Usually, they stroked his hair and discreetly scented him while they worked. Now and then they would lean over and whisper a little praise in his ear. It felt different this time as he felt so exposed, he could feel the cool air in the suite on his thighs. Billy's thighs felt so hot and solid beneath his flimsy underwear.

Billy wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him more securely against him. The little flared skirt bunched up around his waist causing him to squirm as he tried to fix it he only stopped when Billy placed his hot hand on his thigh.

“B...B-Billy...this isn't going to work…”

He shivered when he felt his breath on his throat, Billy's lips brushing against his skin.

“You're doing so good Sweetheart...I'm so proud of you for trying it out for me…”

Steve whimpered as the praise washed over him and he felt Billy's fingers tighten on his stomach.

“What do you need me to do?”

Billy groaned before his tongue darted out and licked a long stripe up Steve’s neck before his teeth closed around his ear. He bit down on it hard before he soothed it with his tongue and Steve squirmed at the little jolt of pain. One of Billy's hands slid from his middle down onto his thigh, his fingers hot like a brand as they dug into his sensitive flesh. Steve writhed back against him until he accidentally brushed himself back over Billy's hard cock. He gasped and Billy seized the opportunity to capture his lips in a desperate kiss.

Steve felt so overwhelmed this was not how he was expecting this afternoon to go. He knew he should pull back and remind Billy of their contract but he couldn't think straight. He felt Billy's fingers in the back of his hair, twisting the strands around his fingers before he pulled his head back. Steve whined as Billy kissed his way back down his throat.

“Such a good Omega, so good for me…”

Billy's hands ran back over his body before they wrapped back around his hips pulling him off Billy's lap and laying him face down on the desk. Steve tried to catch his breath when he felt Billy push the skirt up, his hand hot through the panties. Billy's fingers slipping under the edge of them made Steve shiver.

“Billy…”

Billy growled before Steve felt some pressure and then the sound of tearing as the panties fell away from him. The cool air on his heated skin made him squirm as he realised that he was wet. He heard Billy take a shuddering breath before he felt his fingers dig painfully into his thighs pulling them apart and making Steve whimper when he felt how exposed he was. Billy's fingers danced over his skin before he felt one pressing against his wet hole. Steve bit his lip, he hadn't been this desperate in so long and no one had ever touched him like this. Billy seemed to know exactly what he wanted and Steve couldn't help getting caught up in the sensations.

Billy pushed his finger inside and Steve whined at how good it felt as his body fluttered around it. His finger was so warm and thick, it filled him in a way that made his breath catch and his thighs shake.

“It doesn't take much for you to get wet does it, Princess?”

Steve wanted to slap the smug right out of his voice but the little hint of awe he could feel in there was making his head spin.

“So tight...did all those pathetic Alphas just set you on their lap and tell you what a good little Omega you were…”

“Y-yeah they understood how to read a contract…”

Billy leaned forward his woollen trousers brushing against the backs of Steve's thighs as he chuckled in his ear.

“Oh I'm quite adept at reading contracts, I just wanted to negotiate the terms of yours as I never agreed to them…”

A little shock shot through him.

“The a-agency…”

Billy slowly pressed in another finger making Steve pant as his body struggled to take both fingers at once.

“I showed them the amount I was willing to pay and they waived the contract. So we're in negotiations right now Princess...so far I think they're going very well…”

“I...I don't believe you.”

Billy pushed a little harder

“You don't believe me, well I can get Margaret on the phone right now.”

Steve felt cold when he heard dialling then a sweet voice, the young receptionist that he saw every six months when he called into the office. A young blonde Beta called Lisa, Steve could see her warm smile in his mind.

“Hello BARE, this is Lisa speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hello, this is Mr Hargrove, can I talk to Margaret?”

“One moment Mr Hargrove, I'll see if she's available at the moment.”

“Billy, hang up right now.”

Billy pressed in further and Steve's entire body seized up as he brushed against something that made his head fog with pleasure. Billy licked over his throat, smiling against his skin.

“Is that it? Princess right there…”

Steve writhed as he pressed against it.

“Don't get disobedient on me now sweetheart, you wouldn’t want me to tell Margaret you were being a bad Omega would you?”

Lisa’s sweet voice echoed from the speaker.

“Putting you through now Mr Hargrove.”

Margaret’s voice came from the speaker, she sounded different to how she usually did to Steve, less severe and more friendly.

“Billy, I hope everything is well.”

“Yes Margaret I have Steve here and I just wanted you to relay to him the contract negotiations.”

Billy pressed in and Steve bit down hard on his lip to stifle his moan.

“Steve? I'm sorry we didn't get to discuss this beforehand but Mr Hargrove is paying a lot of money for your time and knowing your circumstances I thought you would be grateful…”

Steve felt so frustrated as he realised that the agency that he had been with for the past several years that was supposed to take a percentage of his fee so that his interests were looked after had just sold him out. He was so angry, just because Billy came along with an amount of money they couldn't refuse. Billy seemed to realise that he wasn’t paying attention anymore so he pressed up against the spot inside making Steve whine.

Margaret’s voice faltered for a moment, humiliation burned through him but it didn’t dampen his pleasure. Billy leaned over and hung up the phone before he leaned back in to kiss across his throat as he continued to drive him mad with his fingers. Steve writhed under him as he felt his body clamp down hard on his fingers, his thighs shaking as Billy cooed softly in his ear before he sunk his teeth into his throat and Steve gave fully into his pleasure.

“Good boy.”

He shivered at Billy’s words as he slowly pulled his fingers free and stroked them over his skin, spreading his slick over his trembling thighs. He tried to calm himself down, he knew as soon as he was free he going to demand his money and quit the agency.

All thought left his mind when he felt Billy's fingers pulling him open, the cool air letting him feel how wet and loose Billy had made him. Billy pressed his fingers back inside and Steve whined at the stretch. He heard Billy fumbling with his clothing and then groaning as he heard the slick sound of flesh on flesh behind him before Billy’s hard cock was pressed up against him. He shivered as Billy replaced his fingers with his cock and started a slow maddening rhythm. He felt like he couldn't breathe as he was filled before choking on air when Billy’s cock pressed up against his prostate. He could feel Billy’s fingers digging into his hips so hard they ached as he snapped his hips forward.

“You're such a good little Omega...my perfect good little Omega...so tight for me...so good Princess...all mine...so good…”

Steve squirmed at the pleasure that was making his mind go blank when he felt Billy’s knot forming and he subconsciously spread his legs wider. When he started to push it inside Steve felt pleasure molten in his lower stomach as Billy leaned down to suck on the sensitive skin of his throat.

“That's it...such a good Omega...you're taking it all so well…”

He cried out as his body fluttered desperately around him as it tried to take the knot. He felt Billy’s hands pressing his hips down causing his back to arch as it finally slid inside locking them together. Steve’s body clamped down hard as pleasure coursed through him and he came with colours flashing behind his eyes.

Billy placed a lingering kiss on the back of his neck before he wrapped his hands around his hips and pulled Steve up onto his chest. He turned him around and then walked them over to Billy's office chair. He sat down and pulled Steve back onto his lap so that he was straddling him then captured his lips in a ravenous kiss. His mind faded away as Billy placed stinging kisses across his throat and whispered heated praise into his skin. He shivered feeling Billy throbbing inside him as his stomach became swollen. There was a part of him who wanted this afternoon to last. To relish this time when he got to fully embrace his status. He’d spent so much time fighting against it and learning a pale imitation that it felt so good to just let pleasure cloud his mind.

There was a secret thrill in knowing that he could drive an Alpha to these lengths. That someone like Billy was so desperate to have him that he'd orchestrated this whole thing and probably paid Margaret an extortionate amount of money. He thought about the sweet older Alphas with Peter’s words echoing in his mind.

‘...once you find the right Omega, your Omega everything just clicks into place and you can’t even think about anyone else.’

He tried to shake it from his mind. He knew it was just the old romantic in him desperate for someone who wanted him. Just him.

Billy’s arms wrapped tightly around him pulling him more securely onto his chest. Steve shivered at the feeling of Billy’s stubble rubbing against the side of his throat as he scent-marked him.

“Mine…”

He surprised himself with how much he wanted that to be true. He placed his hand on top of Billy’s hand. He was surprised when he intertwined their fingers. He leaned fully back. His mind felt sluggish but he knew he was done with the agency. It was time he figured out what he wanted. A small voice told him there wasn't anything to figure out. He squeezed Billy’s hand and received a soft kiss in return.

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sweet7simple · 4 months ago

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rodimus obtains a beautiful rare crystal from a dangerous cave as a present for drift, and gets himself all banged up in the process. ratchet is torn between scolding roddy's recklessness and appreciating his devotion to their mate.

This is a fun one because Rodimus would absolutely do something like this.

It starts with an away mission to a planet which has organic life, but no one responds to the Lost Light's polite comm pings. There are signs of advanced technology, not a single satellite in the sky or sign of a spacecraft or energy readings that confirm any high output of electrical energy on the planet's surface. Whatever is down there probably isn't going to have an issue with them meandering around and having a look-see, right?

So Rodimus is on the away team with Brainstorm, Perceptor, Swerve and Velocity plus some others (Cyclonus, Whirl, and Tailgate are somewhere around here. Rodimus is sure they're safe. He's pretty sure they're safe. They better be safe). Rodimus has a comm line to Megatron, Minimus, and Drift on the bridge and he's feeding them video data so they can see what he's seeing.

Well, Brainstorm gets to this cave they want to explore, but the methane readings are off the charts.

"Let me put it this way," he says as he holds an analyzer in one servo and gestures with the other, "if you so much as snap your digits down there, this whole mountain region will stop existing and us probably with it."

And then he follows it up with, "So everyone be careful and stay with your buddy!" right before he tries to march jovially into the mouth of the cave.

Perceptor snags him back and holds him by one of his wings. "What he means is, this is a dangerous endeavor, moreso because of the probably of causing a chemical reaction that can destabilize this mountain region as well as trap us underground if we are not already destroyed by the heat and shock wave of the air blast. However, Brainstorm and I would like permission to take that risk upon ourselves. Our detectors are picking up readings of a highly conductive metal within this cave, which may be highly resourceful to us."

Rodimus gives Brainstorm a look.

Brainstorm points down into the cave. "There's copper down there. Copper is good for us. We want more copper. The medibay will be very happy with you if we bring back copper. Ratchet might even reward you if you let us bring back copper." He manages to pulse the lights of his optics in a suggestive manner.

Rodimus is suddenly very much onboard with this. "Yeah, sure, I'll go down into the cave. The rest of you can wait here."

Perceptor and Brainstorm and Swerve and Velocity all stare at him.

"Um," Velocity begins politely, and then stops.

Brainstorm takes Rodimus by the pauldrons. "How do I put this the nice way.... Out of everyone here, you're the one most likely to make the mountain go boom. I say that with Swerve standing right next to you."

"Hey! I'm the most qualified to go into that cave!" Swerve shakes his servo at the jet.

"Yeah, which is why Rodimus is the one most likely to make the whole place crash down for once," Brainstorm says.

"I'm also the one most likely to survive if the whole place crashes down," Rodimus points out. "The heat and air blast won't destroy me because of my outlier ability and I can just recharge if I get stuck and wait for all of you to dig me out."

"Uh, Roddy, sweetie, if a whole mountain drops down on top of you, it's going to take a really long time for us to dig you out," Brainstorm explains.

"He does have a point, however," Perceptor says, pinching his chin thoughtfully with his other arm folded over his chest plate.

This goes back and forth for awhile. Perceptor is actually on Rodimus's side that he should go down into the cave by himself, see if the readings they are getting are actually for copper, and bring back some samples. If it turns out to be copper, and a sizeable amount of it, they can send Rodimus back down for bigger samples.

Brainstorm is saying, "I can't believe I'm the one trying to do the smart thing, but Rodimus will absolutely walk in there, snap his fingers to see if the mountain really collapses on top of himself, and then be surprised when we turn out to be right."

"I will not do that," Rodimus promises. He had thought about it, but he's not that stupid. If scientists are telling him that the mountain will go boom, he's going to trust them. This time. Only because the last planet they were on, they told him to not walk so close to the edge of a cliff because the slope of it suggested it wasn't stable and he'd gone, blah blah blah, how can you know just from the slope? And then Cyclonus, Brainstorm, and Whirl had had to airlift him out of the river at the bottom of the cliff and no one, I repeat, no one will let him live it down.

He's not going to be the captain who blew up an entire mountain on top of that. He refuses. He's going to be careful. As careful as he can be. He is, at least, not going to snap his fingers to see if it ignites the methane and blows the whole place up.

Swerve is on Rodimus's side because, "Just in case you die down there, can you state now in front of these witnesses that I'll be co-captain in your place? Please? And, you know, don't die down there. But, if you do - "

Velocity isn't necessarily against him going, but she is against him going alone. "Just in case of injuries, I think I should go with you," she reasons.

"But what if we're injured if the mountain blows?" Swerve asks. "We're standing right here."

Rodimus plants his servos on his faulds. "Well, go stand somewhere else!"

So the rest of the team gets out of blast range (which is very far away) and they send out a broadcast telling the other teams to also get out of blast range and they warn the Lost Light above the planet's atmosphere about what's about to happen (they already know since they're tied into Rodimus's video feed and Rodimus has already turned off their comm feed so that they can stop harassing him about how this is a stupid idea and he's about to get himself killed and he better not do it, Rodimus, we're serious -).

Once everyone's a safe distance away, Rodimus goes down into the cave with Velocity and some data packets from Perceptor about what copper rock even looks like. They're actually quite colorful, he likes them.

Velocity is tip-toeing along like the very movement of her joints might set off the methane, so Rodimus makes a show of being very unbothered by everything. He's joking with Velocity, making her laugh, getting her to unwind a little bit as they go further down into the network of caves.

They're limited in where they can go since most of the caves are too small for them to fit through, but the major systems are very accommodating.

"Drones," Velocity groans, almost slapping her own forehelm before she pauses and puts her servo back down. "We could have sent drones down in our place. We were so busy arguing with you that we forgot we didn't have to send anyone down here. And they would be able to fit through the smaller tunnels and chambers too."

Rodimus had actually thought of drones, but he wants to be able to take a hunk of this copper rock to Ratchet himself, dug out by his own servos, and have his mate berate him for his stupidity right before he gets rewarded for his gift.

"Well, if there's a lot of copper, we can just send the drones down next time instead of coming back ourselves," he offers.

They eventually find some colorful rocks in a side of a cave. Rodimus digs his digits in and scoops it out. The cave wall is softer than he expected.

Velocity is also very carefully digging out only as much copper rock as she can carry. Rodimus's optic catches on the glint of something next to her.

"Hey, what's that?"

She turns her helm to look at what he's pointing at. "Oh, it appears to be some kind of... gem, I guess. I'm sorry, my geology is poor. I'm sure it would be very pretty if it was polished, though."

As it is, it's some kind of milky green where it just breaches the wall, dull and without much shine to it.

Rodimus opens his comm to Drift (and Drift alone) to show him his video feed. "Hey, sweetspark, what am I looking at?"

Drift gasps through the comm line. Rodimus's interest is instantly perked. "That's emerald! I have only ever seen emeralds on Earth. They're beautiful once they've been tumbled and polished, and their energies are so pure. They can channel emotions such as love and improve the health of your spark." And then he gasps again. "Roddy, turn to your right. There is something... Yes, a little more. There. Primus, that's a rare form of chrysoberyl. It also resonates with the spark and promotes feelings of love. And it's so rare. On earth, they called it alexandrite and it was still in short supply." His voice is ringing with longing.

Rodimus is determined now. "Anything for you, sweetspark."

"No, Roddy, you're there for the copper."

"And I've got the copper. No worries. Like I was telling Velocity, we'll just send some drones down for more once we get back to the surface."

"Then the drones can pick up the crystals, it's okay."

But it isn't. Rodimus is going to be the best mate ever. He's going to give Ratchet his copper rocks and he's going to give Drift his crystals because they deserve it and because it will mean more from him than some drone that can't even recognize how gorgeous and awesome his mates are.

Velocity has stopped mining the copper rock and is watching him closely. "Be careful, Rodimus. Be very careful. If you scrape your digits across those crystals..."

"Don't worry, I got this." He pauses. "But, just in case, you should start up without me. I'll meet you up there." He turns off his comm feed where Drift has started yelling at him, echoed by other voices on the bridge.

"I'll stay," Velocity says, scared but brave. Brave because she's scared and still will not leave him.

He respects her. "Okay. Just give me a klik and we can head back up."

For him, it doesn't take long to dig around some crystals and put them directly in his subspace (he's going to have to hose it down, he realizes with a grimace. There's dirt and sediment everywhere now). With Velocity watching with the widest optics, posed as if ready to start running, it make the process feel eons longer.

But he gets the crystals and nothing combusts and they have the copper rocks. They leave the cave and the air quality is almost instantly different without the methane cloud setting off their sensors.

It's all very anticlimactic for Rodimus, but everyone else is acting like he just barely managed to escape the certain grasp of death.

The moment he and Velocity are out of blast range, Perceptor and Brainstorm send down some drones to get more samples and Rodimus and Velocity take one of the shuttles up to the ship.

The mecha waiting for Rodimus are Not Happy. Megatron has that look on his face that says, "I've eaten Cybertronians before out of desperation, but I'm willing to bite you in half out of sheer frustration." Minimus tells him how many rules he broke by the order they were broken in.

Drift has that closed off look on his face that says he's more upset than he is angry and he doesn't want to show it. Ratchet just looks thunderous as he yanks Rodimus in that direction and another, checking him over even though the only thing wrong is that his servos are dirty. Velocity doesn't point out that she already checked Rodimus over because this is just a Ratchet thing, not a medic thing. Ratchet needs to know for sure that Rodimus is safe.

It's not the easiest checkup he's had since he's holding copper rocks in the curve of one arm and refuses to let them go for anything. Not until Ratchet is done with him and he is able to, with a sunny grin, hand over the copper.

Ratchet looks incredibly sour as he takes the dirty rocks in his servos. "I can't even do anything with these, you fool! Swerve has to draw the wire from these! And you left Swerve on the planet. Now my servos are just dirty."

That was not how it was explained to Rodimus and now he's kind of angry that, at no point, did Swerve mention this.

"Yeah, but this is your copper," he stresses. "You can do whatever you want with it."

Ratchet is clearly tired of his slag. "Sure, Rodimus." He ex-vents. "Thank you for risking your life for some rocks a drone could have brought me without endangering the life of my mate."

"You're welcome!" Rodimus says, choosing to ignore everything that came after the thank you. If he thinks about it too hard, it might ruin his mood.

At least it makes Ratchet huff with humor. Ratchet wraps one of his dirty servos around the back of Rodimus's helm and pulls him down into a kiss. "You're an idiot, but at least you're my idiot."

Drift steps up to them and puts a servo gently against Rodimus's chest shield. "You didn't just risk your life down there to impress Ratty," he says knowingly. "I'm upset with you, but I am so, so thankful as well. Never risk your life like that again. You are worth so much more than copper and crystals. But, thank you."

Rodimus opens up his subspace, grimaces as he feels how dirty everything is, and pulls out the clumps of crystals. "If it makes my mates happy, I'd do a lot more than just walk through a cave and pick up some rocks." He gets another grateful kiss.

Rodimus's spoiler shakes from how high he's holding it. He's beaming with joy as Ratchet grimaces down at his filthy gift, a calculative look in his optics as he's already thinking about what to do with the copper that will get drawn from it, and as Drift gives his own crystals a much softer, much happier look.

Their happiness means so much to him.

#transformers #Dratchrod #anon ask #Rodimus's love language is consistently gift giving and acts of service I see #So the first adventurine was supposedly found in an emerald mine #And you can find coal in an emerald mine as well #And methane comes from coal #Hence why there is methane in a cave where they find emerald and adventurine #I don't know how difficult it is to mine these so we're not going to think too hard about that part #I am so sorry anon I got distracted and didn't fulfill your full prompt #I am consistently getting distracted from the main plot #This is my actual writing style

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atlaswritespoetry · 1 year ago

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The words I love you sound foreign from your mouth

But your actions speak them so clearly

I don't need to hear them to know

But when you speak them it is so much sweeter

Because I know you fear I don't know when you can't show it

I love you and I see that you love me too

#writers on tumblr #writers and poets #late night writing #writeblr #writing #writing idea #writing prompt #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #love language #love langauges #acts of service #food as a love language #familial love #familia

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the-ellia-west · 5 months ago

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HOW TO WRITE ROMANTIC ATTRACTION FOR DUMMIES

For anyone who wants to learn, (especially aro/ACE, aspec, ect.)

Requested by the lovely @darkandstormydolls

Alrighty! Welcome back or welcome to my blog! I'm dipping my toes back into the category of posts that gained me my exposure!

So if you're here, you want to know how to write romantic attraction/romance!

Strap in and let's begin!

(Pls spread this to people you think would benefit from seeing it, or anyone who requested it bc I forgot, ANY ASPECS)

Step one -

Your characters must admire one another at the beginning, Romantic feelings usually do not present themselves as obvious until you really think them through, meaning your characters may not notice they have a crush until it's too late

These are general statistics and light stereotypes. So feel free to not use this tip:

Male characters usually tend to notice physical things first, like body shape, hair, skin, clothing, the way their lover moves, ect

And Female Characters Generally tend to notice more small things and personality-based traits first, like their lover's humor, speaking mannerisms, shifts in expression, ways they fidget, emotion in their voice, ect.

And someone who is in love will generally show more interest in this particular person's movements, actions, words, and anything in general.

Step 2 -

The character will show more interest in sharing their love language with their lover/crush

Physical touch - People with physical touch love languages may want to hold hands, cuddle, hug, or just lean on their crush whenever they are close to them moreso than they want to with others

Gift giving - Gift givers will want to get more gifts more often for their crush, probably thinking of them whenever they see little trinkets or wanting to get them big gifts for special occasions or signs of appreciation

Acts of Service - Acts of service people will offer to do extra favors and a bunch of extra stuff they don't have to do twice as much as normal

Words of Affirmation - Flattery, they will generally flood their crush with kind words and compliments

Quality time - Quality time people will want to spend time with their crush at almost every turn, and when they want company, will turn to their crush first

Step 3 -

After a while, these urges while become very prominent and more noticeable to the person having them

They may find themselves fantasizing about their crush or having them show up in their thoughts more and more, feeling nicer and happier when they're around, or when they're thinking about them

Smiling when they think about them, cutsey little fluff thingies like that

A crush is essentially: I want to date that, I want to be near that always, I want to marry that, I want that to snuggle me (or other love languages)

Or in simpler terms: if that asked me out, I would say yes (or at least want to say yes if your character is in denial)

Step 4 -

The character's urges to be close to this person grows strong enough that they do smth about it, whether prompted by another character. Or they just don't know I how to not anymore (like when you wanna eat candy and you don't want to, but you do anyway bc I JUST NEED THE CHOCOLATE OKAY?)

(Or for Aro/Ace, garlic bread)

People who are in love are generally very prone to be all dreamy and poetic and VERY EXTREMELY BIASED towards their crush

Then Yada Yada they kiss & shit

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Happy writing!

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unboundprompts · 10 months ago

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how about a request for prompts where character A and character B are NOT dating (yet) but are both very obviously madly in love with each other. so while hanging out they begin to make some ambiguously romantic (physical) gestures towards each other. yknow, like stuff that isn’t overtly romantic but definitely could read as such?

Subtle Romantic Gestures

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She never failed to notice that he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk. If they were ever walking down the street together, he would position himself between her and the road, gently moving her to his other side with a careful hand on the small of her back.

When they laughed, it made his heart swell. They would throw their head back nearly every time, as if it was the funniest joke in the world. He loved to watch the joy take over their features. It was like their laugh melted away all the bad things. His favorite part of their laughter, however, was how their hand would always land on his arm. It would linger on his skin as they giggled, sending fireworks through him.

When they were hanging out with a group, she noticed that her eyes were always meeting theirs. How long it took her to notice that she would look for them in a crowd, she didn't know. Nor did she know when they started looking for her.

As they walked side by side, he would playfully elbow her in her side with a bright smile. A teasing gesture, but it never failed to make her heart flutter.

"Can I walk you home?"

Their hands would brush, knuckle against knuckle. A brief warm touch on an otherwise cold day. She would savor that touch, make it last as long as she could. She wanted nothing more than to grab their hand with her own and rub soothing circles on the base of their thumb with hers.

Other Subtle Gestures

laughing too hard at their jokes

lingering eye contact

blushing

unnecessary touching (hand on arm, shoulder, knee, leg, etc)

random acts of kindness

making excuses to hang out

offering/asking favors

sharing secrets

putting more effort into your appearance before seeing them

holding doors, opening car doors

compliments, so many compliments

learning their interests, encouraging them to talk about things they enjoy

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catchameme · 2 months ago

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the art of intimacy

a variety of actions or prompts consisting of nonsexual acts of intimacy and devotion! note: prompts are set as the receiver performing the actions/initiating; send "+ reverse!" to swap roles.

[ TOUCH BASED ]

my muse brushing or playing with your muse's hair. my muse reaching for your muse's hand. my muse resting their head on your muse's shoulder. my muse embracing yours in a hug. my muse moving to sit or stand closer to yours. my muse taking your muse's hands in theirs, blowing air into/onto them to warm them up. my muse pulling your muse into a dance.

[ ACTS OF SERVICE BASED ]

my muse cooking yours a delicious meal/dessert. my muse bringing yours breakfast in bed. my muse washing your muse's hair. my muse bringing yours a drink/snack while they are busy. my muse folding your muse's laundry. my muse holding the door for yours. my muse buckling your muse into a vehicle. my muse running yours a warm/hot bath. my muse planning a date/vacation with your muse.

[ OTHER / MISC. ]

my muse sending yours affectionate messages. my muse writing yours a letter. our muses cooking/baking together. our muses playing a game together. our muses sharing space and doing their own thing. my muse reading to your muse. my muse singing to your muse. our muses taking a walk together. my muse shares a dessert with your muse ( and feeds it to them ) my muse sharing a blanket with your muse. my muse gifting yours with flowers. my muse surprising yours at work.

#rp memes #ask meme #rp ask meme #rp prompts #ask prompt #rp ask prompts #inbox meme #intimacy meme #nonsexual acts of intimacy #rp asks #roleplay memes #ask prompts #askbox meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #rp inbox meme #interaction memes #catchameme prompts

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eloquent-edits · 9 months ago

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🗡️ “That time of the month again?”

because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions

Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)

B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand

A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)

B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)

Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows

B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine

Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)

A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain

B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache

All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)

A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A

B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)

A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)

“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”

B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #period comfort #character dynamics #character prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #prompt list #care prompts #comfort prompts #action prompts #acts of service ✨#if you can’t tell this is absolutely self-indulgent #I got cuddles yesterday and I WANT MORE IT WASN’T ENOUGH #please somebody buy me my favorite icecream and watch cute shows with me

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blkkizzat · 1 year ago

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ღ𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟐

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Thrilling Ghouls

Kinktober Prompts: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? CW: AU. Most warnings for P2 really. Slightly dubcon-y. Bully/mean/teasing Toji. Bratty/crazy gf reader. Rough sex. Drug ref. Werewolf transformation but this isn't that furry shit lol. Omegaverse themes I borrow heavily from but I'm not following the rules of it faithfully (I don't even know them myself lol) WC: 4k of 10.4k Lightly black fem coded but no descriptors.

A/N: This one took a bit longer expected as I recently caught a cold, boooo! But I'm realizing even in my fics I intend to be PWPs I still need to set the mood and a plot springs forth lmfao. Plus I had fun actually trying to write a bit of horror in too! I decided to split into 2 parts because of the delay already.

Big shout out to an irl bestie @sairotonin for drawing a sketch of Werewolf!Toji for her inktober for me to use in my gfx. TY sis you a real one!!

Enjoy!

“In the next 500ft, turn left.”

This was going to be the third goddamn left the car navigation told you to take in the last 20 minutes. You were ninety-nine percent sure you had been going in circles and were now lost as shit at night in the middle of nowhere.

You glance at your phone sitting in the dash-caddy.

One measly bar.

The further you traveled, the more the service bars were dwindling as well.

Shit, you had 3 full bars last time you looked.

Opting to keep ahead straight instead of turning, you cross-check your destination via the spy monitoring app you had shamelessly downloaded on your boyfriend Toji’s phone.

Toji’s current location was 45 miles outside of the city and it had been a good 10 miles since you last saw any kind of highway. The area you were in was a mix between nature reserve and private property so not even GPS could pin down the exact directions to his whereabouts.

Sigh.

You had never wanted to be That Girl™.

You know, the ones who would sneak peaks at their boyfriend’s phones, were super insecure about any interaction their man had with the opposite sex and ran down on them while they were out to catch them in the act of cheating.

But you were a woman at the end of her rope.

What else could you do?

For a few days every month Toji would simply disappear.

The various excuses he gave usually centered around his work. You didn’t know exactly what he did, but you knew enough to know most of it was dangerous and wasn’t what good society would consider legal.

Toji had scolded you before for asking too many details.

For your own safety.

He would say with an arrogant smirk.

But even when working you had always been able to get a hold of him after a few hours. It was just this one particular job he would completely drop off the face of the earth for. It annoyed you, sure, but Toij’s work never followed him home so you didn't have complaints.

That is, until you had finally moved-in with him and Megumi.

Truly, you were already like a little family.

Megumi, who had just recently started preschool, had been quick to warm up to you ever since you and Toji first introduced you to him a few months prior to that.

But living together pushed things to a whole other level. Megumi would follow you around like a lost pup and often opted to sit in your lap rather than Toji’s.

Not to mention throw a near fit if you weren’t the one to tuck him in goodnight. (Toji would never admit he was a bit jealous and would only grumble slightly that it was less of a hassle for him if you did it so you should just do it from now on).

You never even realized you had such a mothering instinct, being on the same page as Toji about no more kids, until you looked into those little emerald eyes of Gumi’s and absolutely melted.

You had grown so close that the little boy unknowingly let it slip once while Toji was MIA on that job, that he was glad Daddy went on his daddy breaks once a month so you both could have fun together by yourselves.

You tried to keep your reactions in check for Megumi but that revelation completely shook you.

A “daddy break” didn’t sound much like a work trip to you which spiked your anxiety and caused you to spiral into overthinking.

Did he need a break from you too as well?

You couldn't very well grill a 4-year old and you didn’t have the nerve to just ask Toji straight out.

So you did the only thing you could think of at the time and that was to complain to your good friend Tsukumo over drinks a few days later after Toji returned.

Tsukumo, who always seemed to have the wrong answer for everything, simply told you to do the ‘smart’ thing and download a monitoring app on his phone that would log is calls, texts and whereabouts.

You initially balked at her.

Tracking Toji had never crossed your mind.

Outside of this, Toji had never given you a reason to doubt him and you wanted to respect his privacy and trust, especially trust as you knew he didn’t let many people get close to him at all.

True, he wasn’t exactly the most forthcoming man you ever dated. You were well aware he had his many skeletons as well as ex-hookups. But Toji for the most part had been content with his gambling then coming home to you and Megumi.

He wasn’t the type to ‘run the streets with the boys (he had no boys tbh), you had only ever known him to have the occasional drink with Shiu when he wasn’t out gambling.

You had almost refused to do such a thing… That is until Tsukumo posed the question:

What’s more important Y/N– your peace of mind or his trust?

And Y/N, is trust really what’s important here at all if he is in fact already taking advantage of yours?

Touché.

Tsukumo had you there.

“Besides, you think that old dinosaur is even going to notice an extra app on his phone in the first place?”

Tsukumo quipped, throwing back a shot of sake and jiggling the empty container at the bartender for more.

“You just got rid of his old flip phone last year. I’m surprised he can even use a touchscreen without punching a hole through it. Just delete the app once you’ve seen what you needed to see.”

Tsukumo gave you this advice like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ignoring her digs at Toji’s age, and maybe it was the 3 bottles of sake the both of you had blown through in the last hour, but you were starting to think she might be onto something.

“Mmm, on second thought, might as well keep it on there. Men like Fushiguro are dogs that need to be kept on tight leashes.”

Tsukumo grinned at you with a wink before turning her attention back to the bartender.

You still didn’t know then if you would actually go through with it.

Nevertheless, here you are now at 11:15 PM at night about to pull up on your boyfriend thanks to Tsukumo’s advice to find out once and for all if Toji was cheating on you.

You had dropped Megumi off at his best friend Yuji’s for the night, thanking Yuji’s parents for watching him and feeling guilty for lying to them that you and Toji had a date night.

Almost there.

You are within 2 miles of arriving at the vicinity of where the monitoring app says Toji is.

However, your anxieties were getting the best of you as you drove in near tears.

You turn up your music louder, the booming bass distracting you from how much darker and creepier it gets the further you drive into the wooded area.

Sighing again, you had no idea how this would turn out but you knew the result would determine whether you would be listening to Positions by Ariana Grande or Playing Games by Summer Walker on repeat during the drive back.

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Barely a half mile later, you see the engine light of your car flash. The pungent odor of burning oil fills the car as a plume of smoke escapes out from under the hood.

Goddamn it, Toji.

“Y/N, make sure to go get ‘er an oil change while I’m gone. Ya got like 15 good miles left on ‘er.” Toji’s voice rang in your mind.

Well the big lunk he was wrong.

You had driven at least 33 miles so far.

You mentally cussed him again.

Toji was the one who was supposed to change your oil, he used your car more than you did. Only opting to use his own blacked out unplated and unlicensed car for jobs like he was on now.

You wouldn’t have even left the house if it wasn’t for his sketchy cheating headass.

Okay, so you hadn’t exactly confirmed that just yet, but you were pissed and until you confirmed otherwise, right now he was a cheater and everything about this situation was his fault.

Pulling over to the side of the dirt road before you caused further damage to your car, you weighed your options.

Option 1: Call AAA

You had zero bars though.

Fuck.

Option 2: Wait here in the safety of the car until morning.

You would still have zero bars and you might miss Toji, making this whole trip fruitless.

If he beat you home in the morning and found you gone with Megumi at Yuji’s with the sad excuse for a 'date night' lie you gave, you would never hear the end of it.

He would taunt you into oblivion that your silly ass drove all the way up here unto the woods for your car to break down cause you were too busy being a psycho bitch to remember to get an oil change.

Option 3: Walk on foot the rest of the way to Toji.

Really the only viable option you had.

It was a good 12 miles or so back to the highway, you didn’t know how many turns you had made since then and you doubt you could make it back on foot anyway. If you were going to walk a few miles to get service again you might as well walk to where Toji was.

Sure if he wasn’t cheating you would still get ridiculed, but at least you could get a ride home.

And if he was cheating, you would hot wire his car (one of the few useful things he did teach you) and that motherfucker and his whore could find their own way home.

Resolving yourself to walk, you put on Toji's hoodie that fortunately was still in the backseat from him last using your car to go to the gym.

You really should have put more thought into planning this before you left. Besides Toji’s oversized worn hoodie that reached your mid-thighs all you were wearing was a thin white shirt and black spandex shorts.

You didn’t even have sneakers or boots, as you looked down at your fuzzy black slippers you mostly only wore outside to run short errands like dropping off Megumi at preschool or picking up groceries.

Thankfully, you did have a small flashlight in the glove compartment though in case of emergencies like this.

Flashlight in tow, you step outside of your stalled car and immediately suck in a worried breath as the weight of the chilly night settles over you like a heavy cloak.

You only have a mile and a half trek but the dirt road that stretches out before you looks endless as it disappears into the obscurity of the thick shroud of fog surrounding you.

The flashlight doesn’t do much to cut through the intense density of condensation. You had only made it a mere 20 feet from your car but you can just barely make out its faint outline.

Swallowing, you put on your bravest face and fix your gaze forward.

The reflections of your flashlight casts shifty patterns on the mist in your peripheral vision and you do your best to ignore the chill that creeps up your shoulders.

“Fuck you, Toji.”

You mumble half-heartedly, pulling the hood over head.

You didn’t really mean it though. Would-be-cheater or not more than anything you wished he was here with you now.

You were freezing, tired and all you could think about was how warm and safe you would feel in Toji’s arms. Even if you were mad at him.

You pick up the pace, wanting to get to him sooner.

Almost more unnerving than the fog itself, the forest around you is as quiet as a grave.

There are no chirps of crickets, nor hoots of owls.

Not even in the crisp cold of fall does the wind rustle through the trees, everything is silent.

The haunting nature around you seems to hold its breath as if it knows you're an unwelcome intruder who has trespassed too far.

You don’t dare peer into the trees which look taller in the darkness, closing in tightly on the dirt road. They are ghastly silhouettes of their former selves blocking any moonlight to help guide your way.

You shiver as you feel as if you are being watched from a distance.

The only noise you hear is the soft crunching of rocks and leaves beneath your feet with every unsure step you take forward.

You can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread as a stray tear runs down your cheek.

You couldn’t get to Toji soon enough.

Though you still didn’t have any service the GPS updated as much as it could in roaming, you were so close.

As you continue forward a shadow on the path catches your eye in the foggy distance.

Your heart quickens as you inch closer, your anticipation mingling with fear.

Shapes soon begin to take form and the harsh reality dawns upon you.

A pack of wolves.

Their shadowy figures coalesce before you through the fog as they take stock of you.

You start to feel queasy as you see their red-stained muzzles dripping with the blood of their latest kill. The grotesque carcass of a deer practically stripped to the bone lay lifeless under their enormous paws.

Their eyes, fierce and predatory, meet yours with a chilling intensity as the feeble beam of your flashlight washes over them. The deer, although large, you know is not enough to quell hunger from beasts of their size.

With a shaky breath you slowly retreat, not wanting to further agitate their already aggravated predatory senses.

Then you hear it.

From what seems to be the darkest reaches of the night, a sound reverberates from the trees, through the forest and beyond that's unlike anything you've ever heard before.

The howl that tears through the stillness is so chilling you instantly feel the lamentation that carries the weight of centuries of primal power down in the very marrow of your bones.

Even the wolves snap their heads to attention and bow their heads as if the sound announced the presence of a creature much higher on the food chain... something more ancient and malevolent…

...something terrifyingly unhuman.

The body racking shiver you experience is so intense it has you sprinting at full speed before your mind, frozen from fear, can even process you are moving.

You burst through the dense trees, leaving the road as your heart pounds like a drum in your chest and tears stream freely down your cheeks to soak the edge of Toji’s sweatshirt.

The tangled underbrush of the forest whips the soft skin of your legs and the forest itself seems to conspire against you as you navigate the obstacle course of branches, logs and large rocks all seemingly with a mission to slow you down.

You can hear the chilling howls of the wolves you saw on the road call out behind you, giving chase.

The sounds of their footfalls grow closer with every passing second.

Terrifying as they are, they hold no candle against the howl that sent you running and your body continues to propel you forward.

Panic frazzles your senses and you make the tragic error of trying to steal a glance back behind you before directly colliding with a large cedar.

Groaning from the impact you reel as you try to gather yourself, clinging to the tree for support.

You hear a twig snap behind you and you whirl around as you are faced with a largest gray wolf out of the pack who had been chasing you.

The alpha wolf’s teeth glint menacingly as their breath escapes in visible puffs in the frigid night air.

Too late to try to make a run for it again, you whimper as you resign yourself to your fate. You slid down the large tree to bury your face in your knees.

Was this it?

Was this how you died?

You weren’t even able to see Toji after coming all this way.

You also wanted to be able to hug Megumi one last time and maybe knock the daylights out of Tsukumo for her horrible ass idea.

But ultimately this was all your fault.

You could be snuggled up with Gumi on the sofa with snacks watching Anpanman but your dumbass had to go galavanting off into the middle of the woods like a fucking lunatic and now you’re about to be eaten by a wolf.

You could feel the wolf’s overbearing presence as it approached you but you couldn’t bear to look up. You’d rather spend your final moments thinking of Toji and Megumi.

Yet despite your impending doom, your head did snap up once you felt a rough tongue gently lick your ankles and curiously sniff at the ends of Toji's hoodie covering your legs.

The wolf was more than intimidating up close as its giant muzzle was the size of your entire head.

However the wolf regarded you cautiously like it almost recognized you before releasing its own chillingly deep howl and promptly running off.

Wait– T-The hell?!

You sat there at the trunk of the tree trying to process the interaction that just took place but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you heard something else approaching you rapidly.

The sound of snapping twigs and heavy, uneven footfalls don’t seem to be that of a wolf, renewing the sensation of dread through your body.

Your heart races in your chest as the ominous sounds of the being looming evermore closer become more pronounced.

From the shadows emerges a monstrous figure.

The fog doesn’t reach this deep into the forest and the moonlight that peeks between the trees glimmers on its enlarged taut muscles.

Its eyes, red, burn like fiery amber.

Fierce and resolute you can see them pierce through the darkness long before you can make out any features of the creature's face.

What you think upon first glance must be a demonic apparition from your worst nightmares ends up being–

Toji?!

As he steps into a beam of moonlight, the transformation before you is complete.

Toji’s once-human and feet hands have become formidable claws with nails like blades, his face remains mostly unchanged with the exception of his mouth which in his snarl reveals rows of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth.

He is still mostly human in appearance but you can tell he stands taller, nearly 8 feet.

The thicker body hair on his forearms bristles with raw power.

He was completely bare save for the tattered jeans barely hanging on his body that had torn from the sheer size of his enormous muscularity in this form.

Each step he takes towards you makes your heart skip a beat yet you stare transfixed, unable to look away and your tears increase.

Was this terrifying otherworldly apparition the boyfriend you had been searching for?

Time stands still in that haunting moment as Toji’s eyes bore into your soul with a predatory intensity.

His hunger and primal instincts radiates off of him like a palpable force.

“T-T-Toji?”

You cautiously inquire through your quiet sobs.

“Y/N?! What the fuck do you think y’er doing out here?”

Toji snarls back at you. His growl seems to cause the very atmosphere to vibrate and the earth beneath you quakes as your body involuntarily quivered with fear.

Toji thought he must have been losing his goddamn mind when he caught onto your scent earlier but here you were like a lost little lamb to the slaughter before him.

He came out onto the woods to be alone, away from civilization and away from you and Megumi during his monthly transformations.

It was safer that way, for all of you.

You had been fortunate the local wolf pack had acknowledged him as their Alpha and recognized his scent on you.

But there were far worse dangers in the forest besides them.

Toji wouldn’t be able to protect you like he was now.

Not with you needing protection from him too.

Protection from him as not only was it a full moon, it was a harvest moon, a mating moon.

The primal urge to rip you apart was only truncated by the more intense carnal urge to mate with you. Toji wanted to claim you as his and fuck you so hard into the girthy cedar behind you the entire tree would topple over by its roots.

He had wanted to claim you as his mate for a while now.

Even moved you in with him and Megumi as the final step but you couldn’t wait for that, could you?

You had managed to track him somehow all the way out here and throw his whole plan into the shitter.

He could barely control himself in this form as it is and now your scent, blubbering cries and the fucking harvest moon were sending him with full force into a fierce rut.

“T-Toji w-what is this!? W-what’s happened to you!? W-what are you doing out here?!”

Worry saturates your voice as you choke out your questions in rapid fire cries not giving him time to even respond.

Toji fights the predatory instinct in him who sees you as his prey and if your gaze wasn’t so focused on trying to read his face for answers you surely would have noticed him fully bricked near bursting out of his worn jeans.

You looked so appetizing.

He needed you.

However, Toji could tell your nerves were completely shot and the slightest twitch of his muscles toward you had you almost jumping out of your skin like a little bunny rabbit.

“Y-Y/N…”

His voice strained itself into a murmur as he attempted to do his best to lull you into some sort of security so he could explain things calmly to you.

Yet the way he was near salivating, drool dripping from his canines as he panted and towered over you did anything but make you feel secure.

You mistook his lust for bloodthirstiness.

“Just calm down. It’s OK.”

Toji needed you to be calm like he needed you to take steadier breaths if he was going to successfully win the tumultuous war he was fighting against his instincts to pounce on you.

There is an oppressive tension between the two of you and he can tell you are also fighting against your fight or flight reflexes.

Good girl.

It would be disastrous if you did something foolish, no telling what might happen then.

But unfortunately for the both of you, your fits of emotion and impulses are what had your crazy ass out here in the first place.

The pressure had officially gotten to you.

Toji’s lies, your car, the woods, the wolves, everything leading up to this point bubbled over because the last thing you wanted to be told right now was to ‘just calm down’.

You snapped.

“Ok? OK?! OKAY?!...TOJI WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT THIS IS O.K. RIGHT NOW!?”

You were practically hysterical as you yelled at him, momentarily forgetting your fears of Toji’s new form.

The trigger of being told to 'calm down' in a situation where you clearly had every right to feel every fucking emotion you wanted won out over everything else.

“MY CAR BROKE DOWN BECAUSE OF YOU DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT WITH WHOEVER THE FUCK OUT HERE, I LITERALLY WAS JUST CHASED BY WOLVES, ALMOST EATEN, AND Y-YOU… Y-YOU-”

A crackling snap came from above you and you realized Toji’s claws had completely ripped a large chunk out of the tree right above your head.

Your tantrum had in turn pushed him over the edge as well.

His irises flared intensely at you as you quivered under his gaze in fear.

He would have you but first, he would play with you a bit.

Things never happened the easy way with you.

Yet, that’s also exactly the way Toji liked it too. That's why he'd put up with you thus far.

A malevolent smirk dons Toji's features as his simple command issues an unsettling tremor running down into the depths of your being.

“Run.”

P2 HERE!

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A/N: Count on Tsukumo to always given the wrong fuckin’ advice. Lmfao! Or was it the right advice in this case? Hmm we will see what happens next!

Smutty goodness in the next part. This part was just to set the horror mood!

I promise this fic isn't as nearly as long as Ghostface!Choso. It's looking to be about 8k total and I have 3.5k of P2 finished lol.

Reblog if you are both submissive and breedable for Werewolf!Toji, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

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ninibeingdelulu · 5 months ago

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heyy could you write something about how Levi would confess if he did cause i can’t really picture him confessing to a girl and probably he just wouldn’t but he’d confess in gestures. please write something about thiss thankyou so much

How he would confess ft. levi ackerman

a/n: hii , hope u like it, and thanks for requesting.

It would start with little things you might not even notice at first. The gentlest brush of his fingertips against yours whenever passing something to you. His intense gaze lingering a beat too long whenever you spoke up during meetings.

You'd catch Levi nearby more often, seemingly unbidden - as if drawn into your orbit by an unseen force. He'd linger on the periphery, seemingly focused on other duties yet hyper-aware of your every movement and expression all the same.

There would be unexpected gestures of consideration from him. Like your favorite hot tea prepared just how you liked it, left beside your bunk without fanfare before you'd awoken.

Or your dirtied uniform and gear being cleaned and meticulously serviced far beyond standard issue without being asked.

The most telling signs would be Levi actively seeking out your company, despite his notorious solitary nature. You'd turn around to find him already there, inevitable as the sunrise - his presence a skeletal buttress bracing you even if he said nothing at all.

Levi would find reasons to stay close, move beside you, all without obvious cause or prompting.

Like he was desperate to bask in your essence even if he didn't act on it outwardly. You'd feel his body heat, catch his scent of black tea and soap whenever he ghosted past. A subliminal brand searing itself across your senses.

There would be infinitesimal cues in his micro-expressions too. The slightest uptic of brows whenever you laughed or smiled. A barely-perceptible dip of thick lashes over those intense mercury eyes drinking you in during unguarded moments.

Lips pressing into a terse line as if shuddering against the pull to finally voice the words scorching unspoken between you.

The way Levi looked at you would shift, almost imperceptibly at first. His gunmetal gaze would bore into yours with a heated, searching quality.

As if mapping every curve and angle of your face with rapt reverence. His eyes would frequently stray and linger over your mouth before darting quickly away when noticed.

You'd become acutely, dizzingly aware of everything about Levi without him ever verbalizing a thing. The corded flex and ripple of his musculature during drills.

His scent and body heat searing itself into your very nerve endings anytime he passed within range. The low, smoky rasp of his voice sending delicious licks of heat unfurling low in your belly even if just issuing standard orders.

And eventually...eventually Levi wouldn't be able to resist any longer. There would come a moment, unplanned and searing, when he'd find himself crossing that infinitesimal distance into your personal space without pretense or excuse.

You'd suck in a stunned inhale to find Levi looming over you, eyes blazing down with undisguised hunger and intention.

His thumb would come up to trace your parted lips with raptor-like intensity. Chest heaving as his control rapidly frayed by the chord with ragged desperation.

And then Levi would finally snap - crushing you against his powerful frame in an embrace just shy of brutally overwhelming.

Every taut inch of him would steel and coil around you, harsh breaths raking against your neck as he tasted your essence in long, openmouthed draughts.

Like a man driven half-mad with thirst finally permitted his barest droplet of water after denying himself for an eternity.

His kisses would be plundering and fervent, fueled by all that tightly reined desire he could no longer leash. You'd be staggered and boneless in his arms, swept up in the unbridled intensity of his affections finally overflowing their constraints.

Undone by the unchecked worshipful abandon Levi had clearly been suffocating behind that emotional quarantine he could finally shatter.

And afterward, amid the sweaty, tangled afterglow with his heavy weight anchored atop you...you'd realize with a thunderstruck jolt that this ardent claiming- this protracted gauntlet of focusing his whole of existence onto your joined heartbeats and mingled breaths as if his sole source of oxygen - was the closest to hearing devotion's sweetest vow pass Levi's perpetually chapped lips that you'd likely ever encounter.

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grandline-fics · 23 days ago

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Ohhhh your fics give me so many feels!! 🤩🤩 I'm happy to read anything, really, but if you're in the mood for a one-shot, you know what I would love? The fake boyfriend trope with Ace! Fem reader and modern world AU if you're in the mood! I'll leave the reason up to you. Make an ex jealous at a wedding, mislead meddling parents, highschool reunion... Pick and choose! As I said, I'm all up for reading ANYTHING you write!

Thank you so much for your service! 🙌🏻🤩

- I ❤️ Ace Anon

DESCRIPTION: Fake dating, Modern!Au

WARNINGS: none that I can think of

CHARACTERS: Ace

WORDS: 1,846

A/N: Thank you for this request. I hope you like what I came up with for this prompt. Maybe I'll do more modern!au stuff in the future

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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You would have called yourself a liar if you said you didn’t have a crush on your neighbour. But who could blame you really? He was so easy to chat with no matter what time of the day it was. He’d always greet you with a smile and focus entirely on you. Even if you were in a bad mood, all it took was talking with Ace to brighten your mood immensely. He just brought a warmth with him that you couldn’t help be attracted to. Also yes he was very good looking but that was just a bonus really. You never acted on your crush, telling yourself that it’d fizzle out eventually and that Ace was such a nice guy that of course he’d already be with someone. So you merely enjoyed the interactions with him for what they were.

One afternoon at work you were counting down the last hours. You couldn’t wait to just get home, order in some food and relax on the sofa in your comfiest clothes and binge tv. That was all you wanted for the free time you had to yourself for the evening. No stress, no drama, no effort. After a long week it was all you wanted but it seemed you weren’t even allowed that simple wish. As you were preparing to leave some of your coworker friends approached and began to pester you about heading out for the night. At first you politely declined but they kept pushing. “Oh come on! We’re all going, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Yeah! I mean you said no the last time too.”

“What could be so much better than coming out with us?”

“I already have plans.” You explained, hoping your vague answer would be enough to dissuade them from their persistence. But it seemed the lack of proper details made their imaginations run wild. Some looked at you in surprise while others grinned as if finally being proven right about something. “What?”

“So who are they?” One asked with a sly grin. “Must be serious if you’re saying no to another night out with us.” They? You blinked in confusion. Why were they automatically assuming you were seeing someone? All you wanted was a cosy night in and now it was turning into an interrogation. If it got you out of the exhausting process of getting ready and going out when you were so looking forward to a peaceful night, you decided to play along.

“Y-yeah. We’re just going to have a quiet night at mine.” You said, hoping they were all caught up in their own delusions that they didn’t see through your weak lie. “Maybe next time?”

With that you continued on the rest of your work day, just trying to avoid any chances for your friends to launch into more questions about your made up love life. Now you were even more desperate to make it to the end of the day and escape. Finally when the clock hit the hour you got to your feet only to stop once more when your coworkers appeared yet again. “Good news! It’s not a work night anymore! All our partners are going out too so yours can join us and won’t feel awkward.”

You trudged up the steps to the apartment building now in a sour mood. You should have just denied their assumptions you were in a relationship instantly and just said you wanted a quiet night to yourself. Now you were unable to say you couldn’t go out or conveniently say your partner couldn’t make the night out when you’d lied in the first place and said you were going to see them tonight. Ugh, you were seriously contemplating slipping on the set of steps in the hopes of just lightly twisting your ankle to avoid the embarrassment of being caught out in your stupid lie. “Woah, that’s not a happy face.”

Your head snapped up to see Ace approaching you as he also returned home for the day. Looking around you saw you were just standing in the entrance hall of the apartment building, lost in your thoughts. Quickly you tried to force your expression into a more pleasant one but since Ace had already spotted you weren’t yourself it was a wasted effort. He was perceptive enough that a half-assed smile wasn’t going to convince him. “C’mon neighbour. What’s got you so down? I’m not going to have to beat someone up am I?”

At that you laughed softly and shook your head, already beginning to feel a little better. Not wanting to block the entrance you began to move for the elevator to begin to journey to your apartment. Once you were both inside you let out a heavy sigh and began to explain your predicament. Through it all Ace listened but he couldn’t help but have an amused smile curving his mouth. “So now my only viable options are fake a breakup with this imaginary lover or injure myself just enough to avoid the night out but nothing too severe that I waste my entire weekend and can’t work. Either way I’m pretty screwed.”

“Nah, don’t say that.” Ace grinned from his relaxed stance leaning against the wall. “It’ll all work out, don’t worry about it.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked unable to stop your playful smile, it was just Ace’s natural presence and confidence that kept you from spiralling further into your panic. “Do you think the boyfriend I’d ordered arrive today and is waiting at my doorstep?” The elevator chimed as it reached you and Ace’s floor and you looked over as the doors slid open to see the hallway was empty. “Oh darn, still not there.”

Ace laughed and quickly hurried passed you to make it to your door before you could, and spun to face you with his arms out. “Ta-da! You’re boyfriend has arrived!”

“Y-you…“ You spluttered with a look of disbelief only making Ace’s smile grow. “You can’t be serious. You want to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“Why not? It sounds like fun plus if it helps you out I’m happy to do it.” Ace shrugged, unbothered at the thought of having to pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. You couldn’t believe you were even discussing this with him. It was even more shocking how easily you were coming around to the idea. “Besides, if I do a bad job you can always dump me at the end of the night.”

“And if you do a good job?” You asked, unintentionally making the question seem more flirtatious than you'd originally planned it to be and you only realised how it sounded when Ace grinned at you.

“Well if I do a good job, you can pick my reward.” He chuckled, throwing you a wink. “So you get ready and we can go out.” You watched Ace turn on his heel and make his way the last few feet to his own apartment and disappear inside, leaving you to be shocked back into the reality that now you had to commit to the effort of going out while also having to convince the people you worked with that Ace was your boyfriend.

From getting ready and travelling to the bar you were meeting everyone at was a complete blur. While you were a ball of nerves, Ace was completely relaxed, effortlessly winning over everyone you introduced him to. Even those you were also meeting for the first time, Ace spoke to them like he’d known them his whole life. His charm and whole presence seemed to put everyone at ease had everyone all but swooning over him. Eventually though, the questions were turned to you.“So, we have to know how did you two get together? No wait! How did you meet?”

“Oh we were neighbours.” You explained, deciding to rely on the truth as much as possible. “Ace already lived in the building when I moved in.”

“Obviously I wanted to ask them out straight away but didn’t want to scare them off since they just moved in and I wasn’t sure if they were single.” Ace added, throwing you a sweet smile and settling his hand on yours, his thumb moving in soothing circles against your skin. You smiled softly and took a small drink trying to distract yourself from how convincing he was and how the smallest touch from him both grounded you and flustered you. “For a while I thought I’d missed my chance but the second an opportunity came up, I took my shot.” Your heart leapt into your throat and heat flamed under your skin when Ace slyly pulled his hand out to pull you close and press a kiss against your cheek. While your coworkers and their partners cooed over how cute it was that you were so shy with your ‘boyfriend’, the man in question grinned playfully at you, clearly enjoying every minute of this.

When it was your turn to buy the drinks Ace played his part well and followed to help you. While you waited to be served, he stood close with his arm loosely around you with his hand gently on your hip. His taller frame shielding you from other patrons pushing too close. It also helped to hide you both so you could finally talk openly without the deception. “Thank you again for this. It’s really surprising how good you are at this.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” Ace grinned at you. “Why are you surprised? Don’t I make a good boyfriend.”

“Well obviously you make a great one. You’re just so at ease with it all whereas I feel like a nervous wreck.” You explained with a small sigh. “I also feel guilty that you’ve been dragged into this when you could have spent the night doing something you actually wanted to.”

“As cute as it is to see, you don’t need to worry about it.” Ace told you seriously, taking you by surprise. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it.”

“But why did you want to?” You asked, still not fully understanding the motive of your neighbour. “Not that I’m not grateful but I can’t help but think there’s more to it than just helping me out.”

“Okay, maybe I was being a little selfish in my reasons…”Ace admitted with a small smile, he wasn’t entirely apologetic in his admission you saw but you could see the slight mischief in his eyes at being caught. “It’s like I told your friends. When I saw my chance I took it. I offered to be your fake boyfriend because I hoped it would make a good enough impression on you to make asking you out for real that much easier.” You could only stare at Ace in bewilderment, mouth slightly agape as you were hit with the realisation that maybe your crush on your very attractive neighbour wouldn’t fizzle out after all and may now instead actually ignite into something else entirely.

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