#honestly so ridiculous how my imagination went straight to sex

[whateverloomis]

Hi! Can i ask for a billy loomis x reader where she gets a tattoo of his name either in the side of her breast or in her hip and she shows him and they fuck (if you decide to put the tattoo in her ass he would def drill into reader doggystyle 💀)

This was incredibly fun to write. Thanks for your request anon 💋

🔞 Warnings: AFAB reader (she/her,) cheating, shower sex, fingering, roughness, reader has pre-determined interests, reader has tattoos, implied size difference, unedited

Word count: 2.6k

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"That's ridiculous Stu!" - "A dare is a dare Tatum, she has to do it!" Stu countered while laughing. The couple, Randy and you decided it was a great idea to play truth or dare while drunk. Sidney and Billy had to leave early and the four of you got bored. Stu was obviously the one who suggested the game.

"I mean, he does have a point." Randy said and Tatum gasped in disbelief; "Wh- Are you seriously siding with Stu on this?! YN! Are you even okay with this?" Tatum asked and you sighed, closing your eyes in defeat. "Look, I appreciate your concern Tate, but I mean... I already have tattoos, another small one isn't going to hur-" - "This is Billy's name we're talking about here, YN. What if Sidney sees it? Or even worse, what if Billy sees it? These two idiots aren't going to keep their mouths shut." The girl has a point, but you honestly didn't care. It could easily get covered up with something else in the future.

"You're right on that one." You said and glared at Randy and Stu before continuing; "But I can get it covered up once it heals, plus it's going to be hidden-" - "What about when we go to the lake next weekend, hm? It wont be hidden there, your hip is going to be exposed." Tatum interrupted.

You didn't know why she was so concerned. Maybe it was because of the whole "tattoos are permanent" or "don't get anyone's name tattooed" mentality.

You smiled at Tatum softly and placed your hand on hers reassuringly; "I'll be fine, okay? We're all friends and it's not going to be an issue. It'll just be for some laughs and then I'll get it covered up, okay?"

Tatum sighed, visibly calming down and glaring at Stu and Randy; "You guys are paying for the cover up too." - "What?! That's not part of the dare!" Randy complained and Tatum rolled her eyes; "It is now, dumb ass." - "That's enough guuyyss, who's up next?!" Stu finished the argument.

•

As promised, you went to the local tattoo shop and got "Billy Loomis" tattooed on your right hip.

"Hooh, that looks hot not gonna lie." Stu said while sticking his tongue out. Tatum rolled her eyes playfully and blew a bubble with her chewing gum; "I gotta say, it is a hot placement."

You smirked at your friends and stood up straight so the tattoo artist could put protective film over the ink.

"If Sidney wasn't with Billy he'd 100% be into this." Randy said and you gasped, smirking at him; "Randy shut up! Oh my God..." - 'Who said he wouldn't like it now?" Stu said and smirked at you. You bit your lip in response and rolled you eyes playfully. You knew they were just teasing and joking around, but having your crush's name tattooed on you was a total turn on, and you felt like a little slut with your dirty little secret.

•

When you arrived at your house that night, you couldn't stop staring at his name engraved with ink on your skin.

You modeled in front of the mirror with the bikini you were planning to wear next weekend and imagined how Billy would react to you looking as hot as you did with his name on you. You wondered if he'd actually like it, like Randy and Stu said. If he'd get turned on by it. Hell, if he'd fuck you because of it. Your imagination ran wild with all the possibilities.

Billy had always been low-key flirty with you, and you had to admit that it confused you considering that he has a girlfriend, but you figured that he's comfortable being around you and maybe follows your lead just for fun. I mean, friends casually flirt sometimes jokingly so you guessed it was normal between you guys.

•

It was finally the end of the week and you were leaving to the cabin that Stu's parents own. There's apparently a huge lake that's perfect for the hot summer sun.

Your bag was made and you were once again admiring Billy's name on your skin. The tattoo was small enough to peel and heal just enough to get in the water during the week.

You were putting sun block on your skin and the tattoo looked vivid with the moisture of the cream. You couldn't wait for Billy to see it.

Stu pulled up to your driveway and honked the horn of his parents van. You jumped in excitement and ran down the stairs, bag in hand. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you opened the door and walked towards the car.

Everyone was already seated and there was a space reserved for you at the very back with Randy.

"You ready to show Billy your new tatt- Ow!" you hit Randy on his bicep and Billy looked back from his seat. "Show me what?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

Stu let out a breathy laugh and Tatum thumped him. Billy looked at the couple suspiciously and bit his inner cheek in annoyance. Luckily he didn't question you again, but he definitely knew something was going on with how obvious everyone was being.

•

After a three hour drive, you guys finally arrived at Stu's cabin and settled in before heading outside and picking a spot to set up a picnic in front of the lake.

The sun was shining bright and the water looked a nice teal color. It was still and quiet.

You could hear the birds and the wind swishing the trees. You helped Tatum and Sidney set up everything before sitting down on the blanket to bathe under the sun.

Taking your short flowy black sun dress off, you revealed your indigo blue bikini. It hugged your body perfectly and exposed just the right amount of skin and curves.

You sat down on the picnic blanket next to the girls and made eye contact with Billy who was taking his shirt off next to you. He raked his eyes up and down your body before giving you a subtle smirk. You bit your lip and looked away only to find Stu giving you a knowing look followed by a breathy laugh. You flipped him off and he shrugged, laughing before running into the water with Randy like a maniac.

Tatum gave you a knowing look as well and you nodded at her before looking at Sidney. "Hey uh, Sid..." You started; "I have something to show you, but I'm giving you context first because it's a little weird."

Sidney looked at you, a subtle smile on her face mixed with confusion; "Yes?" - "Last week when you and Billy left Stu's house early, the rest of us playd truth or dare an-" - "Oh my God, did you kiss Randy?" She asked jokingly and you placed your hand over your mouth to suppress a loud laugh; "What?! No! No... Ugh okay, I got dared by Stu to get Billy's name tattooed on my hip and I did it." You finished quickly and showed the girl your new ink.

Sidney gasped and laughed at the sight. "Oh my Gosh, you're crazy!" - "You see Tatum?! I told you she wouldn't get mad." You said, rolling your eyes at the blonde and she gasped; "Hey! I'm just trynna look out for my girlies, God."

All three of you laughed and looked ahead at the lake. "I wonder what Billy will say." Sidney wondered and you looked at her; "Do you think he'll get mad or something?" - "Nah, I don't think so. Well, maybe at Stu for being an ass and making you do it." Sid replied and you nodded in response, sudden nervousness taking over.

•

After a while, you and the girls decided to get in the water and enjoy the cool temperature after sun bathing.

You approached the shore and Stu swam towards you like a shark waiting to attack.

Before you could dip your whole body in, Stu gasped dramatically. "Oh myyy, YN? Is that a new tattoo?"

You looked at him in disbelief and thumped him; "Shut up, Stu" - "Damn would you look at that! It is a new tattoo" Randy said and looked at Billy. Subtlety wasn't part of both your friends at that moment.

Billy glared at both of them and then stared at you and the girls.

"What the hell is going on with you guys? You've been acting weird since we picked up YN." - "Ugh, Stu dared me to get your name tattooed on my hip and I did, okay?" You answered quickly, annoyance written on your face.

Billy raised an eyebrow and smirked, followed by a laugh. "You actually did it?" He asked while walking towards you.

Stu was trying to hold his laughter in but could barely do it. Tatum smacked his bicep and glared at him. "Don't be an ass." She whispered, the situation clearly being awkward for you.

Billy crouched down in front of you and you showed him the ink, trying to maintain distance, but he was making it impossible.

Billy ran his thumb over the tattoo and let out a breathy laugh. "You're insane." he said and looked up at you. He was amused and his touch made goosbumps arise on your body. It didn't go unnoticed by him and he smirked.

The boy stood up and towered over you, looking straight into your eyes. You blushed at his close proximity. "I like it, it looks hot on you," he said, loud enough for only you to hear before swimming away.

The rest of the group joined him and started playing with water guns and other toys, however you stood in the same spot a few seconds longer, but Randy snapped you out of your daze.

"You coming?" He asked, and you swam towards him. "Didn't know you have a little crush on Billy boy." he said, and you looked at him, faking confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about." - "Oh c'mon, you were tense as a rock." - "Shut up Randy. Even if I did, he's dating Sidney so I'd have to get over it." You countered and he lifted his hands in defeat. "Chill, I'm just messing with you." He laughed softly before swimming along with you.

•

After being in the lake nearly all day you decided to take a shower before joining the group. Little did you know, Billy was also in the cabin waiting to get you alone.

Walking into the bathroom, as you were closing the door something stopped it from moving. You opened it to check what was blocking it and saw it was Billy.

You gasped in surprise and looked up at him. "You can use it first, I can wait a few more minutes to shower." You said and Billy walked a bit closer to you. "Mm no, you go ahead. I don't mind waiting here." He said and stepped in with you, locking the door behind him.

"What um... Are you doi-" - Before you could finish your sentence, Billy pushed you against the wall and kissed you. You yelped against his lips but returned the kiss without thinking about it a few seconds later.

Billy pulled back and looked away, biting his lower lip. "Fuck... Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all day... For so long, at this point." He whispered.

You were at a loss of words and in disbelief. He actually wanted to kiss you? Wanted to feel your soft lips against his?

"Billy I... Why? You're with Sidn-" - "Fuck Sidney... God, that tattoo... My name on your skin? I wanted to fuck you right then and there when you showed me." He admitted, running his hand over your hip.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Billy Loomis wants you just as much as you want him. All this time you could've had him.

The feeling of want consumed your body. You didn't care about Sidney. Selfishness took over you and God did the thrill feel good.

You didn't waste anymore time and kissed him again, quickly reaching for his hair and pulling at the strands.

He moaned as quietly as he could and pulled you against him by your hips.

Billy squeezed the flesh and moved his hands up your back, untying your bikini straps followed by the ones over your neck.

The piece of fabric fell on the floor and he grabbed your tits in his large hands, squeezing them softly while pinching and playing with your nipples. The little moans you released made his cock twitch, it begging to be set free.

"Fuck... You're so hot." Billy whispered while snaking one hand down your body and untying your bikini bottoms.

He ran two fingers between your folds and felt the wetness coat them. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted you, moaning as a response.

"You taste so fucking good." He said and you whined at the sight. Billy gestured to the shower with his head and looked into your eyes; "Let's get in there."

You widened your eyes in surprise and bit your bottom lip; "Are you crazy?" - "Maybe, I mean... You wanted to take a shower, right?" He replied, smirking.

•

In the shower, the water ran hot over you. Billy had you against one of the cold walls, your tits pressing against his chest while he finger fucked you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck... Fuck, Billy please." You begged him to move his hand faster, but he was torturing you with his slow movements.

You squeezed his fingers with your cunt and it only made his cock harder against you.

"You feel so good around my fingers baby." He whispered in your ear and your breathing picked up. You were trying to be quiet but fuck he was making you feel so good that you wanted to scream.

You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it just as slow as he was fucking you with his fingers. He cursed under his breath and kissed you impossibly slow. You guys were driving each other crazy, and Billy didn't want to wait any longer to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.

Pulling his fingers out of you, the emptiness made you moan quietly against his shoulder.

Billy moved you towards the see through panel of the shower and pressed you facing forward. Your tits were squished against the glass and you could see the reflection in the mirror above the sink. You looked impossibly hot, and when you felt Billy lift one of your legs to the side, slipping inside your sopping cunt? It was over.

You let out a moan that was too loud for your liking and Billy covered your mouth with one of his hands while the other held your hip to keep you pressed against the glass.

He snapped his hips against your ass and filled you up deliciously with his cock.

You craned your head to the side and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head towards you and kissing him.

You breathed heavily into each other's mouths as Billy pounded into you.

Thanks to him working you up with his fingers you were incredibly sensitive, so when he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit in circles it was over for you.

You moaned against his palm and came around his cock, squirting in the process. Billy looked down between your bodies and the sight of his cock pumping inside of you while you squeezed your walls around him was enough for him to reach his own high.

Billy pulled out and jerked himself, cumming over your ass.

The water slowly washed everything off your body and you turned around to face him.

"This will be our little secret, hm?" Billy whispered and you bit your lower lip, nodding in response before initiating another make out session.

[loopyloo2610]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thanks @fishing4stars for the tag! I have been meaning to do this for a bit.

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How many works do you have on AO3? 16! I didn't realise it was so many

What's your total AO3 word count? 107,152

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes: (Of course my top 3 are my 3 smut fics from my Popping the Cherry Boys series)

Dignity | Jyushimatsu/Reader | Osomatsu-san | 151 Kudos | This was my first 2nd person POV and my first smut fic I wrote and I had a blast! It is about Jyushi losing his viriginity to his more experienced girlfriend. It is as ridiculous and sweet as he is.

Gentle Caress | Ichimatsu/Reader | Osomatsu-san | 151 Kudos | This is the most recent fic I wrote for the series four years age!!! I still need to write for the other three brothers. This one ended up more sweet than the other two and completely lost all it's humour, but it worked so well for him.

The Proposal | Choromatsu/Reader | Osomatsu-san | 87 Kuos | Whereas my other two stories in this series went straight to the smut, Choromatsu had to make a presentation as to why he was ready for sex first. Honestly, it still makes me cackle, and although he's always been one of the brothers I'm least fussed about, I think this one bacame my favourite from this series.

Well, This is Awkward | Neville Longbottom/OC | Harry Potter | 24 Kudos | Well, this is awkward that my Harry Potter fic made it to the list, though I did complete it in 2013, and this was my first ever completed story.

Talking to the Moon | Michelangelo/OC | TNMT 2012 | 23 Kudos | If you told me as a teenager that I would be writing a fic for an anthro character I would have responded "I know I'm lame, but I'm not that lame" then I watched TMNT 2012 and was like "My boys deserve love". This fic was so much fun to write and was the first time I dabbled in mixed POVs.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I often get too excited not to!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Including unposted? All my fics tend to have a pretty optimistic ending. But I have one dramatic fic in my WIP pile! It's called The Process of Falling In and Out of Love with Severus Snape (Harry Potter). It does what it says on the tin, my OC falls in love with Snape, realises his flaws and they drift apart when she confronts him about it. I'm scared to post this one when it's done, as I can imagine people being unsatisfied with the ending, but I think it fits.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? They're all pretty happy, but Talking to the Moon (TMNT 2012) goes from angst to happy the most suddenly. As in, moping around the lair depressed to declaring love in one scene.

Do you write crossovers? Not really. Not from complately separate fandoms, but I will merge different universes of the same fandom (Apples in Winter (The Hobbit) collects lore from all the versions of the Hobbit).

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I was posting The Process of Falling In and Out of Love with Severus Snape when JK went ham with her tranphobic tweets. I made a disclaimer distancing myself from her and recieved a load of reviews saying that "at least she knows how to write". I'm pretty confident that those were left without them actually reading my fic, but I did take it down in the end, as I felt I couldn't do my part in keeping the fandom relevent while denouncing her at the same time. Just know when she is dead I'm going to post many HP fics!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do, so far they have only been one-shots, though I am debating including it in Apple in Winter.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but if people ask, I will probably say yes.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Does writing a Shaman King story in year 6 with my best friend count? Our teacher used to let us use the class computer during free time to write. But since learning what a fic is, I haven't.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Gun to head? Garak/Bashir (DS9). But honestly, if I'm not feeling OCs I go to the Haikyuu!! tag, that fandom ships everyone and I love going "Those two? Really!? Let's give it a go!"

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? When I was a teeneager I was writing a Spyke/OC fic (X-men: Evolution), but I wanted to see how well I could blend my OC into the storyline, but I never got around to rewatching it 😂

What are your writing strengths? I think I write strong emotions well, I have so much fun playing with readers feelings.

What are your writing weaknesses? Putting words down does that count? Otherwise, I struggle writing the calmer parts of my fics, the bits that are there to add depth to the characters. That and giving the characters their own voices.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I love it, and it took me a while to figure out how to do it in a way that I like. I believe that if it's important, it should be inferred in the surrounding text or directly translated in the author notes, but I also like when the fic is from a certain person's pov, and if they don't understand it, it doesn't get translated.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? How long have you got? Chronicles of Narnia is one of my top ones, I have tried to write so many fics for it, but never finished any of them. I also think Pirates of the Carribbean would be fun to write for. I also want to write for Doctor Who and Star Trek, but I find sci-fi intimidating to write about.

What's your favorite fic you've written? I think Apples in Winter (although still incomplete) is my favourite, it is a culmination of everything I have learnt while writing over the years.

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Tagging @mikathemonster @lucigoo and anyone else who like these

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

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Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[preciouspeterbparker]

i wish i were

inspired by conan gray’s “heather”

warnings: stepsibling incest (not yet but that’s the whole premise), underage masturbation, underage sex, angst. peter’s like 16 and a half, Tony’s almost 18

word count: 2.2k

summary: peter’s in love with his big brother. no biggie. (spoiler alert: it’s a big deal)

(A/N: okay this has been living in my head rent free for over a month. i've written more, but it's not fully fleshed out yet. 

i figured i would post this and see if anyone is interested in reading it before i put a bunch more effort in lmao. this is filth. most of the angst comes later lololol (and more filth).

i hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think / if you'd like to read more!

- bloo)

PART ONE

Peter stands at his locker, desperately trying to blend in and remain unseen as he switches out his English textbook for Physics. The school year is basically over, given that it’s the last week of May but he’s still not comfortable in the junior-senior hallway. He’s always been the youngest (and therefore smallest) kid in most of his classes, given that he’s been in the ‘gifted & talented’ track since middle school. (He’s on track to graduate next year, taking his last few mandatory classes and completing an internship for additional credit.) This year, Peter feels even smaller than usual; maybe because most of the seniors are already eighteen, while as a sophomore, he isn’t even seventeen. He doesn’t have many friends this year, because of it. Ned moved away last summer because his dad got a new job, and, well, he’d never really needed more than Ned before. 

“Hey Pete-squeak,” comes a voice from behind, making him jump. Rolling his eyes, Peter pivots slightly to face the newcomer. The infestation of butterflies that he's been harboring for the past few months begins to flutter immediately, tickling the walls of his stomach as his cheeks flush lightly.

The voice belongs to a tall (or, well, taller than Peter, anyway), ridiculously handsome boy with dark hair and dark eyes, walking towards Peter with his hands in his pockets. The cheeky smirk on his face is all but permanent, but the small, genuine smile it slips into is something that Peter holds close to his chest, something that is typically reserved for him.  

Tony, his older brother, is pretty much Peter's favorite person in the world. Technically, he’s Peter’s step brother. Maria, his mom, and Peter’s dad Richard got married when Peter was a year old and Tony was almost three. They’d essentially spent their whole lives together; neither of them could really remember anything before. They’ve always been close, but that’s changed a little bit this year.

“Hey Tony,” Peter chirps, reaching back into his locker to grab his physics binder. He tries to act natural, even though he feels anything but. His heart’s going a mile a minute inside his rib cage. He feels a little ridiculous, he has for the past few months. Swallowing, he manages to sound relatively calm. “You read the last 2 chapters of Beowulf, right? Mrs. Herrera gave us a pop quiz last period.” 

The older teen groans. Closing his eyes, he throws his head back, a metallic thunk sounding as it collides with the locker he’s leaning back on. “Fucking hell. The final paper is due in like four fucking days! Is that not enough?” It’s quiet for a moment as Tony pauses before he opens one eye, cutting it to look at Peter. “What were the answers?” 

Peter snorts in response, shutting his locker. “Not happening, T.”  He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time and lets the left side of his body rest against the cool metal. Three minutes til the bell rings, and Mr. Riley’s class is right across the hall. So he’s essentially got three minutes to indulge himself and the fuzzy warmth that’s running through his veins. He loves any time he gets to spend with Tony. “You’re lucky I told you at all, be grateful.” 

Tony wrinkles his nose at him. “Rude,” he scoffs in mock offense. “I know you can remember them,” comes his teasing accusation. (And he’s right. Peter can recall the entirety of the quiz, but he’s still not going to enable Tony.) Then he pauses and raises an eyebrow at his younger brother. “Is that my sweatshirt?” The garment in question is a worn and slightly faded black Led Zeppelin USA 1977 crewneck sweatshirt. Peter’s wearing it over a charcoal and white check button-up. The sweatshirt is one of Tony’s favorite pieces of clothing, he wears it all the time (hence why Peter...borrowed it...without asking).

Having mentally prepared himself to be questioned at some point, Peter’s reply is already on the tip of his tongue. “Yeah, it ended up in my laundry and once I put it on it was too cozy to take off. And it looks good with these jeans and the button-up. And my boots. Trying out a new look,” he finishes, smiling as he pushes his glasses further up his nose. Tony often teased him about the thick, clear-but-slightly-pink frames, but Peter hadn’t wanted glasses at all (he doesn’t need any more reasons to be teased, thank you), but he likes these. They make him look cute, more feminine. More like someone Tony could want. 

“You’re right,” Tony smiles. One of his hands comes up to playfully ruffle at Peter’s russet hair. “Looks great on you, kid.” There’s warm affection in his voice. 

Peter feels his cheeks go hot again, and he wills the flush to go away. He can’t take compliments from Tony, now- they make him ache and preen simultaneously. He knows that Tony doesn’t mean it the way he wants. Peter knows that Tony would never speak to him again if he knew what was really going on inside his little brother’s head. The thought makes him sick to his stomach. 

Speaking of stomachs. “Hey,” he starts as he fingers through the papers in his physics binder, attempting to find the problem set that’s due today. “Did you ever catch up on Hell’s Kitchen? I’ve been rewatching episodes trying to wait for you, but you’re taking too long. You saw the episode where Gordon-” Peter’s heart falls to his stomach and he abruptly stops speaking when he looks up to notice that Tony isn’t looking at him anymore, barely seems to be listening. 

It falls completely out of his ass when he sees just what, just who, has stolen his attention. 

“Sorry, Pete, gotta go,” Tony mutters once he realizes that Peter’s stopped talking, shooting him a hasty smile and shoving off the navy metal. He skirts past Peter, a slight skip in his step as he makes his way down the hallway. 

Peter's swallows and clenches his jaw as he watches his brother walk straight to her, the bane of his existence. The reason he and Tony don’t spend as much time together anymore. The object of Tony’s affections. Pepper. She's...everything Peter wishes he could be, honestly. Tall, somehow a perfect mix of skinny & curvy, bright blue eyes, long strawberry-blonde hair. She's perfect. And not only in looks; she's also ridiculously smart. If Tony wasn’t valedictorian, she surely would be. She even volunteers at the local soup kitchen every weekend, and Peter’s pretty sure she reads to dogs at the animal shelter once a month. He hates that Pepper is so nice; he hates that he can't hate her without hating himself for it. 

As if he didn't have enough self-loathing already.

***

Peter exits the bathroom that connects his bedroom with Tony’s after gently flicking the lock on his brother’s door to disengage it, the soft ‘snick’ ridiculously loud in the quiet of the house. He’s the only one home; Mom and Dad are at some sort of event for Dad’s law firm, and Tony went to a party at Rhodey’s house. (Tony had insisted that Peter was invited, but he had to know that the younger would never go- why would he want to be surrounded by drunk, horny, belligerent teenagers? The last thing he wanted to see was Tony and- )

There’s a dark gray towel loosely wrapped around his waist, so loose he has to clutch it in his hand to keep it from falling. He closes his own bathroom door behind him and drops the towel, digging through his underwear drawer to pull out a random pair of plaid boxers. 

After sliding them on, the brunette takes a deep breath and lays back against the pillows, arms behind his head. He tries to consciously relax his muscles, the tension of the day not having melted away during his shower like he had hoped. Time for Plan B. It’s never let him down before. Peter reaches for his phone and unlocks it before swiping through his apps to open Spotify. The sound of “Dazed and Confused” fills the air through his speakers, and he sets it to repeat on a loop. It’s a little fucked up, the way he’s conditioned himself to respond to this song, but- Peter knows the whole thing is fucked up; he’s fucked up. 

Closing his eyes, he does the only thing he’s been capable of for months: he thinks of his older brother. 

He’s growing fond of the new facial hair Tony’s trying out; he wonders how it would feel against his skin. Which areas would be the most sensitive to its touch? His thighs? His neck? Peter’s head tilts back and to the side as he imagines wet, warm lips and the scratch of stubble. Just the thought, the phantom sensation, makes a soft mewl leave his mouth. It’s a little ridiculous how easy he can get himself going, when he thinks of Tony’s touch, of his body. Of his love. In his boxers, his cock shifts against his thigh as it begins to fill out. 

The sensual, plucky bassline and wailing guitars of the song drag along, and so does Peter’s breathing as he brings a hand up to pinch at one of his nipples. He imagines the way Tony would tease him until he was whining, begging for release. He supposes it wouldn’t be dissimilar to his older brother’s typical manner of playfully taunting him. Maybe Tony would pin him down like he did when they were younger, climb on top of him and hold him there with the muscles he’s gained from boxing in the garage. The opportunities he’s had to see the older teen breathing heavy, shirtless and glistening with sweat, would be forever ingrained in his mind. The mental image sends more blood rushing south and his dick throbs as it quickly reaches full hardness, drawing a gasp from his mouth. 

Peter takes himself in hand, studying the details of his cock. He knows he’s not huge, but he’s at least on the larger side of average. It’s flushed a deep, mauve-y pink, and he traces the line of a vein on the side with the tip of his pinkie. A shiver shoots down his spine. He wonders how similar it is to Tony’s. Is he circumcised like Peter is? Is he bigger? Longer, thicker even? Sure, he’s seen him naked before, when they were younger changing or in the bath, but that stopped around the time Tony was seven or eight. 

(Tony and Peter had come home from school one day, and Peter’s head had been reeling over what he heard some older girls saying on the bus. He’d decided to ask Tony about it. His big brother knew everything. ...Mom & Dad caught them kissing in their bedroom. That was the end of bathing together, and Tony got his own room, too. Peter never forgot about the way his big brother’s lips felt against his own.) 

A bead of precum oozes out of his tip and Peter rubs his thumb over it, smearing the liquid over his cockhead. Robert Plant’s voice moans over the speaker and Peter echoes the sound as he slowly strokes himself with a loose grip, his hole tightening around nothing. Biting his lip, he hesitates before slipping his left pointer finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it sloppily. Once it’s wet, he reaches down and gently presses the pad of his finger against the tightly furled muscle between his cheeks. His breath hitches as the sensation; he’s only touched himself down here a couple of times before. 

The tip of his finger begins to breach his opening and a whine leaves Peter’s mouth. It stings a bit so he tries to relax, muscles fluttering, making a mental note to grab some lube next time he goes to the drugstore. He wants to be able to stretch himself out more, to imagine Tony’s fingers, Tony’s cock, splitting him open and stuffing him full. Fuck-

Tightening his grip on the base of his cock, Peter grits his teeth and grunts softly as he pulls his finger from his ass. He can’t cum yet- he’s not done. He reaches under his pillow, pulling out the balled-up t-shirt that’s taken up residence there. The black fabric has faded in some spots, and the Black Sabbath logo is cracked and worn; it’s one of Tony’s favorite shirts. Peter brings the soft cloth up to his nose, fumbling with it to find the area with the strongest smell. There are hints of Tony’s Old Spice deodorant mixed with a scent that’s distinctly Tony, a warm, masculine musk that has saliva pooling in Peter’s mouth. Delirious, fucking his hand to the beat, he wishes he had dug a little further in the hamper, pulled out a pair of Tony’s briefs. 

That’s the thought that does him in. Peter cums into his fist, gasping his brother’s name, the sound getting muddled in the maelstrom of guitar and drums. Thick ropes of jizz splatter on his stomach and chest, entire abdomen heaving with his breaths. 

He wipes the mess up with Tony’s t-shirt before tucking the fabric back under his pillow for safe keeping.

to be continued???

[starrynite7114]

Beard: (Daddy Angel)

A/N: Hello! Here is one of the two I promise to post today! Hope you all enjoy this during this lovely Saturday afternoon/evening! The next post might be another Daddy Angel request or friends to lovers Angel story and the second part of two weeks notice. I’m trying my best to take advantage of my time off from school. Hope you all enjoy this!

Requests are still open! I’ll be taking three more requests, then I will close it. 

Could you do 17 with daddy angel please? I can just imagine Angel swearing up a storm 😂😂 - Anon & @ifoundmyhappythought​

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You let out a yawn as you held your ten month old son. He was up early so that meant you were as well. Though, it wasn’t so bad since quarantine was in place and all you could really do was stay home. Well, that was until you had to work at the hospital. You’ve been working seven days straight and was thankful you were off for the next four days. During your stretch, you stayed with your co-worker, not wanting to bring the disease home to your son and husband. 

You arrived home after a shower at your friend’s place at around seven in the morning. You found your husband and son sleeping soundly on the bed, but as you got ready to join them. Your son, Sergio woke up. He sat up and looked at you, a smile appearing on his face. He opened and closed his hands as he reached for you. Picking him up, you kissed his cheeks and made your way to the kitchen to cook breakfast for yourself, Angel and Sergio.

As you held him on your hips, you cooked the chorizo, the smell waking up Angel. He sighed in relief knowing his wife of four years was finally home. This quarantine has been difficult. Not for them, you and Angel enjoyed being in one another’s company and this gave you three uninterrupted time without the MC and rebels calling for his attention.

Angel met you during a visit to the Stockton charter. You were their resident medic and he happened to have gotten roughed up. He flirted with you the whole time and you thought it was more of a distraction, but during his week stay in Stockton, they kept calling you for every little scratch Angel had. It was adorable, but you saw right through him.

Then you had to break the news.

“I don’t date bikers.”

That didn’t deter Angel though. For a year, he pursued you and you honestly thought he would eventually get tired, but he didn’t.

Six years later, here you two were now. Married with a kid and with more planned.

Angel entered the kitchen and found Sergio in his high chair, happily munching on cereal. He wrapped his strong arms around you, his beard tickling the skin on your face. His beard was out of control. You understood it was quarantine, but this was ridiculous.

“Mi amor, I’m so glad you’re home.” He kissed your cheek. His beard brushing against your skin. 

“Me too papi, but I’m not sure how I’m feeling about this beard.” A week ago, it was bearable. The sides were still cleanly shaven, but the center was slightly growing. It wasn’t out of control, but this was crazy.

“You don’t like it?” Angel pouted, bending down to kiss your lips since you turned around.

“Babe, I,” you paused. “I don’t mind it cause you’re handsome regardless, but I love your clean shaven beard. It looks like you were in the jungle for years and didn't have anything to groom yourself.”

“Bet you’ll like it later when it’s wet with that pussy juice.” Angel’s words made your thigh clench together. Every time you got off a long stretch and were away from Angel, you two fucked like crazy. But with quarantine, you had to wait till Sergio was asleep to be able to do it. Though, you really couldn’t wait to have his mouth on you.

“Angel,” you playfully smacked him.

He chuckled and kissed you again. “You know it’s true, once Sergio goes down for a nap, I’m gonna pound that pussy.” He nibbled on your ear after he whispered such filth in your ear.

“Babe,” you whimpered. You loved it when Angel spoke dirty to you. Your husband just had a way with words. “I need to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep after I give you some dick therapy.”

You laughed pushing him away. Your husband’s sex drive was going to be the death of you.

“No sex till you shave.”

“What?!” Angel almost dropped his plate of food. “Babe, that’s cruel. I’m sure you would enjoy the feel.”

“No, no sex till you shave.”

Angel chuckled. “I bet you’ll be begging for my dick before I shave this beard.”

“Oh, we both know I can hold out.”

“I’m sure you can, but you’re stressed from work, lonely at nights, you know you want papi.” He smugly told you. 

“You’re alone here with our kid, lonely at nights, I’m sure you want me.” You ran your hand on his chest, moving it down till it slipped inside his shorts, palming at his dick. Angel hissed, your hand softly grabbing his semi-hard dick. “But you know, you don’t want to play.” You removed your hand, kissing Angel once more.

Angel chuckled, shaking his head. “Bet.”

And this began you and Angel’s ‘Tease wars’.

You were off for five days and Angel was determined to make you beg for his dick. He wasn’t going to give in like the other times. 

Day one was easy, you slept the day away and got up around the late afternoon to eat and then went back to bed with your boys.

Day two was a bit harder since Angel made it a point to walk around shirtless, sweat dripping since he was working on his bike. You almost gave in, you almost jumped him.  But you had to remain strong, you’ve never lost against Angel and you weren’t going to start now.

But it was really hard when Angel decided that you two were going to take a bath and he was going to edge you the whole fucking night.

You moaned, Angel’s fingers going in and out quickly, your walls tightening around him so he would slow down or stop moving at all.

“Daddy, please.” You whimpered, resting the back of your head on Angel’s shoulder as you tried to move your hips to get yourself off. 

“You like talking to much shit, but you know you want daddy’s cock.” He increased his speed again, halting when he felt you clenching his fingers. He removed his fingers making you whimper. He rubbed your clit and just like with his fingers, he stopped before you could reach your climax.

“Daddy, I can’t please.”

“I can keep my beard?”

You shook your head. “Fuck no.” You turned to him, sitting on the other end of the tub, sitting atop, spreading your legs. “I never said we can’t finish the others' work. Technically the only rule is, no vaginal intercourse with your dick.”

“Don’t you fucking touch my pussy baby girl.” Angel warned you.

You smirked devilishly. You slipped two fingers inside of you, moaning out Angel’s name as you did. Angel swallowed hard as he watched your glistening pussy take in your fingers. Fuck, you were playing dirty.

“Daddy, I wish it was your fingers that were getting me off. Fuck, it feels so good.” You kept your eyes opened as best you could, holding eye contact with Angel who was now stroking his cock. “Don’t you wish you were inside me?”

And he did, but this was a matter of principle at this point.

“Fuck yeah baby, you know I do.”

“Then put it inside me daddy.” You removed your fingers, spreading your folds.

Angel groaned. His resolve was fading.

“Fuck.” Angel shook his head. “No, I’m going to win this baby, you’re not going to get me this time.”

Angel got out of the bath and switched to the shower.

You were the fucking devil, he was convinced.

Day three, Angel was playing dirty. He had his SnapBack on backwards, white tank top on with his basketball shorts. Currently you were all sitting in the backyard, Angel grilling some steaks while you were with Sergio.

You were holding Sergio who was in his grabbing phase. He had his hand wrapped around your hair and pulling, giggling.

“Baby, that’s hurting mommy.” You leaned your hair towards Sergio so he wasn’t able to pull as hard.

“You in trouble baby?” Angel walked over and pried Sergio’s hand off of your hair. He picked him up and kissed his son’s cheek. “You can’t pull mama’s hair, it hurts her.”

Sergio turned to his father and tilted his head. He grabbed your husband’s beard, pulling it, making Angel nod his head down. 

“Ouch, fuck.” Angel frowned. When he tried to move his head away, Sergio’s grip tightened and pulled his father’s beard once again. “You did this.” He glared at you. “You ain’t going to win baby.” Sergio pulled his beard again to get his father’s attention. “Sergio, that hurts man.” Angel pouted at you, rubbing his chin and prying Sergio’s hand off of his beard momentarily. “You just gonna sit there and look cute?”

“What? Angel, he’s been grabbing things for a month and half. Your hair is long enough to grab now, so,” you shrugged. You really didn’t conspire against him, but a victory was a victory. “Don’t be such a baby. It’s not that bad. I’m sure you’ve experienced worst.”

“You try getting your hair pulled.”

“I have you dramatic princess, remember, he loves pulling my hair to wake me up.”

Angel shook his head. “Not the same, baby, i have shorter hair so the shock is much quicker.”

“Angel, you’re an idiot. Stop being such a baby, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” You grinned. “If it’s bothering you, shave your beard.”

“You think hair pulling is gonna make you win baby?” Angel hovered over you, Sergio still in his arms. “You know I like it when you pull my hair.” He kissed you, pulling away biting his lips.

You looked up at him dazed and shook your head.

The devil he was.

But Angel didn’t even last a day.

Sergio’s favorite thing to do became pulling Angel’s beard. 

During lunch, Sergio kept pulling Angel’s beard. 

The reaction went from:

“Fuck.”

To

“That fucking hurt Sergio.”

To

“Sergio, holy fucking shit, stop pulling papi’s beard.”

The last straw was when they were taking a nap and Sergio pulled his beard to wake up Angel. 

“Fuck!” You heard him yelp. “Sergio, that hurt papas.”

You walked in the room and found Angel sitting up while Sergio was beside him, playing with one of the toys Angel grabbed to keep him occupied.

“Baby you okay?” You walked over to Angel, who was rubbing his chin. “He pulled too hard?”

“You fucking win, but you ain’t gonna be able to walk for at least three days.” He pulled you against him and kissed you.

You smiled at his words and caressed his beard on the outline of his jaw line. You dropped a kiss on his lips, rubbing your noses against his.

“The beard is kind of growing on me.” You teased him.

Angel chuckled. “After the grief you gave me, getting our son to do your dirty work, the beard is being shaved baby.”

Angel just shortened the sides and left the middle slightly long. But you didn’t care, it was hard when he kept you cumming all night long.

“Fuck,” you groaned out, your head thrashing against your pillow. “Daddy, that feels so fucking good.” Angel already came in you and now, he was eating you out. Your legs were shaking, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm as Angel was bringing you to the brink once more.

Angel slipped his fingers inside, three to be exact as he sucked your clit. The sensations were too much and you tried to move away, but Angel held your hips down. 

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You whimpered.

“And that’s what daddy wants baby girl, you’re clenching around me again.” Angel quicker his pace, suck your clit inside his dirty mouth and you saw stars. You came in waves, your back arched and hands grabbing the sheets.

Angel watched your orgasm coarse through you, his shortened beard wet with your juices, he pulled his fingers out of you, making his way over you to kiss you. You felt his beard rubbed against your skin as he kissed you, wet with your juices.

“Don’t you taste amazing?” He peppered kisses all over your neck.

“Mmhmm,” you were fucking spent, but you knew Angel wasn’t done with you.

“Don’t you love my beard now?” 

His question made you laugh. “I love everything about you.”

[avengerscompound]

The Surrogate - Chapter 11

The Surrogate:  A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1868

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Pregnancy, sex talk

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people.  When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want.  Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 11

Living with Clint and Natasha was the best worst thing you’d ever done.  You loved being around them.  They were fun and hilarious and they doted on you.  While your morning sickness was kicking your ass, there was always one of them there with a cool compress, rubbing your back.  They kept saltines and ginger ale on hand.  They made sure you took your anti-nausea medication and your pregnancy vitamins.  They were even pulling in favors from friends.  Wanda had made up several batches of different soups she used to cook with her mother that you could eat with an upset stomach, and Pepper dropped off a few things that had helped with her when she was pregnant with Morgan.

As your morning sickness eased up at the end of the first trimester, you were hit by a sudden wave of energy.  They moved on to doing midnight runs to get that very weirdly specific thing you were craving and offering you foot and back rubs every time you even remotely complained.

That would all be fine - more than fine.  It was amazing and they were amazing.  Only you couldn’t pretend that you weren’t feeling the way you were feeling about them anymore.  You’d fallen head over heels for the both of them.  Not to mention that your hormones being all out of whack meant you could go from being horny as hell to in tears in sixty seconds flat. Any time you thought about how you felt about them you were just as likely to want to jump them as to hide and cry about how terrible a person you were for not being able to get those feelings in check.

“Alright,” Clint said, coming in with a stack of different boxes and containers and putting them on the counter.  “We have pizza, we have lo mein, we have fried chicken and biscuits, we have chocolate eclairs. Did I forget anything?”

“Whatchamacallit,” you said, sitting forward in the chair.

Clint fished around in the pocket of his coat and pulled out the candy bar.  “One ‘Whatchamacallit’,” he said, miming slamming it down on the table.

“Thank you, Clint.  You’re the best,” you said and grabbed the container of noodles and the chopsticks.

“You know it,” he said, getting a slice of the pizza.

Natasha came into the room with drinks and took a seat next to you.  “Your cravings have been off the charts lately.”

“Yeah, I read they don’t really know why they happen, but I just need all the sugar and salt,” you said.

 “I read it had to do with lacking dopamine,” Natasha said.

“I feel that,” Clint said, raising his hand to you.  “High five!”

You laughed and looked at his hand.  “I’m not high fiving your depression, Clint.”

“Damn it,” Clint said, putting his hand back down.  “That’s not gonna help it.”

“You feeling okay though?”  Natasha asked.  “Feeling down or … you know?”

“Honestly, yeah, I feel good,” you admitted.  “I got a huge burst of energy when I stopped getting morning sickness.  It’s like I’m running at 110%.  I really like living with you guys.  The only thing…”  You trailed off and shook your head.

“What is it?”  Clint asked.  “You need a softer mattress?  More pillows?”

You shook your head.  “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Clint looked at you confused.  Like he couldn’t imagine a possible reason why you’d keep a secret from him.  It made sense. You didn’t normally keep things from him.  There were days when you told him pregnancy stuff in such detail that he asked you to stop sharing.

“You know you can tell us anything, right?”  Natasha said. “We’ll do whatever we can for you.”

“That’s the problem,” you mumbled, shoving a huge mouthful of noodles into your mouth.

“What?  Is it that we’re smothering you?”  Natasha asked, putting her hand on your leg. “You can tell us.  I know I’ve been a little overbearing, but I’m still expecting the other shoe to drop.”

“It’s not that.  You’ve been fine, I know what your head has been like.  It’s nothing… no...I guess it is… you know what...never mind…” you babbled.  You got up grabbing the box of noodles.  “I’m going to go eat on the roof.”

As you hurried out of the room you noticed Natasha and Clint give each other a look just before you closed the door.  You went straight up to the roof of the building.  The building that the Avengers lived in was set below most of the others, so the view of the compound was obscured by the large white office building. It was set right on the water, and if you sat looking out at the Huson it was just the river and forest for miles and it was almost like it was just a normal apartment block with amazing views.

You perched on the edge of the building, one hand cradling your small belly while you ate the noodles.  You’d only been up there for fifteen minutes when Clint appeared behind you.

“You forgot your ‘Whatchamacallit’,” he said, sitting beside you and putting the candy bar on the ledge between the two of you.

“Thanks, Clint,” you said.  “Sorry, I’m being weird. Nat’s not too worried is she?”

“She’s a little worried.  But she also gets you might be a little hormonal right now,” Clint said.

“Clint!”  You squawked.

He laughed and nudged you gently.  “It’s nice up here, huh?”  You nodded and he rubbed your back.  “I always feel like I see everything better when I’m up here.  You know what I mean?”  He said.  You nodded again and he lowered his hand, resting on it on the edge of the building as he swung his legs over the edge.  “The thing is sex, right?  You’re super horny?  I read that some women get like that when they’re pregnant.”

You whined and nodded.  “Yes.  It’s like half of what I think of.  Then food.  Then just everything else.”

“And we’ve had plenty of sex, so you know we’d help you out.  So I’m guessing you didn’t tell us, because you’ve caught feelings and you think the sex will just make them stronger?”  He asked.

It was annoying how much Clint picked up on.  He acted like an idiot, but he never missed a single thing.  You nodded and picked up the candy, tearing it open and biting into it, hoping that the chocolate-coated peanut wafers would distract you from the other things you were feeling.

“Are you in love with Nat?”  Clint asked.  “Cause… I get it.  And… I can share.”

You squeezed your eyes closed and shook your head.  “It’s both of you.”

Clint started laughing.  “Then what’s the problem?”

“Clint,” you said, hoping that the pain wasn’t as evident in your voice as you felt.  “I don’t just want something casual.  I’m falling in love with you both, and I’m doing this -” you gestured to your stomach “-so you guys can be parents.  It’s all complicated and you’re not going to have time to start a new thing.  And my hormones are all messed up.   The timing is off and … and…”

Clint took your hand and gently squeezed it.  “Babe,” he said, gently.  “Nat and I have been referring to you as our girlfriend since before you offered to have our baby.”

You looked up at him with your brow furrowed.  “You have?”

“Yeah, we have.  For a while we thought you felt the same way, but then you started dating and you’d stop sleeping with us,” he explained.  “We just… didn’t think you could do the polyamory thing.  You’d only ever sleep with us when you weren’t dating anyone else and when you did sleep with us it was always just when you were super desperate and you kept it very casual.  So we called you our girlfriend to each other, but like… you were our casual girlfriend.  And we knew one day we’d have to lose you.  But if you’re saying you want us?  We already consider you ours.”

“What about the baby?”  You asked.

Clint let out a breath and tapped his fingers on the back of your hand.  “I guess there’s a lot to talk about and work out there.  ‘Cause if you really want in - properly in and not just the casual side thing that you kinda already have been doing the whole time - then you’re gonna be a mommy too, not just the best aunt a kid could possibly have.”  He paused and ruffled his hand through his hair. “But the way I figure, if you do want that, it’s kinda perfect, isn’t it?  I mean, there’s three of us.  It’s got mine and Nat’s genes and you’re the one carrying it.  We’re all connected to the little peanut.”

Your heart has started hammering.  It felt like you were sitting on the precipice of something good.  But you worried that it was just an illusion and if you plunged in it would be the end of everything.

“What if it doesn’t work out?”  You asked.

Clint laughed softly.  “Oh, babe,” he said gently.  “Literally every day, multiple times a day I ask myself that.  I wake up in the morning and think, ‘what if today’s the day Nat realizes what a piece of shit I am, and I lose her’.  And I get to work and think, ‘what If today Steve realizes that an archer is a ridiculous thing to have in his superhero team’.  Nat will look at me a certain way, or get frustrated with me and I will be sure that’s it.  I ruined it.  I keep going because so far no one has worked it out I’m a fraud.  And she makes me happy.  And you make me happy too.  So if you want to try and fake it with me.  I’d really like that.”

Your heart broke for him and you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.  You didn’t know if it was just that you were hormonal and a little over-emotional, but you started crying freely, your tears wetting Clint’s shirt.  He wrapped his arms about you and held you steady as you cried against him.

As you started to get control of yourself Clint rubbed your back slowly.  “Is that a ‘yes’?”  He whispered.

You nodded and he tilted your chin up to look at him.  His blue eyes looked down at you in that same soft and loving way he looked at Natasha.  Like she hung the stars in the sky just for him.  You leaned up, your lips barely parted and he bridged the difference, kissing you deeply but tenderly.

He pulled back slowly and you chased his lips, reluctant to let the kiss end because as soon as it did, everything would be different, and different didn’t always mean better.  “You wanna come downstairs and talk to Nat?  Maybe eat the rest of that food I brought you?”

You nodded.  “Yeah.  Okay.”

He got up and offered you his hand.  You stood, taking it and he led you back downstairs to the apartment he shared with Natasha.

// NEXT

[tangtownie]

Questioning Authority - Reader Insert x Bucky Barnes

Author’s Note: So, I saw someone commenting on TFATWS TV-series and while their comment made no sense to me, it ignited something in me. Which then lead to this, so I’m sorry and you’re welcome.

Also, I was kinda tipsy while writing this, so I might regret it in the morning, who knows? As always, the dividers are by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Tried to make some time jumps that seemed natural, so I would love some feedback on whether or not that worked? Or feedback in general, a girl really ain’t picky. Might write a real smutty continuation to this. 

Also, writing for a new hottie this time, so hopefully some of you will like that! 

Warnings: Reader is a BRAT, also a massive flirt, cursing, talk of a foot fetish, so much sexual tension, mention of alcohol and drinking, reader is kind of a bitch to this guy she’s dating, description of drunk reader, descriptions of smut but nothing more than reader’s own fantasies.

Song Inspiration: Shut Up by The Black Eyed Peas

Word count: 2.077

It had stemmed from honest curiosity. It really had. I was genuinely looking for an answer to my question and who better to question than the sources themselves? But the way Bucky’s entire body had tensed: his eyebrows furrowed, jaw clicking loudly as he barred his teeth, biceps and shoulders flexing in tandem with his fists and the slow, barely controlled breaths that escaped him. It was a damn sight. My hand suddenly twitched with want, although it was impossible to tell if I wanted to touch Bucky or myself the most.

Sam had cackled loudly, albeit shortly, as Bucky send his killer glare in Sam’s direction. It was a much better reaction than any answer I could’ve ever wished for. A smug smirk wrapped around my lips as a thrilling rush surged through my body at the thought of all the potential havoc I could wreak. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucky, I really did. But the thought of riling him up, whether it was with anger or something else, always sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t quite explain.

There was something so ridiculously attractive about Bucky when he was pissed. Maybe it was the subconscious, and yet never-ending, flexing, maybe it his scowl. Maybe it was just him. I had been careful, though, I didn’t need him to know exactly why I always seemed to be the one pissing him off. So, I tried my hardest to maintain an indifferent look on my face, as I prompted them for an answer again.

“Well?” I said. “Should I call Sam Captain or not?” A loud grunt escaped Bucky; almost like just hearing those words were hurting him. “I mean after all, Steve did give the shield to Sam, so it only makes sense that Sam would also inherit his title.” I shrugged casually, like my conclusion was the only logical one. Which to be fair… it was.

Bucky’s eyes were cold as steel, a small muscle clenching in his jaw giving away just how much restraint it was taking him to keep quiet. I felt a shiver ripple down my spine at the thought of that look being directed at me. Sam, however, was openly smirking at my suggestion and my resolve finally broke as he leaned over the counter toward me. “Oh, you definitely should.” Sam’s voice was low and teasing. His smirk was mirrored on my lips as I leaned forward towards him as well. “Oh yeah? You like that, Captain?” I put on my most sultry voice, practically purring the title back at Sam.

Bucky scoffed loudly, a fresh wave of annoyance and distaste washing over his face. “Could you at least hold off on that until I’ve left the room?” Bucky’s voice was clipped, and for a second I felt bad for him, but only for a second. “What’s the point, James?” I raised my eyebrow with a condescending glance in his direction. “You could hear us through the walls, anyway.” A triumphant smirk curled around my lips as Sam’s boisterous laughter filled the room.

Bucky stared coldly at me; his jaw clenching like crazy and that vein in his neck pounding like it was about to pop. “Stop calling me that.” He practically hissed at me and I could feel my face flush with heat. Fuck, I loved it when he hissed at me. “It’s your name, isn’t it, James?” I said it casually, slowly pushing myself back up from the counter that I had been leaning on.

Bucky eyes quickly flitted down to my boobs that were practically spilling out of my bra and tank top and another smirk wrapped around my lips. Sam and I shared a look, as Bucky continued ogling my boobs. I wondered if Bucky had noticed my pierced nipples yet. I had always had a feeling that they would drive him crazy once he did. Suddenly, Bucky seemed to realize that he had been staring and he turned and stormed out of the room. Laughing gleefully, I couldn’t help myself as I yelled out after him. “See you later, James.”

---

I was lounging in the common room, my favourite sweatpants on, the ones with ‘juicy’ written across my ass, while I was painting my toenails. It was kind of stating the obvious as anyone with eyes could see that my ass was fucking spectacular, but I loved the attention and the sparkle. I was going on a date with Oliver later, so I had chosen a deep red nail polish for my toes. A classic look for a reason.

I briefly glanced up at the sound of someone entering. Bucky had stopped in the threshold of the room, almost like he had changed his mind after seeing me. While refraining from rolling my eyes, I simply said: “Hello James.” Even without looking at him, I could sense his jaw clenching and a wave of annoyance rolled off of him. “That is not my name.” He bit harshly, before throwing himself on the couch opposite of me.

“Whatever you say, James.” I kept my eyes peeled on my toes, as I worked patiently. He grumbled something underneath his breath before angrily picking up the remote and zapping through the channels. Bucky zapped back and forth for a solid 10 minutes before he groaned loudly and turned the TV off again. “What are you doing anyway?” He asked impatiently. Frankly, I was surprised that he even tried to start a conversation with me, but I wasn’t about to let it show.

“Painting my toenails, James.” I said calmly, briefly interrupted by his deep groan as I kept insisting on calling him by his given name. “Why? You bored? Want me to paint yours next?” A smirk curled around my lips as I imagined Bucky walking around the compound with my Bahama Mama polish on his toenails. He stared at me incredulously at my suggestion. “Why the fuck would I want that?”

I couldn’t help but scoff at his question, finally making eye contact with him. “To draw some attention away from those nasty dinosaur feet of yours, James. I mean have you even heard of a pumice stone?” My lie was as convincing, as my tone was condescending and Bucky glared at me in response. Thankfully, he seemed to buy it. It wasn’t really a lie, but I also didn’t particularly feel like sharing the real reason why I was painting my toenails.

How in the hell would I even go about explaining to him that I was trying to get back on my date’s good side? He would just want to know why, which I was never fucking telling him, and why painting my toenails was the way to do it, although that one really should’ve been obvious. I couldn’t very well tell Bucky that my date was upset with me, because the last time we’d had sex I had accidently called him by Bucky’s name.

A shudder went through me when I thought about how Bucky might react. Would he like it as much as I did? I could imagine him wrapping his hand around my throat and roughly pulling me into his lap, still with that displeased, almost mocking expression on his face and his free hand ghosting over my pussy while he drilled me. How often did I think about him? Did I always picture him when I was with other men? And if I told him everything that I had thought about with him and asked real nice, maybe he would give it to me.

A loud scoff broke my train of thought and, as I became aware that I was not sprawled across Bucky’s lap completely at his mercy, disappointment filled me. “Are you even listening to me?” His sharp voice broke the last fragments of my illusion. Swallowing drily, I simply said: “No.” Bucky’s eyes rolled so far back into his head that they might just get stuck. “God, you’re such a brat!” I swallowed back an excited moan, as he leaned over the coffee table toward me, his voice practically seething. I wanted so badly to just weave my fingers through his hair and yank him to me.

Instead, I sent him my signature smirk. “If by brat you mean bitchy, rambunctious and tantalizing, then yes, James. That is exactly what I am.” I locked eyes with Bucky and noticed his heavy breaths, his cheeks slightly flushed. Before I could do anything I would regret, I tore my eyes away from his, recapped my nail polish and strutted out of there, deliberately swaying my juicy ass for him to look at.

---

The date had been a bust. That’s what you called it when you got dumped for saying someone else’s name during sex, right? I honestly didn’t know and as the alcohol pounded through my system, I wasn’t even all that sure I cared. I still couldn’t believe it had happened again, though. I needed to get a fucking grip. Stumbling out of the elevator, I giggled a little to myself. Maybe heading straight from Oliver’s apartment to the bar wasn’t the greatest idea.

But really what was a girl to do when she was left high and dry? And even after I made my feet all pretty for him! I scoffed indignantly, because really, how dare he? Suddenly, I realized that I was in the kitchen. I slumped heavily against the counter and let out a deep sigh. God, I was tired. And as I realized, when my eyes landed on the faucet, thirsty. My fingers could just reach the faucet, so I turned it on, tugging it toward the cold water. Shuffling toward the sink, I ended up bent over the edge of it, hips pressing into the cabinets as I slumped against the counter, too damn tired to hold myself up any longer.

The second the cold water touched my lips a loud moan escaped me. Had water always tasted this good? I honestly couldn’t remember, but as I lapped greedily from the running faucet I could’ve sworn that I was in the Swiss Alps drinking straight from a river. It was the only explanation as to why this water was so damn refreshing.

My feet were aching, so I kicked off my heels and moaned again. All without lifting my head and stopping my slurping. Just a little more of this heaven sent water and I’d go to sleep. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind me and I jumped. It felt as though I spun around at the speed of light, but as I would come to realize in the morning, I had never moved quite so slow before.

Bucky was standing behind me with an amused smirk curled around his lips and a goofy smile grew on my face as I saw him. Any other night, I would have flirted with him shamelessly, but tonight I was just too damn tired. “Good evening, James.” For some reason, I spoke with an overly posh British accent and Bucky tried his hardest not to laugh at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His eyes twinkled with amusement, as I stumbled a little while straightening up. “Very much so, James. Had to find some way to turn this night around, just never thought that water would be the thing to do it.”

Bucky’s smile diminished and his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He asked guardedly. I sighed deeply before answering him, this time with my own accent. “I got dumped, James, so it’s kind of a shit night.” Again, I stumbled as I bend down to get my heels. Bucky quickly swooped in and grabbed them for me. “I’m sorry about that. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Bucky’s voice was soft and gentle in a way that I’d never heard it before and it made a whole mess of emotions flutter in my chest.

Before I could get swept up in them, I pushed them back down and forced a laugh. “You’re telling me! I even made my feet all pretty for him and the bastard still has the nerve to dump me?” Bucky’s face flushed a bright red, as he realized just what I meant. Before he could respond, I snatched my heels from his hands and strutted out of the kitchen. “Good night, James.” I called out after me and I could’ve sworn that I heard him mutter “Good night, Y/N.”

[rpd-rookie]

hi ! I wanna request an angsty oneshot (with a happy ending,,) of carlos x reader. something where maybe reader suspects carlos is cheating and confronts him and it results in huge agruments or something along the lines of a fight (nothing physical ofc) but it ends up getting resolved in the end?

Author’s note: Before reading, I just want to make thing clear by saying that I have nothing against Valeveira shippers or the ship in itself. If anything, I respect it (as I respect all ships in the RE fandom) and perfectly understand why people ship Carlos and Jill so much (I’m not blind I felt the sexual tension in RE3remake). I have nothing against Jill either. To me Jill Valentine is the Goddess of Resident Evil along with Claire. It is very important for me to say all this because the last I wrote a jealousy-themed one shot that included a RE ship (that was Aeon) I incurred the wrath (and the hate) of a Aeon shipper. So, now that it has been said, enjoy the story.

Green-Eyed Monster - Carlos Oliveira x Reader

           You could feel it eyes upon you. That green-eyed monster staring at you with a mocking smile, slowly poking you towards an overwhelming anger that you know would soon lash out at your boyfriend who couldn’t seem to notice your gritted teeth and clenched jaw as he was talking about the ‘fabulous’ ‘supercop,’ Jill Valentine, for the umpteenth time.         That little monster had been your companion for days, ever since Carlos had renewed contact with his ‘old friend’. And truth to be told, it was not the kind of company that you liked most. It was permanently clenching your stomach with his claws, filling it with a disgusting nausea you didn’t know how to get rid off, and whispering terrible ideas and thoughts in your ear.   But that’s Jealousy right? That sickening fear that someone will take whom you love most away from you. That foul worry that you might not be good enough in the eyes of your loved one. That panic that someone might take your place.       But what if your place had already been taken? What if you had already been replaced?  What if Jill had already stolen Carlos from you? What if … what if all your fears had already happened?

“Is something going on between you and Jill?” You realised what you had just said a couple of seconds after saying them, as if your words had been quicker that your thoughts, as if the little green-eyed monster had taken possession of you and turned you into the mere spectator of the incoming argument. That’s not what you wanted to say. Or was it?   Carlos lost his smile as he seemed to gauge your feelings through his astonished brown eyes, wondering at the same time if he had really heard your silly question. “What did you say?” You did not reply and simply stared at him with cold blankness in your eyes, waiting for him to say something. “Are you asking me if I’m cheating on you?”           He was vexed, almost angry. You could tell it by the way his sudden gravitas was making his voice sound deeper than usual. But he was also hurt, deeply hurt. You only had to listen to the almost-unnoticeable shakiness and slowness of his words.       “Are you?” Two words. One accusation. But enough to make everything blow to smithereens.

“You can’t be serious.” His eyes widened as he put his cutlery on the table, perfectly aware that he would not finish his meal tonight.      Your accusations were enough to digest. “Honestly Carlos, I wish I was joking.” Your composure contrasted sharply with Carlos’ astonishment. He scoffed, refusing to believe you were bluntly accusing him of promiscuity. “Do you really believe I could do that to you? And with Jill?” That name made you slightly shiver and clench your fists on the table. Carlos noticed and he took great offence at your reaction. “Oh come on! We just took a couple of beers together, Y/N!”     “Yeah. Yeah, a couple of beers.” You repeated with a sarcastic smile as you stood up to clear your plate, which was a mere way to end the discussion as soon as possible. “You don’t believe me.” No indeed, you did not believe him. You believed the little monster on your shoulder laughing at you.       “How uncharacteristically perceptive of you.” As much as Carlos loved you wit and sarcasm, he hated when you were acting that way. It had a knack for getting on his nerves in spite of his incredible sweetness and patience. “Jill is a friend. We survived Raccoon City together.”       “That must forge links, I guess.” You declared as you threw your meal in the trash.           “Nothing happened and nothing’s happening.” He harrumphed, raising his tone slowly while he gestured you to stop with your nonsense already.           “But you wished it did.” That was not a question. That was a direct affirmation that was as sharp a knife and that Carlos couldn’t deny. And it stabbed all the trust you and he had placed in your couple.   “It was a long time ago.” He tried to justify himself but you wouldn’t hear what was to you pathetic excuses. “She never wanted me. Everything remained strictly platonic. And then we went on separate ways.” You nodded though you were not convinced, too focused on the little monster whispering ‘lies, lies, lies’ in your ear.         “And now she’s back and everything you can talk about is her. Jill is amazing. That supercop, you should see how she beat the shit of that Nemesis.”

Carlos sighed, getting tired of your jealousy as his legs were fidgeting under the table. He had no reason to blame himself. He was faithful. Always had been. But he sure as hell had also no reason to silently accept your false accusations. “You’re ridiculous.” He mocked. “I’m ridiculous?” You harrumphed with a forced laugh. “You should see yourself and your heart eyes every time you say her name… God, it’s making me sick.” You turned your back on him, unable to look at him in the eyes, and furiously grabbed the sponge to wash the dishes. “Okay, now you’re acting crazy.” Carlos spat and you dropped your plate in the sink, offended by his words. You were not crazy. You knew what you had seen. Your boyfriend’s smile every time he would mention Jill, that spark shining in his eyes every time he would talk about her and her heroism, and more especially him leaving in the evening to have a drink with her, all dolled up and excited, only to come back in the middle of the night, reeking of sweat and alcohol. Sweat, really?   You know they had sex, don’t you? The green-eyed monster murmured.

“Why don’t you just admit that you’re fucking her? So we can properly fight about what’s really going on.” You demanded.           “Because that’s not true!” He half-shouted. “I’m not fucking Jill. How else can I say it so that you can finally understand?” His gestures were wild and frantic and punctuating his words, showing how pissed he was. The Hispanic blood taking over certainly.           “Oh so now I’m stupid? Fantastic.” You humoured and Carlos bumped his fist against the wooden table as he stood up to assert himself.             “What is it that you don’t understand?! Goodness! You’re insufferable.” He growled but you didn’t lose your spunk and chose to stand by your opinions despite how impressive Carlos was when he was angry.       “Then maybe you should go find Jill. I’m sure her presence must be more pleasant than mine.” “You know what? Maybe I will.”

Exhausted by your childishness, Carlos exited the kitchen to go and grab his jacket by the main door of your cosy little apartment, definitely decided to leave the place and put an end to this stupid argument.   “Fine.” You screamed as you followed him. No way you would let him have the last word. “And maybe I will fuck her too so that you’ll finally blame me for something I did.” He pointed a finger at you, looking at you straight in the eye. He didn’t mean that but he was so furious right now he just wanted to hurt you as much as you were hurting him with your lack of trust and your awful accusations.       “Go ahead! Enjoy!” You waved towards the door, welcoming him to pack up and leave though you secretly wanted him to stay.     “Oh I certainly will. Cause I’m sick of sharing my bed with a insecure paranoid like you!” The rebuke hurt. You couldn’t hide it and you resisted the urge to push Carlos out of your apartment. “You know what the insecure paranoid has to say?” You shouted and Carlos slammed the door behind him. “Fuck you!” You yelled, hoping he would here that from the corridor.

You roared, fingers tangled in your hair, furious and more especially pained. But it took you quite an instant to allow your suffering to truly settle as you were still somewhat holding up to the hope that you boyfriend would change his mind and come back to you. It took you the humming of Carlos’ bike in the street slowly fading away as he probably was riding right towards Jill’s arms.

           You cried yourself to sleep that night. Curled up on the sofa with your little green-eyed monster and his new blue friend he introduced as Guilt. And Guilt was as bad as Jealousy, perhaps even more painful. Guilt was the one murmuring all the regrets and remorse he could imagine. Guilt was the one that could tear your heart off your chest and tell you that it was your fault. Guilt was an ugly son of a bitch.

Carlos only came back early in the morning, around 5 or 6 am, with dark circles under his brown eyes, dishevelled hair and an exhausted slow gait. You watched him sit in silence on the couch next to you and take a deep breath. He wanted to say something. He just didn’t know how to say it. You chose not to pressure him and remained still by his side, legs bent against your chest, puffy eyes staring at him. “I was with Jill.”       The confession twisted your stomach in a painful knot and you felt yourself unable to breathe anymore as if your lungs didn’t know how to function anymore. But this time it was not the little green-eyed monster that was causing you this suffering. That was Guilt. “ We talked a lot… about you mostly.” You listened carefully, aware there was nothing you could do, nothing you could say that would make things better now. “She’s the one who convinced me to come back. She helped try seeing things from your point of view. I understand why you got jealous. I guess if I had heard you talking about a guy the same way I was talking about Jill, I would have got jealous as well. But what I don’t get is how you could actually believe I would be able to cheat on you.” The pressure in your body slowly relaxed when you realised that Carlos did not want another argument but merely a calm explanation, something you should have had from the very beginning instead of bawling at each other.   “I don’t know. I guess I was really an insecure paranoid after all.” Carlos briefly chuckled when he spotted your faint smile.           “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I was a jerk and …” You placed a hand on his thigh to cut him short. “No. You were right. And you don’t need to apologize for anything. If anything, I’m the one who should apologize. I was the unreasonable one in this story. I let jealousy get the better of me when I should have listened to you and trusted you. I’m sorry. That won’t happen again.” You promised as you looked him in the eye and Carlos smiled so softly it made your heart melt. How much you had feared not to be able to see that smile again after what happened. “Good. I hate when we fight.” Carlos said as grabbed your hand in his and pressed his forehead against yours.         “I hate when we fight too.” You pressed your lips against his, desiring that healing kiss more than anything right now. And it did heal you. And it made the monsters go away. All was fine now.

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 12

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 12 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

Loki watched the team carefully as they lounged around. Mia was lying on the sofa next to him, with her head on his lap. He was stroking her hair gently while she watched TV, but he was too occupied. He was trying to figure out who would be best to talk to about his… problem.

Thor would be of no use, he didn’t want to go to Tony or Clint, knowing they would likely blab to the rest of the team and take the piss out of him. Vision especially would likely spill the beans.

He didn’t want to ask any of the girls, it would likely get back to Mia that way.

So that left either Bruce or Steve as the best candidate…

When Mia went to bed, Loki managed to get Steve alone in the kitchen. Steve looked at Loki suspiciously as he was hovering around.

‘Alright, Loki?’

‘I… need your advice on something.’ Loki said, slightly irritated he was actually asking a mortal for help.

Steve looked surprised. ‘Uh, sure. What is it?’ Steve sat down with a drink and Loki swiftly sat down opposite him, tapping the table.

‘You do not tell anyone else of this conversation.’ Loki said firmly, glaring over at him.

Steve raised an eyebrow and shrugged. ‘Ok…’

‘I mean it, this does not reach anyone else’s ears.’

‘Alright, alright. What is it?’ Steve thought it must be important if a God was coming to him for advice. He had never seen him looking so… uncertain.

Loki looked away for a moment and then back to Steve. ‘I have an issue, with Mia. Sexually… Whenever she uses her mouth on me, I can barely last ten seconds. I never used to have an issue with blowjobs, but with Mia I can’t seem to control myself.’ Loki blurted out.

Steve smirked, holding back a chuckle. Loki glared at him across the table.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have come to you.’ Loki sneered and stood up abruptly.

‘No, no, Loki. I’m sorry. It’s just, I never thought I would have a God coming to me for advice about sex.’ Steve said apologetically.

Loki sighed angrily and sat down again, arms over his chest.

‘So… You just lose control, find her too sexy to last around her?’ Steve asked.

‘Seems so.’ Loki nodded.

‘Well, what does she say about it? Does it bother her that you can’t last long?’

‘No, she says she rather likes it.’

‘So what’s the problem?’ Steve leaned back in his chair as he waited for Loki to answer.

‘I want to last longer. It’s ridiculous that I can’t!’

‘Well… have you tried thinking about something not sexy?’

‘Tried that.’ Loki huffed.

‘I really don’t see the problem, Loki. If she doesn’t mind it happening and likes it, why worry about it? Maybe she finds it endearing, that you find her so sexy you can’t control yourself. I think it just bothers you that this is something you don’t seem to have impeccable control and self-restraint over.’ Steve shrugged.

Loki’s jaw clenched and he wasn’t happy with that suggestion. But when he actually thought about it, he realised that Steve was right. It was annoying him because it was something he couldn’t control. He ran his hand down his face and groaned.

‘So, what… I should just accept it?’

Steve nodded. ‘I’d say so. It might get easier over time, but just enjoy each other and have fun. Surely if you make sure she gets plenty of pleasure too, it doesn’t really matter. You do make sure she has fun too, right?’

‘Of course I do! How dare you think otherwise.’

‘Ok, ok.’ Steve put his hands up in defence. ‘Well there you go, there’s no problem if you’re both enjoying it. I used to have that problem when I was younger with a girl I dated for a while, couldn’t last long at all during intercourse.’ He shrugged.

‘During intercourse?’ Loki questioned, raising an eyebrow.

‘Yep. I’m sure a blowjob from her would’ve been the same, I just couldn’t control myself.’

Loki swallowed hard. ‘Thanks for your help, Steve.’ He nodded at him, then swiftly left the room.

‘Just talk to her!’ Steve shouted just before he disappeared.

Steve was slightly bewildered at the conversation, unable to believe it had happened, but at the same time he felt a little honoured that Loki chose to go to him for advice.

Loki lay in bed and his mind was racing. He had never even thought about when they were to have intercourse when she was ready. If he came so fast in her mouth, he knew he would have no chance inside her… Especially with how tight she would be.

‘Oh, what am I going to do?’ He ran his hand down his face.

-

A few days later, Loki went back to his room after a small mission with the team. As soon as he walked in, he could sense that she was here…

Smirking to himself, he looked around the room carefully. ‘Where oh where is my little Mia?’ He cooed, starting to wander around.

He managed to zone in pretty quickly to where she was, listening carefully for her breathing. She was hiding underneath his bed. But he decided to tease her, looking elsewhere first.

‘Hmm, is she in the wardrobe?’ Loki hummed as he wandered over to said wardrobe and opened it, pretending to look inside. ‘Nope… she’s not in here. Where else could she be?’

Mia could see his boots as he walked around his room, looking for her. She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.

She looked round over her shoulder when she saw him walking around the bed to the other side, behind her. Before she could turn around, Loki reached under and grabbed her ankle. She screeched and laughed as he carefully dragged her out from underneath the bed.

Loki chuckled when she turned around to look up at him, she was about to try scrambling away but was stunned. She had never seen him in his full armour with the helmet and cape included. But as he towered over her now, she felt intimidated by his presence, remembering he was a God, but mainly, extremely turned on.

Loki noticed her eyes widen as she froze, staring up at him. He smirked and leaned down to scoop her up into his arms, tickling her a little as he then cradled her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

‘You look stunned, sweetling?’ He grinned, his hand slipping to her bottom to support her and the other came up to smooth her hair back from her face so he could see her properly.

‘Just… uhm… never seen you… wearing all this before.’ She said quietly, cheeks bright red as she looked up at his helmet.

‘You’ve seen me in my armour before.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Yeah… but not with… helmet… and… cape… too.’ She nibbled her lower lip slightly nervously.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her and cupped her cheek. ‘Am I making you nervous, sweetling?’

‘Not… not nervous, per say… but just…’ She shrugged, unsure of where she was going with it. Loki chuckled again when she then decided to hide her face in against his neck. He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

‘You know… This helmet would make for good handles for you to hold on to.’ He purred, moving slowly towards the bed.

He heard a small gasp from her, making him grin.

Mia found herself swiftly placed down on his bed, with him looming over her as he removed her jeans and knickers in one. Winking up at her playfully, he moved straight in and draped her legs over his shoulders.

She let out a moan as he started feasting upon her. She did exactly as he had suggested and reached down to grab hold of his horns tightly. It was nice having something so sturdy to hold, and the sight of the God between her thighs like that was the most arousing sight she had ever seen.

After Loki had bestowed multiple orgasms upon her, and Mia had gone down on Loki too, making him cum embarrassingly quick as usual, the two lay together in one another’s arms. Completely naked, aside from Loki’s cape that was wrapped snugly around Mia. The soft velvet felt so good against her bare skin.

‘So uhm… I ordered some dilators…’ Mia said quietly, glancing up to him.

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah. I thought they might be… useful to try. You know… expand myself a bit.’ She said shyly. ‘But I… was wondering if you would help me with them, when they arrive?’

Loki smiled and stoked her back lazily. ‘Of course I will, my little sweetling. We could have a lot of fun with them.’ He wiggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. ‘But I hope you aren’t rushing yourself, you know there is no rush at all.’ He said softly.

‘I know… But I do want to be able to have sex, sooner than later. Do you not want to?’ She asked, concerned.

Loki frowned. ‘Of course I do, darling. Why would you think I don’t?’

‘It’s just… I thought men were… well, often thinking of the main goal at the end. But you don’t…’ Mia said honestly.

‘Oh baby girl.’ Loki sat up more and cupped her face, keeping her eyes on him. ‘Of course having sex with you would be incredible and it is something I very much look forward to. But I am having so much fun with you as we are, and we haven’t even gotten started yet! Look, I will be honest with you… I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact I can’t last ten seconds in your mouth, I know it will be even worse when I do get inside of you.’

Mia was slightly stunned to hear that confession. ‘Really?’

‘Mmhmm. You’re just far too gorgeous, I can’t handle you.’ Loki smirked.

Mia giggled and put her face down against his chest. ‘So… Going slow is for both of us? Not just me?’ She asked as she raised her head to look at him again.

‘It is.’ Loki nodded, tracing his fingers down the side of her face. ‘I need to learn to control myself better around you. And you need to learn to just enjoy the fun, to not put pressure on yourself.’

Mia nodded in agreement. ‘I uhm… I hope you know I truly don’t mind, that you cum so quickly. I really like it actually. I…’ She paused, looking a bit embarrassed.

‘Tell me, sweetling. What is it?’

‘I think I have a weird obsession with cum…’ She blurted out, laughing and hiding her face again.

Loki laughed with her and tickled her sides, making her squeal and reveal her face. He rolled them over so she was underneath him and he cupped her chin. ‘That is a wonderful obsession. What is it about it, hmm? Do you enjoy swallowing it?’ Loki hummed.

Mia nodded. ‘It… it’s kind of… like… well… having something from inside you, inside me excites me… If that doesn’t sound stupid or weird.’

‘Not at all. Rather erotic I’d say.’ He purred and kissed her. ‘And if I keep going at the rate I am, cumming every ten seconds, your stomach will soon be full of me.’ 

Loki started kissing all over her face, making her laugh hysterically. 

-

As Loki lay there later that night, with Mia tucked under his arm and her head on his chest as she slept soundly, he realised that Steve was right. Just talking to her, even if he was a little embarrassed, was the solution.

He realised that it wasn’t just Mia that had to be open and honest. It was him too.

[seyaryminamoto]

I'm so hype about the overwatch deathlock rebels, finally my gurl Ashe gets a more clear background story but I sad at the same time because it seems like many hate ashe for unreasonable causes. They hate Ashe just because she gets in the way of a their ship. These are the same people who said they're not in the overwatch fandom because of ships, but throws rock just because McAshe is hinted to crush/smth. Btw I'm a McGenji shipper but I do like McAshe stuffs too and I see its potential as canon

Oh, mad respect to you, McGenji anon, mad respect. I've been so out of things lately because I'm still REELING from that book, I swear I have never known a feeling quite like this one? xD I was afraid the book might end up validating a lot of toxic ideas people had about Ashe, but instead I feel it completely outruled them and showed that, whether people like it or not, she and McCree had a pretty good relationship (whether you wanna see it as romantic or not) back in the day. The minute these two were face to face in Reunion my shipper senses just went BONKERS, and I already thought that Reunion was all they'd ever give us, canon-wise... but nope, they just went all out with this book and now there's so much more context to so many little things in Reunion too *sobs* I am completely overtaken by these cowboy renegades, my head's cowboy brainrot 24/7 since June 1st xD

But yep, people are really unbearable with their mindless Ashe hate. I keep thinking that, if she were a guy, everyone trashing her would jump at the opportunity to ship her with just every possible male character they could find, not only McCree. I don't even know, honestly, just how difficult can it be to ship what you ship without turning any characters into boogeymen because "they get in the way of the ship"? It's a childish, dumbass thing I've seen in fandoms since I was a kid and I can't believe I'm still seeing it happen in this godforsaken year of 2021. Ashe and McCree are absolutely at odds in the latest events in Overwatch's timeline: I love the idea of them slowly regaining their trust in each other while working together to stop Null Sector, Talon or whatever they'll be fighting in OW2. But anyone who DOESN'T ship them? They can easily imagine whatever else they want to imagine for their future and move on just fine. McAshe absolutely can be seen as a past relationship, or even as a past friendship with unresolved feelings, when making content for any other ship with McCree or Ashe, if they even feel the need to acknowledge it altogether. It's not even challenging to do this.

Heck, as someone who has spent ages creating content for a ship that, however much traction it has gained lately, isn't likely to become canon, where one half of the ship has been in a canon, confirmed, actual relationship since the show ended (even if it's still not confirmed as his endgame relationship), this hissy fit by the Ashe haters, mainly from the-ship-that's-better-off-not-named, is beyond ridiculous. I've written stories where a canon relationship ends, giving way to my OTP, WITHOUT trashing the other character in the canon relationship, and without turning her into a monster just to justify my ship's existence. If I can do that without a hitch, I don't see how they can't? It makes no sense to me, honestly.

There's also an apparent uproar because McCree and Ashe are "het" now? There's no canon confirmed sexuality for either of them to this moment, no matter if there were definite sparks flying in Deadlock Rebels, just as there was no confirmed sexuality before the book. A lot of people think of McCree as bi, and that headcanon wasn't killed somehow by the contents of this book, was it? Heck, I'm even thinking of games like Dragon Age, where straight characters have deliberately been written to reject advances from any same-sex MCs, and players have made mods to romance them with same-sex MCs anyway because they don't give a flying fuck about canon sexuality if it's straight. In my experience? That's how fandom always works. Typically, it's when characters are confirmed gay that anyone who shipped them in straight relationships have to back off, since it's highly frowned upon to alter the sexuality of any gay characters. But even if a character has nothing but opposite-sex love interests in canon, the fandom always does whatever it wants. Why the heck is it different here, to the point of spewing that much vitriol at Ashe just because she exists and McCree is/was into her?

Oof, I just say live and let die, man. Frankly, I am living the dream with this book, I've loved every new tidbit of lore it offered, especially those recontextualized hints of Reunion content (hell, even the "plothole" with the Est. 1976 in the Deadlock logo was addressed, it's amazing xD). Apparently, McAshe shippers aren't entitled to "canon status" thanks to the cinematic, or through all the history these two characters share, history that's been expanded through this book... I find that fair and valid, but just so, no other ship is entitled to demand for canon status, not in this franchise, not in anything else, as far as I'm concerned. Blizzard has made a bunch of bad choices in the last years, there's no denying that, but as far as I can tell, caving in to what a certain cluster of fans demand just because their ship is "popular" has NEVER resulted in anything good. If anything, every time I've seen big media give in to whatever their loudest fans want, the quality of their content tends to spiral downwards at ridiculously rapid speed, because that isn't what their creative vision used to be, and it's not an organic choice but a forced one, done just to sell more (and typically, they don't achieve that goal at all). Could list a few examples of that, but I'd be here all day, I suspect x'D

At any rate, thank you for being such a good sport, McGenji Anon :D shippers who respect other ships are the absolute best and I'm really happy to know there's people like you out there in the OW fandom. I'm not crazy active in the OW fandom myself, partly because I can't even play the game, only watch friends play it, and because I have signed my life off to Sokkla, as everyone knows... but I gotta say, the ideas, the THOUGHTS that have come to mind over this unbelievable book... I've already doodled a couple of them and if I had enough time to go all out, I absolutely would xD Now, I just need to see how to buy myself an Ashe keychain and then I'll be set to cry about these two for life. I've been doing plenty of progress on that front as it is... X'D

[fangirlovestuff]

Cycle - Steve Rogers x reader ch.1

a/n- Hey lovely people! this was a one shot idea that spiralled into a multi-part series, and i am very very excited to post this! i actually identify with steve’s situation more than the reader’s, but we all have imaginations😂 also i suck at summaries but give it a chance! the divider is by the amazing @whimsicalrogers​, thank you so much! Enjoy<3

Summary: You want a relationship but keep getting tangled up in one night stands, while Steve just keeps getting himself friendzoned. When pollar opposites with the same desires meet, will you change each other’s lives? Will you break the cycle?

Word Count: ~2,420

Warnings: bad language, mentions of sex

The music was thumping in Steve's ears, way too loud as always but he learned to manage it. He tried tuning back in to Bucky and Sam's conversation, but his thoughts kept pulling him away. He liked going out with his friends, he really did, it's just that lately, life wasn't exactly working out the way he expected it to. Which is normal, I mean, no one's life is exactly like they imagined, but at this point it was getting ridiculous.

A pretty blonde was coming up to them, and Sam and Bucky elbowed Steve, drawing his attention towards her. His overly-supportive friends were, of course, nagging him to "get some" for a while now, and honestly, it wasn't Steve's fault he didn't. It wasn't for a lack of trying.

It's just that, well, Steve was a really nice guy. That was just who he is – sweet, attentive, caring. And he wanted to love someone, physically but also emotionally. But his character kept getting in his way. You see, he had many opportunities to get a girlfriend or even just a one-night stand, even though he wasn't that kinda guy. Plenty of beautiful women came up to him, he was Captain America for gosh sake. He was told he's also very good looking, but that's a matter of opinions. To himself, he still seemed like that scrawny kid from Brooklyn, just that he obviously didn't look the same. Still, none of Steve's thoughts about himself can change the fact he was a catch.

But every time he'd go on a date, or meet someone at a bar, he somehow said exactly the right things. So right in fact, that the women in front of him ended up confessing their secrets to him, opening up to him, trusting him immediately. One time the girl even started crying, a full-on sob session in the middle of the restaurant they were in. And of course, he'd comfort them, rubbing soothing circles across their backs, nodding in that understanding way of his, listening to them with genuine interest in his eyes, because that's just who he is.

And at the end of the night, when he asked, "can I see you again?" or "can I get your number?" they'd answer: "You're so sweet… but I think we would be better as friends, you know?"

He'd swallow a disappointed groan, smiling politely and saying "sure, that'd be nice."

And that's the story of how Steve Rogers ended up with tons of friends who were girls, but not one girlfriend to spare. Honestly, it was kind of sad that a man who listens gets automatically labeled as a friend who doesn't want to date the girl in front of him.

But it was getting sadder that he wasn't, as his friends so delicately put it, "getting some."

Presently, the blonde came up to them, waving and looking at Steve with interest in her eyes. "I'm Sharon," she introduced herself, "Wanna dance?" she smirked. From the corners of his eyes, he could see his friends glaring daggers at him, as if saying "if you say no, I will kick your ass so hard."

"Sure," he said, getting up. He took Sharon's hand and led their way to the dance floor. They danced for a while, moving against each other to the beat. They didn't talk much, because the music was so loud on the dance floor. After some time, Sharon pointed towards the bar and he nodded, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while.

They ordered their drinks, Steve insisting to pay for hers. From their place at the barstools, the music was still loud but bearable, so they could hear what the other was saying.

"So, what do you do?" Steve asked her.

"Well, I actually work at S.H.I.E.L.D," she smiled a little. "I saw you a couple of times but you seemed busy so I didn't come say hello," she shrugged apologetically.

This, of course, would be the time to say something smooth like "I'm never too busy for such a pretty woman." Except that, well, Steve worried that might be a little objectifying, so instead he opted for: "Well, you can come say hello whenever."

She giggled a little and sipped her drink. "I bet you've got some interesting stories though, right? I mean, bring an Avenger and all must make for some adventures."

"Oh, it does." Steve chuckled. "Do you know about the time when, uh, Loki disguised himself as Fury?"

Sharon sent him a quizzical look, prompting him to continue. "He thought he could access some weapons like that. The funny thing is, he almost did it, but Tony fell asleep while making a waffle and nearly burned the kitchen. When Fury didn't appear the moment the fire alarm went off, we realized something was seriously wrong."

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see how that would be alarming, pun intended," she grinned. "Honestly, Fury's great at his job, but he is a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes. I mean, that one time he told me off when my holster was on the wrong side, but we were in the office! What the hell would I even need a gun for?"

They continued to talk about work, and conversation flowed easily. At one point though, the conversation took a more personal turn.

"You know what…" Sharon said, "being in S.H.I.E.L.D is great, but sometimes I wish I would have taken a different path. I always thought that being an agent was my destiny, but honestly there are a thousand other things I could've done," she sighed. "Like, I don't know, be an architect or… a vet. When you're a kid you have all these dreams and then you just end up taking the practical job."

Steve's eyes filled with understanding. He reached out and put his palm on her arm, rubbing it soothingly. If he would've glanced at his friends, he would see them facepalming violently, aware that Steve's getting himself friendzoned, again, but Steve didn't notice. Instead, he told Sharon, "Hey, you're great at what you do as an agent. But It's never too late to change it up. I mean, I thought I wasn't gonna have a chance to fight in the war and here I am," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said, a pensive look on her face. "Thank you, Steve. For the drinks and everything." She smiled and got up, taking her bag with her.

"Wait," Steve said, "can I get your number?"

"Oh," Sharon's brows furrowed for a second before she fixed her expression. "I just figured we'd see each other at work or something, you know, now that we're friends and all."

"Yeah, sure, you're right," Steve said, disappointment settling in his stomach. "See you around, Sharon."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Bye Steve," she said before getting up and walking away, exiting the club while Steve ordered another shot and got back to his friends' table, who took one look at his face and guessed what happened, thus were cackling and giggling like crazy.

He sat down, downing his drink and grumbling, "I miss Asgardian mead." Which only sent Sam and Bucky into another laughing fit.

Later that night Steve plopped down on his bed. He tried to sleep, but his thoughts were keeping him awake. What was he doing wrong? What was it about him that pushed women away? But should he change in order to get someone to like him?

He tossed and turned like that for a while, not finding a good answer to any of his questions. But when finally, after a couple of hours he managed to drift off, he closed his eyes with a resolution in mind.

I'm gonna break this cycle.

You looked around the small café, searching for… Josh. Yeah, that was his name, you were sure of it. Pretty sure anyway.

You sighed in frustration and checked your phone once more. Sure enough, he texted you he'll be this address in five minutes. It was definitely this address.

But it's been nearly an hour and he wasn't here, not texting anything else either. The waitress was giving you weird looks, so you had ordered your own coffee in the meantime.

You met Josh two nights prior, when you were out with your friends. You felt numerous eyes on you as you and your friends were dancing, the alcohol sending a pleasant buzz through your body. Josh was the only one who caught your eye, so when he came by offering to dance with you, you said yes.

Now, this is probably the place to mention you weren't having a lot of luck with guys lately. You liked to divide the guys you met into four catagories, so; pretty much every guy you met has either:

a)      Used you for sex

b)      Blew you off

c)      Gave you a wrong number, probably on purpose, or

d)      "was looking for something casual and it seemed like you were too"

So, your dating life was a little shitty to say the least. You knew that you were hot, or at least that guys considered you to be even though you didn't most of the time. But it's not like you were looking for "something casual." Quite the opposite actually, you were more than ready to date, have a serious relationship like most of your friends did.

But apparently, guys didn't really get that memo. Some days you wondered if you were a douche magnet, or was it maybe tattooed on your forehead that "I am a slut! Fuckboys, assemble!"

It wasn't that, but you couldn't say it didn't sting a little every time you were sent straight to voicemail, or every morning you woke up and found that he snuck out.

To be fair, you enjoyed some of it. The clubbing, the energy you feel when you cross eyes with someone across the room, the occasionally good sex. But for a long time now, it wasn't what you really wanted. You wanted to be sent flowers, not "u up;)" messages.

It wasn't like you didn't have other hobbies as well, and a job you were great at. So great in fact, you were offered to work with the Avengers, starting next week, because the position was open and they knew you were that good. You were a well-rounded person for fuck's sake, not a one-night-fantasy.

But the night you met Josh you really thought he could be different. You both talked, danced, had a lot of fun. And then, you know, went to his place, and argued about if he should put on a condom, which you won because he was way too drunk and horny to argue that stupid opinion, then fucked. At that point you realized no matter how much fun you had; he was a jerk for thinking he shouldn't put on a condom when you asked him to. So, you waited for him to fall asleep and then quietly gathered your belongings and left his apartment, thinking you'd never hear from him again.

The next day your fingered hovered above the "delete contact" on your phone. When you exchanged numbers last night you saved him as "cute guy<3" and you kinda hated your drunk self for that, but what's done is done. You were just about to delete his number when he shot you a message apologizing for last night, saying he didn't mean it, and asking you if you were free tomorrow to meet him at this small café which was "totally great".

So, wanting to give him another chance, you accepted.

Which brings us here, to said little café you were currently sitting in, waiting for the guy you were pretty sure was named Josh and questioning all of your life choices.

You finished your coffee, which had already gotten to be at room temperature and it wasn't even that good in the first place, so it was bad. But hey, you already paid for it, so you downed the rest of it and left the café, wandering into the warm, humid street.

Once you were back home from the commute, which was a terrible experience due to the humidity, you quickly shed your clothes, taking a nice cold shower to wash off the sticky sweat from your skin. You dried off, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top before checking your phone, just to be sure, and—

Yep, still no message from Josh. You resisted the sudden urge to throw your phone across the room, taking a deep breath before shooting him one last text – "sayonara, dipshit" – before finally deleting his number from your phone, like you should've done yesterday.

You put your phone away for the rest of the day, going on your computer to do some chores – reply to your emails, settle some stuff before your start at the Avengers compound, closing things in your old workplace.

When evening arrived, you opened your phone to messages from your friends asking how your date with Jason, and it took you a minute to realize who they're talking about. You chuckled bitterly before telling them he stood you up.

They were very sympathetic, telling you you're going to find the right guy and that Jason wasn't worth it anyway. You agreed with the latter sentiment, but you weren't sure how much you agreed with the first one.

You had dinner on your own, scrolling through social media and mindlessly pecking your food. You spent the rest of your evening thinking about… life.

The thing is, you were tired. Tired of being treated like you're only good for sex, tired of pretentious assholes apparently named Jason who play you just so they can feed their own ego by having the last word, but most of all – tired of being alone.

You were ready for a change. You needed a change. You spent the rest of your evening planning it all in your head, resolving to stop giving into guys because they're fun or cute. You're not actually looking for cute fun, and it's time to start acting like it.

When you're on your own, this all seems like a given to you; that you're a strong woman, that you want romance. But somehow when you're actually around guys you forget all about it and become impulsive. Living in the moment is great, but so is having a future.

Well, your future starts tomorrow, because before you went to sleep you made up your mind –

Tomorrow, I break the cycle.

Hope you liked it! this was a bit more of an introduction, but i still really liked writing it :) i don’t know exactly when the next one’ll be out cause school and stuff but i promise to do my best... if you have any ideas/requests please feel free to tell me about them!

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Part X: Sweetbitter

Author’s Notes: So...Yup...this is me coming back to the series after that whole Google Docs ordeal. I feel like a 19th century novelist who just finished typing the first copy of their book on a type writer and was about to hand it in to their publisher, but then their house catches on fire and burns down and the only copy of said book  was lost in said fire. Was that too dramatic? Melodrama is the only entertainment I get these days. With that being said, though, I’m happy to be back. I had the drive to write, but trying to rewrite what I lost just bummed me out. I remembered bits and pieces of what I originally wrote. This is where I wanted part 10 to be, but it’s still not the same. I don’t like this rewrite as much as I liked the original, but this is the closest I’m going to get to it. It was a difficult chapter for me to write both before and especially after the loss. I went back and forth on whether I wanted to include Sarah and I eventually settled on the fact that Joel wouldn’t be the brooding man that we grew to love if Sarah didn’t exist. Trying to capture a parent’s grief was hard and I also wasn’t in the mood to write smut, but that’s what I wanted for this chapter so *shrugs shoulders*. It’s not perfect but I hope y’all like it. I usually don’t include word count, but this one is particularly long and it is at just over 4k words. I know it’s been a minute since the last installment, so time line wise, this takes place right after the last chapter (snow ball fight). 

Genre: The whole platter aka Smut AND Angst AND Fluff

Summary: You and Joel fulfill your fantasy and make love on the kitchen island. There’s post sex cuddles, mentions of Joel’s past before the outbreak and his view point on the pregnancy scare. 

Ship: Joel x Reader

Joel walked in the direction of his place, hoping that you would follow. Your gloved hand stayed glued to his as he led the way across the snow covered settlement. As soon as the two of you made it inside, Joel took your coat and proceeded to light a fire in the living room. In the corner of his eye, he noticed you enter the kitchen. Impatient for your return, he followed only to find you sitting on the island, casually swinging your legs. Your eyes were lustful and glued to his.

Joel leaned against the threshold. “So this is why you never joined me by the fire.” He said with a coy smile.

“I was thinking that now was a perfect time to try again.” You returned the look.

“You got me right where you want me, darlin’.”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t.” You proceeded to spread your legs wider, beckoning for him to stand between them. It didn’t take him long to catch the hint. He pushed himself off the wall and sashayed over to you until his middle touched yours. Your legs immediately wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Now, I do.”

Joel put his hands down on the counter, one on either side of you. He leaned down to take your lips into his but you gently pulled back to tease him. Now, it was his turn to look at you lustfully. You leaned back on the island counter until you were supported by your elbows. He slid his hands up the surface, causing him to hover over your body. He never broke eye contact as he stretched his jaw muscles. He proceeded to lower himself until his lips could once again reach yours. They engulfed your bottom lip and you could feel the soft yet coarse hair of his beard against your face. The innocent pecks quickly turned into deeper, open mouthed kisses. Your tongue slipped between his lips first. For a moment, it danced with his before you slipped it back out to suck on his bottom lip.

You felt his hands slide under your shirt. The sensation of skin to skin contact always excited you. For a moment, his fingers lingered to caress your waist, but then he slid them back out to lift the shirt off completely. His hands returned to your now bare rib cage to gently coax you back up into a sitting position. As soon as your arms were off the counter, you wrapped them around his neck. In one slick move, his index finger and thumb unclasped your bra. You felt the straps fall down your shoulders. The only thing keeping the bra in place was the fact that the two of you were sandwiched together. His hands left your waist to slide the straps down the rest of your arms and moved away to allow just enough space for your breasts to escape the fabric. He let it slip out his hand and fall onto the kitchen floor. Before he could move to close the space between you, you reached up to unbutton his shirt. You damn near ripped off the last one, you were moving so fast. He wouldn’t have minded. You smirked at the thought. After he shrugged it off, you reached up to kiss him again. Your hands caressed his cheeks and your breasts were pressed against his chest. Joel loved this particular skin to skin sensation. He could feel you intentionally rubbing your nipples against his chest hair. The friction aroused you both. 

“I know what you’re doing.” Joel said in a deep whisper near your ear.

“Then touch me.” You replied.

Joel was about to take them into his palms, but stopped himself. A sly smirk graced his lips before he licked them. He took one quick glance at you before moving back and propping his hands on the edge of the counter to be eye level with your chest. You crawled back on your hands to better expose yourself. He kneaded your left breast for a moment before sticking your nipple in his mouth. Both grew erect at the tingle his tongue caused when he flicked it. Gently, he grazed it with his teeth before sucking. He massaged your other breast in his hand before sandwiching your nipple between his fingers. He watched the nub slide up and down. 

The taste and texture made him salvate. He was hungry for you and wanted more. He undid your pants and tapped your thigh so you would lift up. With your ass hovering over the counter top, he pulled your panties and jeans off all in one go like a magician doing the tablecloth trick. You leaned back onto your elbows, expecting him to attack your breasts again, but he gently dragged your ass to the edge of the island and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He again positioned his eye level to meet you, but this time it was your entrance he was gazing at. Joel could see that it was wet like his mouth and he was ready, willing and able.

“Wait!” You spoke up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just...um...I didn’t know you were gonna go there.”

“You’re not ready?” Joel questioned. He genuinely desired your answer. He was nothing but patient with you whenever you wanted to take things slow here and there. He had never gone down on you, not for the lack of trying. After the two of you became a couple, he felt comfortable with pushing the boundaries and tried to do it, but you told him no. He was respectful of your decision even though it hurted you to refuse him. You were just self conscious of so many things: the color, the smell, the asymmetry, the hair and the list went on. Honestly, you were mortified that he had already looked straight at your lower lips. Your nervousness was starting to kill your arousal. The last thing you wanted to do was bring up your insecurities to kill it even further. 

“I’m just afraid.”

“Of what?” He asked playfully to lighten the mood.

“What if I suffocate you and you die?” You responded bluntly, to which he bursted out in laughter. The notion did sound ridiculous out loud, but it stemmed from a genuine place of worry. “I’m ticklish! Especially down there!” You began to explain, looking up at him with his face still between your legs. “I’m like a venus fly trap. If I so much as feel the ends of your beard against my inner thigh, I will squeeze them together. I won’t be able to help it! And then what if you can’t breathe because---”

“Because my head would be stuck between your...what did you call it that one time? your ‘nani’ and your legs? I imagine I’d die a happy man, so don’t worry about me, darlin’.” He flashed you a devilish grin but it soon faltered when he saw the worry still on your face. “I won’t let you kill me yet. There’s a lot I’m meanin’ to do with you before that happens. I’ll hold you down if need be. I bet you’ll like that, won’t you.” The last part he mumbled as he repositioned himself, but you still heard him. You let out a light chuckle and relaxed your body as much as you could. 

Joel lifted your middle up toward his mouth, causing your back to lay flat against the cold, hard surface of the island counter. He kissed your inner thigh and there went your composure. You began to clench them together, but Joel kept a strong grip on them like he promised. He laid his tongue flat against your entrance and he licked slowly from the bottom up until he reached the hood of your clit. One stroke of his tongue and he was already a mess. To taste you in a way he never had before was an intoxicating experience and it left his beard wet. While still gripping your legs in place, he lovingly drew circles on your outer thighs with the pads of his thumbs. His tongue danced around the clit, over and under the hood, like an ice skater performing a figure 8. Your breathing became heavier. The sensation felt good, yet so foreign. Your instinct was to control the overwhelming feelings that he was causing you, but you didn’t know how. Your whole body was fidgeting and quivering on the countertop. It wasn’t like the bed where you could grip the sheets or pillow. Your hands flailed about, trying to find something to hold onto as he began to suck on the bud of nerves itself. Your one hand settled on gripping his salt and pepper hair while the other knocked over a metal container of wooden spoons on the floor. The loud bang of the crash did not break Joel’s focus on you or his pleasure. It was your light tugging on his hair that kept him driven. It was telling him that he was doing it right and that gave him confidence. 

Joel came up for air, his beard soaked. “You’re so wet. Should I come up and show you?” He teased, starting to lower your legs. You shook your head profusely and hummed a no. “You want more?” He looked down at your face as you nodded. From that angle, you were a vision to be seen. “Gotta speak up, baby girl.”

“Yes! I want more!”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.”

With that, Joel repositioned your legs, but before he went back down, he stuck two fingers in his mouth to lubricate them. You watched as he slid them out and he tucked his mouth down between your legs again. He resumed attention on your clit while the two fingers entered your hole. The level of coordination that he was able to pull off was sensational. The hooked pumping of his fingers were in tune with the way he flicked your clit. He single handedly drove you to a place of overwhelming feelings, both physically and emotionally. Like a button opening an elevator door, the pad of his tongue applied pressure to your little, sensitive bud and you released. You came and a warm feeling spread over your body starting in your core and spreading outward. Joel felt the warmth too as you squirted a bit in the process. He did his best to lap it all up. He could feel the warm juices drip off his beard and onto his chest. The continued sensation of his tongue on your slit helped you prolong your high. 

He let you rest for a moment after finally removing your legs from his shoulders. With haze covered eyes, you watched as he wiped his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. Your legs laid limp over the edge of the counter. They were numb and tingly and you didn’t even want to attempt to walk on them for the next half hour. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” Joel said after watching you ride the orgasm. 

“I can’t imagine so.” You said, eyeing his erection.

You began to prop yourself up, but he hummed a no. He spread your legs open as wide as they could go before stepping between them. His eyes locked with yours as he took his member into his own hands and began to glide the precum up and down his shaft. He, then, caressed your thighs with his wet, sticky hands while drawing shapes over your folds with the head. You gave him a small smile. It wasn’t coy, but loving. It melted his heart.

Joel leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of your chest. Little by little, he slid his way into you. It was a familiar feeling that he embraced. On one hand, he loved the warmth of being inside, but on the other, he loved the friction that you caused when you clenched around him as he slid back out. Like before, he wanted to be the one that teased you; the one that made you unravel. He continued to slide in and out slowly until he bottomed out. He picked up the pace with each pump, gazing at you while he did to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. Joel thrived at the sound of your wet folds mingled with slapping skin. It drove him to go harder, faster. He slightly wiggled his hips with each pump so the head could tickle your core. He felt your walls begin to clench around him tighter and tighter. Taking one hand off the counter, he placed it on your breast and began to massage your nipple. You struggled to control the pace at which your walls contracted and it drove you to flail about again. Blindly, your hand latched onto his arm that was still planted to the countertop. He grunted with each pump as your breathy voice filled the kitchen with expletives. 

“Fuck! Im so---” You tried to speak as you felt your climax approaching.

"Me too!” He replied between grunts.

“I know. That’s why I need you to pull out, love.” Your voice was so sweet when you made the request. He couldn’t deny you at all. He did hesitate, however. He’d almost forgotten about the accidents he made last time and how tonight was all about making up for both of them. Being inside you felt so good, though. “Unless you want to make sure I get pregnant, then you need to pull out now.” 

As the last word left your mouth, you came. You were trying to hold out for him, but the orgasm snuck up on you. The high distracted you from noticing if he came too and where. The sensation of your juices releasing around his dick immediately triggered his own release. He held it in as long as he could until he was completely outside of you, but your clenched walls didn’t make it easy. Joel let out a loud bellow of relief as he exploded all over your stomach. Your head was too heavy to lift and watch, but you felt the warmth of his seed nonetheless. He fell back onto one of the barstools and rested himself for a moment before grabbing a fresh dish towel out the drawer. He dampened it under the kitchen sink and walked back to your still limp body on the island. Gently, he cleaned you up. 

“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” Joel said as he tossed the towel in the sink and picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he secured your legs in his arms. 

“Joel,” You began in a sultry voice. “That was…” You playfully exuded a variety of sounds out of your mouth to describe how you felt. “I don’t know how else to put it.”

He smirked at the very recent memories. “It was, wasn’t it.” Joel pulled you into his side as the two of you layed in bed. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up, his mind clearly still on the earlier activities. “Daggum, woman!” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “You know how to make a man weak.”

“That’s the goal!” You playfully responded to which he pinched your side. 

The two of you enjoyed each other’s embrace in comfortable silence for hours after the kitchen session. Despite that, he couldn’t lay like that forever without talking to you about the elephant in the room. He took a deep breath, but no words followed. He wasn’t sure how to start. 

Joel never thought about becoming a father again after Sarah. Even before the outbreak, she was more than enough to fill his life. Maybe it felt that way because he was doing it all by himself. It was just him and her against the world. After her mother left, he held his daughter closer than ever and their bond was unbreakable. Her leaving also meant that Joel had to play both parental roles and that meant having no time to date. He was human, however, and the desires were still there. From time to time, he would have one night stands, but they were few and far between. He convinced himself that those types of relationships were all he could have. Between being a single parent and working to pay the bills, Joel didn’t have the time. Secretly, he didn’t want the time. If he could bring himself to admit it, he was afraid of being walked out on again because it would not only affect him, but his daughter too. 

He and his first wife got married the last year of high school. Instead of a prom dress, she shopped for a wedding gown and got it tailored to fit around her bump. Joel thought back to the first time he ever saw her; he was a sophomore. Immediately, he had a crush on her. He remembered his little brother finding out and teasing him about it. He didn’t think she’d say yes when he asked her out, but she did. The rest was a whirlwind. For all of junior year, they dated on and off. As cliché as it was, they had sex at the junior prom and she got pregnant.

He cared for her, but if he really thought about it, he didn’t love her. When he proposed, he figured the love would come later, especially after their family was completed. Waiting was something he could live with so long as the love came at all and it did, but not in the way he expected. When his daughter was born, he found himself in love for the first time, but it was a kind of love that he was not completely prepared to feel. Throughout his wife’s pregnancy, people would tell him their experiences of becoming a parent for the first time and he believed that he would be no different, but he couldn’t imagine just how much his heart would swell until he held her for the first time. 

Life wasn’t easy; Joel had to grow up quick. He liked to think that he tried, but with each passing year, his marriage fell apart. He knew that she wasn’t happy, but there was only so much he could do to keep his family afloat. He suspected that she had cheated, but it was only a passing feeling, so he never confronted her about it. It wasn’t until he came home to the house empty, did he begin to think seriously about the possibility. He called out for her, but all he was met with were empty drawers and a note only stating that she dropped Sarah off at Tommy’s. She was the mother of his child, so he couldn’t stop caring about her as he worried over her whereabouts. He also couldn’t forgive her for what she did, though. It was one thing to leave him because she wasn’t happy with the life he provided her, but it was another to abandon her child altogether. There was no discussion or fight. She was just gone. Joel worked overtime to afford a divorce lawyer. He was told that the papers were issued, but she never returned them signed. At the point of the outbreak, he was technically still married to Sarah’s mom, but he had long stopped wearing his ring. 

Joel came from a broken family growing up. He even sensed that his own would be doomed to repeat the same history when he got married, but he didn’t want to admit it. For the longest, that was the reason why he never wanted to be a father again. With you, however, there was a pang of desire that he hadn’t felt since Sarah was born. He loved being her dad. Once a father, always a father. 

He pulled you in tighter. That pang of desire to have another child was there because of you. There was no one else he wanted to do it with. With you, he didn’t feel doomed to repeat the past. He had never given a thought to becoming a father again after Sarah, but when he did think about it, laying there with you in his arms, he realized there was nothing he wanted more. For the first time, he could have something that he never had as a child or even an adult; a solid family of his own. He just wished that Sarah was there to be a part of it. 

“I’ve been finding myself having conversations with her in my head recently.” Joel finally spoke up. You lifted your head off his chest and looked up at him. After a moment, you realized who he was talking about. You didn’t know everything about Sarah, but what little you did know, Tommy told you. A while back, when the two of you were on your way to the hospital, you tried to bring her up in conversation. Needless to say, it didn’t go well and that was the last time she was ever brought up.

“I would have loved to meet her.” You said to him.

“You two would have gotten along. You have a lot in common with her. I know she would have loved you.”

“Do we? Like what?” You genuinely questioned.

He smiled at the memory of her. “For one, you two both love giraffes.” You thought back to that time when you and Joel ran into a trio of giraffes grazing off the overgrowth on the building the two of you were walking through. You were so excited to see them but so intimidated by their size; you had never seen one up close before. Joel gently petted the animal first, then took your hand and guided onto it’s head so you could do the same. 

You smiled. “What else?”

He pondered for a moment. “You both like sci-fi stuff. I mean she was more into the ones with a romantic plot, but they had werewolves and vampires in them.”

“Are you talking about Dawn of the Wolf? I remember that movie. Was she team vampire or team werewolf?”

He looked down at you and rolled his eyes at the memory of being dragged to see that movie. “Team werewolf.”

“Good girl! If you really analyze the story, those vampires were really just a bunch of bitches. They wouldn’t have stood a chance against the werewolves. That’s why Izzy chose the werewolf in the end.” You passionately explained.

He sighed. “Don’t tell me you were into those movies too.”

“Only the first one. I read all of the books in the series and I wanted to watch the movie to compare them. Too soapy for me though.”

“You’re a nerd, you know that?” He responded.

“Well I did go to comic-con a few times.”

“Comic who?”

“It was a convention where people who appreciated comics and other forms of sci-fi media could come together. It was kind of like halloween but in the middle of summer because people would come dressed as their favorite comic characters. People would share and sell their fan art and they could listen to forums and meet celebrities. It was a big deal to us nerds.”

He chuckled. “I think Sarah would have liked that.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence until he finally spoke up again. His voice was more sullen. “I forced myself to stop thinking of her because when I did, It’d either make me happy or sad and I couldn’t control which one I’d feel until the memories started. I didn’t want to feel that grief anymore, so I decided not to risk it and not think of her at all. No matter how hard you try, though, I guess you can’t escape your past.” 

“Don’t push her away.” You said tenderly.

“I won’t.” You felt his chest rise as he took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You hoped he felt better after talking about it. “I know she would have liked being a big sister. She was always good with sharing and just being around other kids.”

“What if I am pregnant?” You asked him seriously.

“Then we’ll raise the baby together. We’ll love ‘em and protect ‘em as best as we can.” He said simply in an almost whispery tone.

“And what if I’m not?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Whatever happens, it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” To that, you smiled and kissed his chest. He sighed. “So what happens now, (Y/N)?”

“We wait. We wait and see if I get my period next month, then go from there I guess.” You replied. Joel nodded.

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Control and Release - 33

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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You enjoy being out, it’s great to see your colleagues outside the office. People’s personalities come out here in the real world. But somewhere between your third and fourth drink, the bar doesn't seem like where you’re supposed to be.

Going back to Boston feels like both a beginning and an end. Everything will change once you get home and your relationship with Sam becomes public. And there’s a piece of your relationship you find yourself mourning. These quiet, private moments here in London. You’ve practically been living together. Going home means spending more time at your own place. Before it felt like independence and self-care. Now it just sounds lonely.

Smiling at Millie, you check your phone for the tenth time. It’s almost midnight. Sam must be done with dinner by now. If you leave now you could make it back in time to order dessert from room service.

“You’re always checking your phone.” Millie rolls her eyes. She points to Cole who’s across the room engaged in some rather animated storytelling with Mick. “Your boss is right there. What are you worried about?”

“I just wanted to see how late it was.” You tip back your glass, downing the last of the vodka.

“You’re not leaving already, are you?” She grabs your arm. “Leaving me here all alone?”

“You’ll be fine, I’m tired. I need to sleep.”

“Yeah, well no wonder. You’ve been working too hard. I feel like I’ve hardly seen you since we got here.” Millie helps you pull on your coat. “See you on the plane.”

-

As you walk down the hall heading towards Sam’s room you let two fingers trail along the wall. You’re a little drunk, enough to let your inhibitions go. Luckily Sam is always more than willing to fool around.

You fish the room card out of your handbag and slide it into the door.

What you find is the otherworldly sight of Sam sitting on the couch, and a naked Toni on her knees beside him. Doing a double take, you stare at Sam who looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His hair is askew. You don’t want to imagine how it got that way.

“Good evening, Y/N.” Tony flashes a smarmy grin. “We didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

You blink twice and step back out into the hallway.

Sam is fucking Toni Bevell.

No, it can’t be true.

But you just saw it. Witnessed the proof with your own eyes. You can’t think, all you can do is feel and there’s an avalanche of emotion headed your way. Your hands are shaking when you hear Sam call your name.

Maybe if you just close your eyes this will all go away.

“What?!” You turn to him, getting a good look. His shirt is rumpled, hair wild, sticking out in all directions. You’re going to be sick. “Jesus Christ Sam! I can’t stand to look at you right now.”

“Don’t overreact,” he instructs, taking a step toward you. You want to slap him, to beat on his chest and scream in his face. If anyone has a reason to react, it’s you.

“Don’t overreact?!” you erupt. How dare he tell you what to do. You’ve never hated anyone more than you hate him at this moment. Toni’s smug, shit-eating grin comes back to you. They must think you’re so naive to trust him. “Fuck you! I trusted you. I must be so stupid. It never even crossed my mind that you would do something like this.”

“Nothing happened,” Sam says, holding up his hands.

Is that even possible? The sight of him tells you everything you need to know. He must think he’s got you wrapped around his little finger.

“Don’t lie to me. Something sure as fuck happened.” Your heart breaks at the sight of him. “For a guy who’s all about the details you’re not covering your tracks very well. You’ve got her lipstick on your mouth and your fly is still down.”

All the anger quickly sours into sadness and embarrassment. All his talk of love and commitment and then he’s fucking this aristocratic bitch the minute you’re out of the room.

“What?” Sam feels at his crotch, looking genuinely surprised to find his fly down. “Look, she tried and I-”

Does he honestly think he can talk his way out of this? As if you didn’t just see what you saw.

“And you what? Let her take her clothes off? Did you fuck her?”

You don’t want the answer. The thought of Sam and Toni is wretched.

“No, of course not,” he snips, as if you’re the one being ridiculous.

The heartbreak bubbles over and there’s no stopping the tears.

“I don’t get it.” Your voice breaks as tears slide down both cheeks. Why would he do this? You rack your brain trying to remember if there were any warning signs. He’s been all in, fully present. You didn’t see this coming. “I thought we were in a good place. I try everything you want. I gave you a blowjob just this morning. What could you possibly want from her that I’m not giving you?”

“Nothing.” He reaches out, moving toward you and you have to step back. It takes everything within you not to throw yourself at him. You want to pretend this never happened and go back to the happiness that existed only minutes ago. “Nothing happened. I know this looks bad. I get that. But nothing happened. You came back at the worst possible time, but nothing was going to happen. That’s the truth.”

Fuck him. You had bad timing?

“Oh, this is my fault?” you yell. “I need to get out of here. I have to think.”

You just need to have a second to collect yourself without him right there. You can’t think straight.

“Don’t leave.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. “If you leave it automatically makes things worse than they are. You can stay here and be pissed at me. We can talk. I’ll sleep on the couch. Just don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He’s right, but the idea of going back into the room where he’s just done God knows what with Toni is stomach-turning.

Crossing your arms over your chest you look toward the door. “She’s still in there.”

“She’s leaving.” He puts his hands on your shoulders and you almost pull away from him. What if this is it? What if this is the last time he puts his hands on you? “Just let me get her out of there. Don’t go anywhere.”

Sam disappears back into the room and you immediately panic. You’re about to really lose it, so you head for the elevator and press every button until the doors close.

There’s a bathroom in the lobby and you lock yourself in the first stall, sinking to the ground and promptly sobbing into your hands. How is this how your life turned out? Cheated on by Sam fucking Winchester of all people. It wouldn’t be the first time. In fact, this makes a perfect streak, five out of five. Every guy you’ve ever been with has been disloyal at some point. You should have expected it.

Scrolling through your phone you look for someone to call. Your mom...no. She’d overreact. You could tell Millie, confess the whole thing. She loves you and she’s a good friend. She’d order a pizza and stay up all night talking about what a pig he is. But that’s not what you need, either.

Cole. He’s always said he’s there to listen. Telling him the truth about your relationship with Sam would make everything easier. And Cole cares about you. You know that much is true. But running to Cole seems wrong. It feels like retaliation because you know how much Sam would hate it.

The phone vibrates and Sam’s name pops up. You almost answer, but the image of he and Toni is too vivid. Her breasts in his face, the surprise when he saw you at the door. You press the power button on the phone and watch as the screen goes black.

This hurts so bad.

You find yourself suddenly sober and in desperate need of something to take the edge off. Cleaning yourself up as best you can, you cross the lobby and enter the hotel bar. There are a dozen or so people scattered around.

Finding an empty seat you order a shot of tequila and a beer.

You trusted Sam with everything. Up until twenty minutes ago, your biggest fear was that he would walk away, but never did you imagine he would cheat. Your sex life is active to say the least, and he’s definitely not looking for an emotional connection.

Maybe he was just bored. Maybe it’s his own personal brand of self-sabotage.

Wiping a single tear away, you sip your beer, watching an older couple happily chatting at the end of the bar.

The longer you sit, the more the details come back to you. The way she was perched over him, the red lipstick at the corner of his mouth. You’re irrational and semi-drunk but aware of both. You really want to call Cole and disappear for a night, really make him hurt the way he’s hurt you.

If you leave now, everything is worse. He was right about that.

He said nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen. And Sam doesn’t lie. Maybe about his feelings, but he’s never lied to you about anything else. He’s brutally honest to a fault.

-

You stand outside the door to his room for several minutes trying to decide if this is what you really want to do. But in the end, you knock on the door.

Sam answers immediately. His eyes flutter closed when he sees you, Adam’s apple bobbing as he shakes his head and steps to the side as a silent invitation to come in.

“I thought you left,” he admits. His voice is tight. He looks mad and you wonder if this is directed at you, Toni or the fact that he got caught.

“I went to the bar downstairs. Not far.” You stand just inside the door. For the first time, this feels like his space instead of the home away from home you’ve shared for the past two months.

“You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs a hand up the back of his neck. “I was going to come and find you.”

“I shut it off. I needed to think. I’m here now.”

His wool coat is thrown over the back of the couch and he’s got one sneaker on. He’s in sweatpants and his face is clean of any trace of Toni, but his hair is mussed and his eyes are red. You’ve never seen him quite like this before. He looks like a mess.

“I need you to tell me what happened. And if I feel you’re not being one hundred percent truthful, I am going to leave.” You look him in the eye for a fleeting second before taking a seat in the closest chair.

“Okay.” Sam nods adamantly, perching on the edge of the sofa. His knee is bouncing up and down at an exponential rate, he’s agitated. “We came back here after dinner to go over projections.”

“Go on.” It takes everything within you to remain cool collected.

“She came out of the bathroom like that. I told her to stop but she kept it up. She always fucking pushes to get her way.” His hands curl into fists. “Nothing was going to happen. I told her to stop, to get dressed.”

“Why was there lipstick on your mouth?” you ask, voice shaking. “And your fly was down…”

“She kissed me. I pushed her away. I don’t know about the rest of it, honestly. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I would never do that to you. I don’t want her.”

“You know Sam…” You stop to look at him. God, you want to believe him so badly. “I get that you can’t control her actions. And I understand that you had no idea she intended to make an advance...but fuck. You thought coming back to the room was okay? Our room. You came back here with a woman you used to fuck, alone. That seemed like a good idea to you?”

“I didn’t think of it like that.” He presses his lips together, hands on his knees, eyes locked on your eyes. “I don’t think of her as a woman I used to fuck. I think of her as a colleague.”

“Oh, well.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “That’s funny, but I exclusively think of her as a woman you used to fuck.”

You stare at each in silence, the seconds feel like hours. This is a complete role reversal, you’re in complete control here. You get sole determination about what happens next.

“You didn’t think that it would bother me?” You ask a genuine question. “For the two of you to be alone together in a hotel room?”

“I know you don’t like her. But I thought she’d be gone before you got back and that it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Do you see how that’s problematic for me? I almost called Cole tonight. Not for anything weird, just to listen because I needed a friend. But I thought about how you’d feel if I did that. I could have called him, met him and not told you. But the difference between us is that I wouldn’t do that. You mean enough to me that I would never want you to feel the way you’ve just made me feel.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, looking down at his hands. “The thought never crossed my mind.”

“Did you do anything with Toni tonight?”

“No.” He looks up at you.

“Was there any part of you that wanted to?”

“No.” He confirms succinctly.

“Have you been with anyone else since we’ve been together?”

“No.” This question bothers him, his brow furrows. “Do you think that’s something I would do?”

“I didn’t think I’d come home to find you with Toni, but it happened. I just want to be sure there’s nothing else I’m missing.”

“No. I haven’t been with anyone else. You’re the only person I want.”

“I see.”

“Are you going to stay here tonight?” he asks. And for the first time, you get a glimpse of a Sam that you didn’t know existed. He’s crying. It’s just one tear, but it’s there. “I’m trying. I’ve been trying to do things the right way. To make a life for us. I shouldn’t have brought her back here. I know that now. I thought you left tonight and I didn’t think you were going to come back...I don’t know what I’d do.”

“I almost didn’t come back,” you admit.

“Why did you then?”

“Because I love you,” you explain matter of factly. “And I trust you. I couldn’t throw those things away, I needed to hear it from you, hear what happened.”

“Is there anything else you want to know?”

“No.” You shake your head. You want to go to him, hold him tight, but it’s too soon. There’s more you need to talk about and it might as well be now. “I was thinking about when we go home. I should move in with you. We should live together. How do you feel about that?”

“I would like that very much.” He smiles an exhausted little smile, relief overtaking his body and he slouches forward. He looks down at his hands again, sucking in a breath. “I bought a ring. I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

All the air evaporates out of the room. Did he just say what you think he said?

“Are you serious right now?” you whisper, eyes the size of saucers.

“Yes. All I could think when I came back to find you and you weren’t in the hallway is I have this diamond waiting back in Boston and you’re never going to know. So, I’m telling you. I love you. I’m committed. I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

“Well…” you don’t have words. An hour ago it seemed as if the world was falling apart and now this. “When are you going to ask me?”

“I can’t tell you that.” He presses a thumb into the opposite palm. “What are you thinking right now?”

“That I’m going to say yes.” You let out a laugh, overcome with emotion. “But I’m still mad at you right now. You can’t just magically make everything better by talking about a proposal. We’re going to have to talk about Toni. Assuming she’s going to continue working for you, I need there to be clear rules.”

“Anything you want.” He nods adamantly. “You can have anything you want.”

[casino-lights]

Kinktober Day 1 - John Seed x Mari Roosevelt

@faithsgate and I are undertaking @lustyargonianmaid‘s Kinktober prompt list this year! To kick it all off, we have her very own Mari Roosevelt and John Seed, doing things Joseph would certainly not approve of.

01. Mutual Masturbation

It began as a joke. John was pacing through his bedroom, back and forth in front of the bay window, talking at Mari as she sat on the bed with one leg hooked over the other. He went on and on, ranting about the latest lecture he got from Joseph.

“It’s not fair,” he insisted petulantly, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “Why should he care so much about ‘fornication’ when he was in Diana’s bed six days after their first meeting? Six! I honestly don’t know if I should be impressed with Joseph or concerned for Diana.”

Mari winced. “Ouch.”

“Yes! Ouch is right! Ouch for us, since someone can’t keep his nose out of his brothers’ business. I don’t see him scolding Jacob for fraternizing with his own prisoner.”

“Wasn’t I technically your prisoner when you started giving me those bedroom eyes, John?”

He stopped in his tracks and glowered at her. “That,” he spat, “was different.” Then, under his breath: “You aren’t an inbred hick like she is. I really, really wish Diana had gutted her right there. But no, Jacob just had to go between them to protect his little whore.”

Mari tsked quietly. “My, my, Johnathan. If your brother could hear you talk like this…”

“Oh, don’t you start too.” He sighed bitterly and resumed pacing. “How two women with the same sweet name could be so wildly different is baffling.”

“Hey, I have an extra N.”

“And that is why you are superior,” he said with a sly smile.

Mari returned the expression. “You charmer.”

“It doesn’t make sense. Why should Joseph feel the need to police my personal life?” He shook his head, scowling at the floor. “I am perfectly capable of being responsible with my relationships. He’s treating me like a naughty child. Honestly, telling me I’m to have no physical contact with you… ridiculous. ‘You should not touch each other, John,’” he sneered in a mockery of Joseph’s voice before groaning loudly and sitting on the sill of the bay window. “He’ll have to do better than that. He didn’t say we couldn’t touch ourselves, now, did he?”

He and Mari shared a grin before his expression fell again and he sighed. “Just because he hasn’t had sex for seventeen years, he thinks I shouldn’t have sex for seventeen years? Seventeen… my god, how did he even survive that?”

“Maybe that’s why he’s so, uh… insistent about this,” she suggested.

“You know, you’re probably right. It’s been so long, he’s downright forgotten what it’s like to be desired.”

“But, hey, like you said… he didn’t say we can’t touch ourselves. If you catch my meaning.” A smirk teased up the corner of her lips, and John followed it with his eyes.

He arched an eyebrow slowly. “Mari. You little minx.”

“What? I’m playing by the rules.”

John rose to his feet and crossed the room in three strides, his shadow stretching over her as he stood before her at the foot of the bed. “Why, yes, my dear, you are.” He leaned over her until she was lying all the way back, pressed against the bed, and he placed one hand on either side of her before meeting her collarbone with his lips.

“What Joseph doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he purred in between kisses, trailing heat from her neck to her jawline. He kissed the corner of her mouth as her hands worked at the buttons of her shirt, and once she was free of the offending garment, John brought his lips down between her breasts. He kissed the length of her torso, stopping just shy of her waistband, where he forced himself to pull away from her with a sharp, exasperated exhale.

“No,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. “I should be… good. I should be good. But you, oh, god, I could tear you apart right now.” His voice bordered on a growl before he sighed, defeated, and sat up straight beside her on the bed. “Damn this. All these… rules, all these trials of his…”

“Babe,” Mari began as patiently as she could, “please stop bringing up your brother in bed. It’s… getting concerning.”

John looked almost hurt for a moment before his expression shifted and he laughed, dropping his forehead into his hand. “Oh, Mari, what a pair we make. You, enduring me… and here I wanted to give you a nice evening tonight.”

She laid her hand atop one of his. “What’s stopping you?”

His eyes flicked down to her chest before returning to her eyes. “Well… if we can touch ourselves… nothing, I suppose.”

When they shared a look of silent agreement, John stripped his shirt off and began working at his belt while Mari shimmied out of her pants and underwear before positioning herself on the bed, spread eagle, with one hand tracing slow circles on the inside of her left thigh.

John wet his lips as he eyed her hungrily, but he focused on his pants - since it was just a tad difficult to remove oneself from jeans that tight - until he was free from them. He let Mari get an eyeful of the sizable bulge in his satin briefs before he removed those as well, letting his cock spring to full attention.

“I have to admit,” he said in a lower tone, grazing his teeth across his lower lip, “I certainly do wish I was inside you right about now.”

“Tough shit,” Mari replied with a smirk and a shrug.

“Mmm. You want to be difficult, do you?” John traced a single finger up his length, swiping a bead of precum away with his thumb. “I can be difficult too.”

“You’re too horny to be difficult,” she answered, slipping one finger inside herself. “Aren’t you, John?”

As he watched - and terribly envied - her finger, he curled his fingers around his girth and slowly moved from the base to the head. “Should we have a race?” he teased with a crooked grin. “Whichever of us finishes first has to… I don’t know… do a chore or something?”

“As if you have any chores you don’t make your people do for you.” Mari slid a second finger inside and curled them upwards, pressing forward. “No, I think you just want an excuse to go faster.”

He squeezed his fingers tighter together. “Mmh. How dare you imply I wouldn’t want a moment with you to last a lifetime, my darling?”

Mari mimicked a gag and started working her fingers quicker as her cheeks began to flush.

John kept a steady pace with her, his eyes moving from her expression back to her hand. He couldn’t decide which to watch - to focus on her face and imagine he was inside her, causing every moan and sigh, or to focus on her hand and watch her unravel herself in front of him. He wanted it all. Greed or lust? Did it matter?

Mari, for her part, was perfectly content watching John’s eyes move up and down her body, and as much as she loved his immaculately kept cock, there was something special about the way he looked at her. He looked at her like nothing else existed. Like she, at least for this moment, was his one and only desire. That spurred her on, encouraging her to work faster, harder, and to let him hear every little noise she could make.

Her whines and heavy breaths were music to his ears, and as he kept pace with her, he found it harder and harder to stay focused on one part of her. Her entirety was what he wanted, not just a single piece, and god did he want her. Perhaps more than he ever had. He met her noises with his own, and the room filled with soft sounds of skin and sighs. His cock throbbed beneath his hand as he etched the sight of her into his memory to be recalled oh so fondly later, when she was inevitably out of reach. But soon, between his own building pleasure and an overwhelming desire to touch her, he forced himself to close his eyes and let his imagination conjure the rest.

When his eyes shut, Mari followed suit, and together, they illustrated themselves entwined in their minds. She gasped his name, her breath caught in her throat, and he moaned hers in return. She ground her hips down against her hand, envisioning his fingers instead of her own, and she came with a bittersweet cry. The sound reached his ears and it went straight to his cock, and he thrust his hips up as he spent himself across his own skin, as much as he wished it was hers instead.

He opened his eyes first and reached for a tissue to clean himself off while Mari propped herself up on her elbows and watched him curiously.

“…Babe?”

He smiled at her with all the warmth he usually had in the afterglow. “Yes, darling?”

“That was fun and all, but, ah… realistically, what, exactly, is stopping us from just… going all in?”

His smile vanished, replaced by a pout, and he had just opened his mouth to respond when a car horn outside interrupted him. He scrambled to his feet, jumped into his underwear and jeans, and as he fought with his belt, he peeked over the windowsill to try and identify whomever was disturbing them.

When he succeeded, mere seconds later, he groaned miserably and pulled his shirt back on.

“That is stopping us,” he said, stabbing his finger toward the car outside.

Mari got to her feet, tugging on her own clothes and following John’s gaze out the window to see none other than Joseph walking toward the front door, accompanied by a few of his followers.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” she muttered, half impressed, half infuriated.

John sighed. “It’s like he’s got a sixth sense for this shit,” he snapped as he hurriedly tucked his shirt in. He went to the door, but stopped before opening it, and he returned to Mari’s side and took both her hands in his.

“I know I have to go see what he wants,” he began, looking deeply into her eyes, “but will you be alright here?”

“Don’t worry about me,” she answered, shrugging his worry away. “I’m just gonna climb out the window like I’m your mistress.”

“Well, you are my mistress,” John said with a wink. “Just not an illicit one.”

He framed her face with his hands and studied her countenance for a moment, just admiring her, before kissing her softly. They lingered in the surprisingly chaste kiss until the doorbell chimed, and John pulled away with a sigh.

“Be careful, Mari,” he insisted as she headed for the balcony.

“I never am,” she answered before ducking out the door.

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

COFFEE SHOP AU PT 4

SEGMENT THREE of four cause it turned out segment three is so long I cant put it in one post XD

After Cruentus had left to make the tea, Hat curled back up onto the bed, was he as bad as Vincent…with his inability to ever truly let Acylius go?

Nuzzling against the pillow Flug used to lay his head on , Amadeus whimpered softly…no if his Acylius did not…could not love him in this new life, he would never make him do anything he didn’t want to do, he could never do what Vincent had done to Flug, ever.

Now that he was the one with power he knew one thing, he would protect Acylius from ever being hurt or harmed again, if someone so much as tried to he would destroy them without second thought.

Pulling the pillow to his chest he cuddled it closer, knowing he was down there, in the town in that little coffee shop, so close and yet so far away was far more heart wrenching than anyone could imagine, to have those eyes look at him and not recognise him…a small part of him wondered if he should be in his life again…after all he had been the final piece to fall into place to set in motion the events that would lead to Acylius’s death…

Oh he knew Acylius would tell him it was always meant to happen, that it wasn’t his fault…idiot man, he could have lived and left the Elderichts to rot…let him rot in the gutters with them, if all his kindness only ended up with him being killed for it…

Hat curled in tighter feeling the guilt of that thought twist in his gut, to think it was dishonouring all Lulu had fought for, all he’d done only had him curl up tighter, often he’d wished he’d been able to save him, be there just in time and be his hero…the irony of those words…yet being a hero…was not all what modern day society made it out to be with brightly coloured suits and pulling in fans…it was about doing the right thing and stepping up…as much as Acylius had his darkness…

In his own right, to the Elderichts…he was their hero, who kept his name quiet out of respect because it was what his stupid tree had wanted…if he’d had his way he’d have built a statue, had books written about him, the finest artists make portrait galleries out of him, made the universe aware of his existence, a proclamation of love for everyone to hear spoken across time and space…

But no…that was not his Doctor Flug; his Acylius whispered like the spring breeze through the blossom trees he loved so much only becoming a thunderous fearful storm when called for, he was absolutely ridiculous at times, daft as anything to when he was in the safety of his own home…he could not forget that first morning….

(Wavy scene and flash back music, shrugs I’m just like that and finally using an old ramble of mine <3) and I will let you know when the flash back ends ❤️

Hat looked himself over in the mirror, he’d straightened out his tie and suit, even though his ears were hidden under his top hat even brushed the fur on them, made sure he was as presentable as he could be, after all he did not know what half of these fancy contraptions laid out on his…was it his dressing table.

That idiot Legion Demon just came out of nowhere and was all here have a place to sleep, a room of your own, even though you’re in heat I won’t take advantage of you or even touch you, honestly what was he supposed to do with that, anyone else would have taken what they wanted and left him there.

Hat huffed, why was he so upset that Acylius…no no he couldn’t call him that, he was Doctor Flug, Legion Demon, a creature highly sought after, if he wasn’t careful about how he spoke to the demon he might push his luck too far and be kicked out, that would not exactly be something new but…this time…even if they’d just met yesterday, he found himself not wanting to leave.

He would do what he needed to do, to placate him, to sooth his temper if he had one, most of his kind liked sex after all right, he did too honestly but…when it was consensual, but he was not above doing what needed to be done to keep a roof over his head within reason…though he still couldn’t deny he was somewhat miffed Acylius had not come in last night and just taken him, at least he would have been one of the more attractive…

Who was he fooling, he found the Legion demon beautiful, and what was he?

(This is my story and I will have hat all dreamy about the tree like some romance novel if I want XD)

A short little thing that had crawled out of a heap…he knew he deserved more, that his kind should not be living such poor lives, to be used as food, as toys or experiments, but too many of them had accepted their fates and he’d agreed to leave knowing his determination of better to rise up would only cause them problems…and well they already had enough of those.

Black Hat looked over the room he’d been given, that bed was so soft he thought he might have sunk into it never to be seen again, the on suite bathroom filled with so many different bottles of this, that and the other left him overwhelmed, usually he’d had to share baths with those he’d stayed with.

Hands on the dressers edge, his claws digging lightly into the wood, this was his chance, his first real big chance to make his place be more than what he was, to prove to all these rich elitist snobs that you did not need to come from riches to belong, that everyone was equal when things were made even and equal.

Yes when he had his stand, he would show them but for now he was going to go downstairs and show the Legion demon the respect he no doubt felt he deserved, there was no possible way there was not a catch in all of this somewhere.

He went first to the kitchen, it was silent and well no one was around and the bin seemed to need changing, stuffed full of scraps of food...with the word recycle carved into it, well no one was there yet he could find himself a bite to eat out of it, it was unlikely Acylius or his butler would serve him anything but what came from here anyway right.

Lifting the lid he didn’t even flinch at the smell, he’d eaten from worse places after all, Black Hat had been about to reach a hand in when he heard someone clearing their throat at the door way, he froze, was this it the thing that would get him turned out now, he was only taking food no longer wanted…his fingers stretched then curled, hand falling back by his side and waited.

“Sir, if Acylius saw you eating from the bins it would upset him greatly…”

Cruentus walked up by his side briskly and shut the lid

“Why because I was stealing something no longer wanted?”

Hat returned looking up at Cruentus, his gaze defiant and shoulders drawn back, he was not ashamed of finding food where he could when he needed it.

“No, because the thought he’d let you starve or feel you would ever go without food here would mortify him.”

Hat blinked as he listened to the hellhounds sombre tone, well that was unexpected

“Oh and why is that?”

It looked as if the butler had wanted to tell but his maw was kept shut on the matter shaking his head

“That is not my story to tell, perhaps the master will tell you eventually himself…now what do you want for breakfast.”

“I doubt you would give me anything with bacon.”

Hat replied looking away…this place was odd indeed.

“Do you want it thick cut? Smoked or not? Crispy or not?”

Cruentus inquired walking past him again and tied on his apron

“Th-there’s more than one way to have it?” Hat answered completely lost at that answer

“I see, I will make you a whole selection then, I assure you the master would want you to be able to learn what you like, though be warned he might pinch a piece of the crispy bacon.”

Cruentus laughed setting out the frying pans.

Pinch a piece of food from someone else’s plate? A Legion demon would never do such a thing, not a high class creature like Doctor Flug, no…it wasn’t possib- and then he saw the tall, long legged demon entering the room, scratching at his head, wearing grey sweat pants and a jumper to match, looking nothing like the being he’d met yesterday, adorned with a five o clock shadow, his hair not even brushed and fluffy slippers.

Hat stood there, slack jawed as Acylius yawned, fangs bared a moment and then just looking sleepy but happy

“Good morning Black Hat, I trust you slept well?”

Damn it his voice was that deep soft rumbling gravel …he could have read him the phone book and his ears would have perked up just to listen to each soothing syllable that left those scarred lips.

(I described it once as being like James Spader’s voice you might know the voice of Ultron from age of ultron or Alucard from Hellsing)

Of course the first thing to come out of Hat’s mouth was not exactly the appropriate answer as he sputtered

“Is this!? I mean is this how you usually live?!”

Cruentus bit his lip; forcing back the laugh that swelled within his chest, ohhhh apparently this little creature was in for a wakeup call if Hat thought he was living with a snobby demon indeed!

Acylius looked at him then opened the cupboard pulling out something akin to the lucky charms cereal only in this world it had little devils and demons and pentagons all pastel coloured

“Not when I have certain guests over, after all some demons will not see you unless you put on airs, a display that you are high class, boring stuff really if you ask me.”

He shrugged pulling now the milk from the fridge and was about to drink from the carton

“Boy, what have I told you about doing that? Don’t make me tap your ears young man.”

Cruentus pointed the tongs at him that he used to turn the bacon in the pan, snapping them at him.

Acylius’s ears went down as he smiled sheepishly, cheeks tinting pink

“Sorry Papa, I know it’s a bad habit.”

Did Doctor Flug’s butler just reprimand him, was Flugs Butler his father….what the huh?

Hat shook his head, what in all of hell what going on, standing up straight he looked up at them

“I am a guest here you could at least treat me as such, I have done my best to be proper like the rich are and…”

Acylius loomed over him, looking much like those silhouette pictures you see in animations when they’re going for the threatening look

“Is this what you want Amadeus for me to look down on you, I do not take kindly to my guests, they know visiting me and one wrong word can put them in poor favour with me…”

His eyes glowed white there was not colour in them and in that mass of black his smile grew and grew, showing off bright white fangs thin and needle like, another one appeared and another all of them speaking as he prodded him

“IS this what you want Amadeus, for me to be the monster they expect me to be?”

Cruentus raised a brow, oh so Hat liked what he saw before him did he, it was pretty obvious with how transfixed he was.

Amadeus pulled off his hat and played with it in his hands letting it fall below the waist, doing his best to subtly hide something that showed he enjoyed seeing this darker side of Acylius, Cruentus of course only shook his head and continued on the bacon, oh lord he could see how this was going to go eventually anyway.

Acylius froze, cat ears, fluffy black cat ears …Amadeus had, he wanted to touch them so much, to run his claws over them and nuzzle into the soft fur, his display disappeared, back into the grey sweats and dishevelled hair, cereal and milk in his hands and then the softest look that made Hat want to reach out and touch his face and let him know everything would be alright.

“I am sorry if I frightened you Amadeus…but you are not a guest you are a housemate and I want you to know you can be relaxed here in this place in your home if you so wish it to be your home.”

He turned and went to sit at the table about to pour milk into the box of cereal when Cruentus placed a bowl and spoon in front of him

“Stop that I know you’re just trying to be this extra lazy to vex me.”

Cruentus chuckled tapping the top of his head

“Perhaps I am, but you like knowing I still want you to do little things for me now and again Papa.”

“What kind of Father would I be if I were not there for my son hmm?”

Cruentus answered affectionately before going off to serve up the bacon.

Hat, was still standing shifting on his feet.

“Can I sit to?”

Cruentus came along with the plate and literally picked hat up by the back of the neck right where he knew he’d turn into a kitten and curl up completely compliant

“Dumbass he said you’re a house mate you can sit whenever you want.”

He sat him on the seat across from Acylius and set the plate down

“Bon appetit Amadeus, being welcomed to stay in the home by Acylius is honestly a rare thing…very rare.”

“Cruentus, can you please not do that again, I abhor when that is done to me.”

Hat ground out between clenched teeth, hands balled up into fists and ears laid back, his hat sitting on his lap, the problem he’d had was now gone, placing his hat back on, he expected Cruentus to snap at him or punish him…after all he was still…a…a sewer rat to everyone who wasn’t one of his kind…there was no reason for these demons to treat him like he…mattered.

“My apologies Amadeus, I should not have been so forward in my actions, I will not do that again.”

Hat only grumbled and started munching on the bacon using his fingers to pick it up

“Fork, Amadeus and knife if you want to start appearing proper in front of polite company.”

“Yes sir.”

“My name is Acylius, not sir, master or Doctor Flug behind closed doors and out of the ears of others, I suppose if it makes you comfortable you can call me Flug if you do not feel on a first name basis with me.”

“Really, that is a little too personal do you not think Doctor Flug?”

Black Hat sneered, after all was that not the way of the rich, to act better, to be Impersonal.

“Honestly at this rate I will leave as your actions have been highly disappointing and not what I expected of a Legion demon such as yourself.”

Was he doing it right, was he acting like the higher class do?

The room fell silent, a fist hitting the table making the cutlery rattle

“Amadeus Black Hat, you will not talk to him like that, what are you going to do? Return to living in motel rooms, drifting from place to place to be used like a toy, the next house you go into you will not come out of…except through the sewers as faecal matter.”

Acylius placed a hand on Cruentus’s arm; his father huffed and turned away

“The higher ups out there, most of them couldn’t give two shit’s they would sooner kill you…if I had not arrived Amadeus when I did …it would literally be a matter of moments before their assassins ascended on you and left your corpse in the street…”

The legion demon poked at his cereal, it’d gone soggy now and honestly he’d lost his appetite

“I’ve assigned you as my being, by law and the ways of a Legion this means they cannot touch you but only when I am with you or Cruentus is with you…I promised myself I would never do that, but I know what you are trying to do and I have already been trying to help the cause.”

Hat’s breath stilled, those eyes the way they changed hues of blue fleeting through emotions, assigned himself, he’d already been helping what did that mean he would ask soon it was clear the doctor was not done

“Amadeus outside of this home I now belong to you in their eyes like a pedigree dog, it’s what they see Legion demons as, they must treat us at least with respect and some kindness if they do not want their fortune to fall, but in this home. I am what I have always been, Acylius Flug the Free Legion, those who are on our side will know this, but I am going to use my ridiculously high class to teach you to be a refined villain and to be like them if you so wish to be a monster.”

Ah so that was what assigned meant, to be his …good luck charm to be the reason the dice fell in his favour so to speak, he’d given up his freedom in a sense for him…

“Amadeus’s I would tell you to take your elbows off the table as it is considered rude but in this place I am going to live my life as I wish to, as I want to, I only want to run a quiet little coffee shop , perhaps find a partner and live a quieter life…”

Acylius leaned back and placed his feet on the table and Amadeus’s looked along the length of those legs, holy …they were long.

“How did you find me?”

Amadeus asked quietly.

Acylius pulled a cigarette from nowhere, his thumb lighting up with a blue flame to light it, it was not a thing humans could inhale, despite it‘s sweet lavender scent, scratching lightly at his stubble he took a drag and let the taste settle on his tongue and the warmth of the smoke swirl within his lungs before exhaling, they were also not toxic but used as a relaxant with nothing that could cause harm.

“You were not exactly subtle about your notions, you let too many of the wrong ears hear your plans, your thoughts about inequality, there is always a high caste group who will detest such on goings and try to keep what they consider balance, to them you’re dangerous Amadeus…the thought that could get your kind to rise up if they feel there is reason and hope to.”

He paused again to take another puff

“Your kind were not always in the sewers, but I have not uncovered much of your history but I see you as a kindred spirit, both wanting better for our kind, I do not expect you to help my cause, but I ask one thing, if you do become some great overlord that over throws them…free the Legions from the contracts they are bound to, let them always have free choice to leave if they so desire to…once bound we cannot be freed unless our assigned master allows it.”

“I give you my word Flug, if you can truly help me, and mean what you are offering I will do what you ask…and I…I am sorry, I have had the idea all high people were the same even in their homes I forget that even those who reign in gold palaces have hearts…and own personal problems…do you all hide behind those marble masks of cold in public?”

Hat replied, offering out a piece of bacon, after all Cruentus had said Acylius did like pinching off other people’s plates and it’d seemed the doctor had gone off his cereal, it was a crispy piece so far his favourite of the lot but he wanted to share it with him.

Hat’s heart raced as their finger tips came in contact and Acylius actually took the piece and thanked him for it before proceeding to munch on it happily

“Thank you Black Hat, I can only hope you will stand to that promise, I have willingly pledged my life to you…and to answer your question, most of them do not wear emotional masks they are just that up their own ass and that cold…perhaps you have seen me around before…”

With a wave of his hand his face was cleaned up and hair tidied as well as scars hidden away he pulled a face one would expect a cold creature to pull.

“Oh dear lord you’re the one Vincent would not stop going on about…I remember him constantly talking about you, literally has a shrine of you in his bedroom…he let me stay one night after I fixed his coat for him.”

“Bah that daft obsessed Rabbit demon, often I have thought of putting him in a racing track and letting hounds chase after him, I wonder how he would feel about me then.”

He let the illusion fade and returned back to his dishevelled state letting a ring of smoke drift Hat’s way, the angle he was at made it circle the rough top hat perfectly, his ears perked up

“Ahh yes there it is, your organization shall be called Black Hat Organization, Evil is our business, and business is good!”

With a flick of his wrist a white card stood between two finger tips, he tossed it to Amadeus who caught it and saw the image, a silhouette of a top hat and a black ring with the business name under it.

“Now before we start any kind of business I will need to train and guide you and awaken such powers within you, not even you could imagine.”

End of Flash back

End of segment three

THIS PART ENDED UP GETTING SO LONG I'LL HAVE TO MAKE A SEGMENT FOUR BUT IT'S ALL TYPED UP SO NO WAITING TIME ❤️

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Psycho Analysis: Count Dracula

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

So, in all my time doing Psycho Analysis, there have been a few villainous characters that, while extremely obvious, have such large and daunting scopes that it seems a bit scary to think I could accurately analyze them. Characters like Disney’s Pete or Bowser come to mind. Both are obvious 11s, but where to even begin with them? And that is a similar problem I faced with the villain who is arguably the single most important foe to ever grace fiction: Count Dracula.

How on Earth is one supposed to talk about a character who has spanned so much media and has remained an enduring fixture of pop culture for over a century? The guy has been in movies, comics, books, video games, plays, cartoons, musicals, songs… and he hasn’t even been a villain in all of them! How does one talk about such a villain with such a broad, all-encompassing scope?

The obvious answer is, of course, to talk about him in a broad sense and how he has affected culture, of course! This one’s going to be a little different than usual since I’m focusing more on the concept of Dracula than one single version, so there’s a lot of Dracula’s to go over here:

Performance: Throughout the years, Dracula has had many actors take a shot at him, though I think the finest takes are courtesy of Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee. The former is basically what cemented Dracula as a sexy, Gothic horror icon, changing the far less attractive man from the book into a seductive monster that would color numerous adaptations after. Lee’s take brings the sexy, but is also far more violent and monstrous, mostly because Hammer horror films were all about that bright red blood, so gotta have someone spill it all!

If you’re looking for more flamboyant, hammy Draculas, Richard Roxbourg of Van Helsing and Duncan Regehr of The Monster Squad have you covered, playing Dracula at his most deliciously, monstrously evil. However, the hammiest (and thus most amazing) Dracula was Michael Guinn’s take in Symphony of the Night, with the entire opening exchange between him and Richter Belmont being a testament to the joys of chewing the scenery.

More comedic takes on Dracula have popped up over the years, with the most notable ones being Adam Sandler’s lovable, fatherly take on the character in the Hotel Transylvania films and Phil LaMarr’s performance on Billy and Mandy, where he plays a ridiculous, possibly senile version of Dracula who is abrasive and hilarious in equal measure.

Basically, when it comes to Dracula, you can easily find any sort of performance to suit your needs and give you what you’re looking for.

Best Scene: Over the years, Dracula has had a great many fantastic moments under his belt, so many fantastic scenes and boss battles… but for my money, the single greatest moment Dracula has ever been in is the opening battle of Symphony of the Night. Just watch this cheesy melodrama unfold and try and disagree with me:

Though, of course, his death in the animated series sure is a contender:

Best Quote: From the above scene, we have “What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets!” among moany other meme-worthy bits of dialogue from Dracula. 

On the subject of Castlevania, from the TV show we have Dracula at his most tragic and pitiable, especially when he delivers these fantastically tragic lines like “ It's your room... My boy... I'm- I'm killing my boy... Lisa... I'm killing our boy. We painted this room. We... made these toys. It's our boy, Lisa... your greatest gift to me... and I'm killing him. I must already be dead.” and “Your greatest gift to me... and I'm killing him." as he does battle with his son, Alucard.

Then of course, we have the legendary moment from The Monster Squad where Dracula drops any pretense and starts strangling a little girl, screaming in her face "Give me the amulet, you bitch!" It’s so deliciously, horrendously evil!

Final Thoughts & Score: It’s very strange to think of how much all of fiction owes Dracula. The original book invented a lot of traits (the lack of reflection being one) and popularized others (such as shapeshifting and weakness to garlic), but at the same time also predates a lot of things modern vampire fiction takes for granted. The Dracula of the book has no weakness to sunlight and gets younger as he drinks blood, starting as an old man; in fact, Dracula in the book is entirely lacking in the Gothic sex appeal that almost every adaptation of the character after would give him. He was also not very seductive, instead outright attacking women if he wasn’t hypnotizing them. Hell, he wasn’t even explicitly Vlad the Impaler in the books!

More than any other villain I’ve covered so far, Dracula is truly deserving of an 11/10. Even Count Orlok owes him a debt, seeing as Nosferatu was just a blatant ripoff. Hell, aside from villains from old mythology, I don’t think any villain can lay claim to the sort of scope Dracula has, having forever altered vampire fiction even as certain elements of him become lost in translation.

But what of some of his other incarnations over the years? How do they fare in terms of score? Well, I’m certainly not going to be incredibly thorough and list every Dracula ever, but here are a few I’ve encountered:

Obviously it’s unfair to give the Bela Lugosi incarnation anything less than an 11/10, mainly because this is the Dracula who pretty much inspired most other interpretations of Dracula after him. He’s suave, Gothic, attractive in that dark and mysterious way… it’s no wonder Lugosi’s Dracula became such an iconic fixture of cinema. Then we have the other classic Dracula, Christopher Lee’s take. I think he’s only a 10/10 because I feel like Lee’s tenure is a bit more overlooked and Lugosi tends to supplant him in terms of iconic status.

Castlevania as a franchise is specifically built qround defeating Dracula as the heroic Belmont clan or some adjacent vampire hunter. So you’d better hope that the big bad and master of the magical castle the game takes place in is impressive, right? Well he most certainly is; while he’s not completely fleshed out in every appearance he has some, like his iconic portrayal in Symphony of the Night, really help sell the idea this incarnation of Dracula is a rather tragic villain, though at other times in the series he seems to revel in being a monster far more than that interpretation would allow. Notably, the Castlevania show went with the more tragic approach to great effect, with Graham McTavish delivering a fantastic performance that swings from being genuinely terrifying to hauntingly emotional (just watch the scene where he breaks down upon fighting Alucard and realizing he’s killing his own son). Both game (in a broad sense) and show Dracula get a 10/10, for different reasons.

Duncan Regehr portrayed the Dracula in The Monster Squad, and it is quite obvious he’s having a hell of a time. He’s just wonderfully hammy, and he might be one of the most evil Draculas ever seeing how he called a little girl a bitch and tried to slaughter children with dynamite. This one’s a 9/10 for sure. I honestly think he’s the best take on the character, but his movie is sadly too obscure to really give him that push to being a truly iconic portrayal. He just captures the menace and charisma of Dracula so well, it’s a shame more people don’t know about him.

Van Helsing had a Dracula, played to hammy perfection by Richard Roxburgh. Say what you will about the rest of the film, but any Dracula movie that features evil bat monster Dracula fighting fallen angel werewolf Hugh Jackman in a battle to the death over Frankenstein’s atomic heart is worth at least an 8/10. For a more minor role, we have the Dracula who appeared in the blaxploitation classic Blacula. While he only appears for a bit at the start, long enough to curse an African prince with vampirism and dub him “Blacula,” this Dracula firmly cements himself as one of the most evil Draculas ever, gleefully participating in the slave trade. I believe that’s another 8/10 right there. On a related note, Blacula serves as a chief inspiration to the Billy and Mandy incarnation of Dracula, who is a cranky old black man with a big mustache and lots of sass (in fact, he’s accidentally closer to the original book’s depiction than most other Draculas). Sadly, as a more neutral chaotic comedic figure, I can’t give him a rating, but boy is he a riot.

Scooby-Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf features a more comedic and zany Dracula, one who participates in some good-old-fashioned Wacky Races cheating in an attempt to keep Shaggy as a werewolf forever. He’s mostly amusing for a oneshot villain, so I’d say 7/10 is fair. Speaking of oneshot villains, Dracula also showed up in an animated straight to video movie for The Batman, where he did things such as turn Joker into a vampire and get killed by Batman. He’s probably a 7/10 as well.

And then there are all the heroic takes on Dracula, such as the version from Dracula Untold or the “overbearing but endearing father” take on the character from the Hotel Transylvania movies (though that rap Adam Sandler does at the end of the first movie is pretty heinous).

And this is not an extensive list by any means. There are so many Draculas I haven’t watched yet, so many different takes I haven’t read the adventures of. And that, I think, is what makes Dracula such a great villain. He is a character who any writer can bend and shape to fit a plot, a villain who can serve almost any purpose and who can fit in almost any fantasy story imaginable. Dracula is incredibly versatile, and whenever he shows up in a work, things almost always get better for a bit. And keep in mind, this is a character who has been around since the year 1897, and yet he is still a household name that even people who have never read the books or seen the movies can accurately describe and recognize.

Is Count Dracula the greatest villain in all of human history? It’s debatable for sure, but I don’t think there’s any denying he’s up there considering his scope and influence and how he helped mold modern vampire fiction into what it is today. If nothing else, Dracula is still wildly influential.