#i’m not making a watch tag for this I don’t give a fuc

[ruscha]

dr who is like….. really bad sometimes ??

[mochinomnoms]

say you can't sleep, baby, I know

NSFW!Trey x Reader

Synopsis

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to rile him up, right? He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. Trey used to pride himself on his levelheadedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece. “Happy Birthday Trey~”

[wc} - 5,258

[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader (im sorry folks it's all i know how to write still), NRC is a university in this, domesticity kink, birthday sex, breeding kink (sue me), oral (giving & receiving), trey can be a little mean as a treat

[notes] - i apologize for the person i've become after seeing trey's new b-day card. it does things to me and this is 100% self-indulgent for me. also, tried to use very neutral descriptors for reader so tell me how that went and if it reads well! lastly, the outfit the reader wears is based on sabrina carpenter's outfits from her short n' sweet tour, specifically the baby doll one!

Written while listening to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter, I recommend listening to it while reading :)

Let’s consider exactly the type of person Trey is.

Ever since he’s started school at NRC, he’s always taken a bit of a parental role in Heartslabyul, even before he became vice housewarden. Even Cater would joke about it when they first became friends:

“You’re, like, a total big bro! O-M-G, no! You’re like a dad friend! I’m totes willing to bet that the incoming freshmen are gonna slip up! Call you Dad or something!”

Evidently, when Riddle came into the picture and Trey was appointed his vice, Cater was proven right. He didn’t mind it too much, despite what others might think. 

He liked the familiarity of it, being the oldest at home, it translated well into his position at Heartslabyul, and it came with the added bonus of being able to minimize any chaos that arose. 

That was his main goal, especially with Riddle’s temper during his freshman and at the beginning of his sophomore year. Honestly, he had phenomenal conflict resolution skills, and he just wanted to make his life as easy as possible. 

Everyone at this school liked to make that difficult, though, especially the freshmen of this year.

“Oh fu—I mean sh—dam—fuc—shi—FIDDLESTICKS!”

“Dude, just say fuck, why you gotta say the corniest shit—OW—Treyyy! Deuce hit me!”

Deuce had a guilty look on his face as Trey looked up from his notebook to raise a brow at the two.

“W-well, Ace cussed, so he has to put money in the swear jar!”

“Aw what! Come on Trey!” Ace whined, shoving Deuce’s face to the side as the latter grunted and started pulling at his cheeks and arm. “Riddle’s not here, he’ll never know, so I don’t gotta! Don’t make me!”

Trey simply smirked and gestured to the jar on the fireplace mantle, helpfully available to everyone in the lounge. 

“You know the rules, bud, two thaurmarks for the f-bomb and a .50 cent for the other.”

Ace tossed his head back and groaned, begrudgingly dragging himself over to the jar as he dug around his pocket for change.

“Don’t be rude to your father, Ace.” A few giggles and snorts vibrated amongst the small group studying in the lounge as you wagged a finger at Ace, Grim squinting angrily at the book in your lap. 

Your lips quivered as you hid a laugh, jokingly chastising the ginger. 

“No need to be a brat.”

Trey had to withhold a snort at that comment, rich coming from you. He knew better than anyone that you could be as much of a brat as you were another parental figure.

“Oh ha-ha, very funny, Prefect. What, does that make you, Mom or Dad 2?” Ace stuck his tongue out at you as you grinned and focused back on Grim. 

“Okay Grimmy, so remember, what alchemy recipes need mandrake root?”

Watching from the corner of his eye, Trey watched fondly as you murmured soft words to Grim. It reminded him of his Mom talking to his siblings after a nightmare, or of his Dad after one of them would get hurt in the kitchen. 

Soft, soothing, parental. You’d make an excellent parent one day. 

Trey felt himself get warm at the thought, adjusting himself in his seat and looking back at his musicology notes. He couldn’t sing very well, but he can memorize notes, and that’s what the upcoming exam was focused on. 

That’s what he needed to focus on, not the way you cradled Grim against you like a parent with their child. Focus on his alchemy flashcards, and not the way you cleaned up the mess on the table so you could bring everyone a tray of snacks he’d prepared earlier that day. Focus on the history textbook in front of him, and not the way you cleaned up the lounge as it got later and later.

It wasn’t fair. It was so unfair how well you fell into the role. Cleaning and humming, one of his spare aprons on you as you wiped down the tables of crumbs and stacked a pile of dishes. It was unfair how sweetly you murmured to the few remaining students, and told them to go to bed and rest up. 

They obliged, probably half asleep at this rate, since it was an hour until midnight. Ace and Deuce had retired a while ago, the latter leaning on the former as they haphazardly stumbled to their room. 

Riddle had dropped by after his housewarden meeting, satisfied by the study group, but ultimately stuck to his very strict evening routine. 

Now it was just you two. Even Grim had been tugged along with Ace and Deuce earlier, not unlike a rag doll slung over their shoulders. 

“Trey? Honey, when are you going to sleep? It’s almost midnight.” His eyes fluttered tiredly as he felt your hands slide over his shoulders and a kiss pressed against his temple.

He felt warm again, heat pooling in his belly. You were so unfair. 

“You should go to bed soon, come on, I’ll take care of you.”

He can think of a few ways you could ‘take care’ of him. 

“It’s fine, why don’t you get Grim and head back to Ramshackle? Curfew is in 30 minutes, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, sighing into his ear, making a tingle go down his spine.

“Okay, but please go to bed soon? I left you a little birthday surprise in your bedroom~”

Trey perked up at that, eyeing your mischievous grin as you waved your fingers goodbye, going down the hallway to the dorms to grab Grim.

To be honest, he’d forgotten that his birthday was tomorrow, he’d been so focused on his midterms that it just slipped his mind. Well, he can’t say he’s not excited to see what you got him, especially since you’d been not too subtly probing him for preferences.

He groaned, running his hands over his face and sighing, heavy and exhausted.

“Ugh, just a bit more and I’ll retire for the night.” Trey reassured himself, eyes straining as he looked between the books in front of him. 

The words on the papers blurred after a bit, the sound of the grandclock lulling him further into sleep, his head nodding off until a ping from his phone started him awake.

It was Cater, his Magicam user popping up on his screen. 

cay-cay_diamond: hbd trey!! 🥳🎉🎉🎉grats on being an old man now!

Blinking at the clock, Trey realized that it was now a few minutes past midnight, so it was technically his birthday. He’s lucky that Riddle followed his own sleep schedule so rigorously, or else he’d be getting a scolding for breaking curfew.

luckyclover: Old? I’m only like 4 months older than you cay-cay_diamond: yeah. old. cay-cay_diamond: anyways! enjoy the gift in ur room!!! i helped (name) pick out the wrapping 😘😘😘

Trey hummed, a small smile on his face as he imagined the two of you bickering over wrapping paper and messily wrapping up a box with a bow. You did seem very excited for him to find it earlier, maybe you two picked something out together. 

He was curious on what exactly you got him and why you hadn’t waited to give it to him at his actual birthday party. And why did you need Cater to help you…you’d always shoo him away when he’d tried helping you with gifts for other’s birthdays. 

Stacking his books into his left hand and walking towards the junior dorm rooms, Trey looked at his phone as it pinged again. 

cay-cay_diamond: on that topic thooo…u should rly go 2 ur room and get ur present! the poor thing! they’ve been w8ing very patiently 4 u~ luckyclover: Waiting? (Name)??? cay-cay_diamond: 🤭🤫😉

Trey sighed, shaking his head and tucking his phone away and digging out his room keys. It was times like these, deep into the night, when he was thankful for having his own room. He felt a bit bad now, you probably fell asleep in his bed waiting for him. 

Though, the thought of you clutching one of his pillows, maybe in one of his sweaters to keep warm, made him smile. Then he could come in, gently take your clothes and shoes off to get you more comfortable, and dress down himself to slip in right behind you.

As he finally managed to get to his room, he heard shuffling as he turned the keys. Trey smirked, noticing that only his rose lamp remained on, and all the drapes to his canopy were now closed. 

He could just barely make out the shadow of you moving behind them, hearing you gasp and the bed squeak, making him let out a soft laugh under his breath.

“You’re breaking curfew, you should be asleep you know? You're such a troublemaker sometimes.” Trey teased you as placed his books on his desk, tossing his hat onto its stand and slipping his shoes off to throw them into his wardrobe and grab his slippers. 

He yawned, the late night really starting to sink into his body as he started undressing, his jacket and vest getting hung back up in the closet as he worked on his sash and unbuttoning his pants.  

“Only like a third of the time!” You whined, the bed softly squeaking as you followed his movements behind the canopy. “Besides, I really wanted to give you your present. Don’t you want to unwrap me?”

Trey paused at the purr in your voice, narrowing his gaze as he saw your hand ever so slightly move the curtain at the end of the bed to peek at him. You were still mostly shrouded in darkness, but there was a very soft glow coming from inside the canopy, so he could just barely make out your mischievous smile.

Though, you quickly frowned, eyeing him up and down out of concern. 

“Not if you’re too tired though, you have bags under your eyes, Trey. Do you just wanna go to sleep?”

Giving you a weary smile, Trey finally tossed his sash to the side and reached for the curtains, pushing them to the side to finally take a look at your “mysterious” present. 

“In a bit, let me see what you got me…”

Trey’s breath hitched, he suddenly felt very wide awake as his eyes roamed up and down your body. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see that you set up string lights along the top of the canopy for ambiance, making you look like you were almost glowing. Though it wasn’t that that made him lose his voice. 

You were sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs curled underneath you, dressed in the most darling sage-green, sheer baby doll dress. The dress's puffy sleeves and hem were lacy, matching the lace on the stockings. 

Holy shit you were wearing stockings.

“Ha, I wanted to surprise you, I thought you could use a stress reliever.”

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

“I should’ve realized that you’d be tired from studying for midterms, sorry.”

You're trying to rile him up, right?

“But, still, do you like it? I wrapped myself up just for you~”

He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. To behave.

“In any case,” You shifted onto your knees, the dress splitting in the middle, the only thing keeping it together being a small bow at the base of your neck, revealing the lack of undergarments, just your bare skin underneath. “Even if you’re too tired and just want to sleep, I just wanted to say…”

Trey leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, batting your eyelashes and ghosting your lips over his with a teasing smile. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, a thumb rubbing soothing circles, making him melt. 

“Happy Birthday Trey~”

It’s now that he noticed that you even added a gloss to your lips, and he could smell the warm perfume on your neck as you pressed your lips to his, tongue swiping over his mouth, asking for permission to enter. Obliging, Trey sighed into the kiss and tangled his tongue with yours, his hands slipping underneath the baby doll and squeezing at your waist.

He really should go to sleep. He has to wake up early for the party. He has to dress in his birthday robes. He has to make sure that the others don’t burn down the kitchen or damage his expensive bakeware as they made his cake. 

But the way your skin felt under his gloved hands, skin meeting skin, lace, skin, and lace again.

How could he be expected to sleep now?

Trey used to pride himself on his level headedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece.

Humming in delight against your mouth, Trey slid his hands down, as you curled into his body in response, and squeezed at the fat of your thighs before picking you up. 

A yelp left your mouth as he picked you up and tossed you up the bed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it behind him as he crawled on top of you.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he saw the way the dress fell open to expose your body, your chest moving up and down as you watched him with a giddy smile. 

“Oh! I guess you’re not that tired—ah!”

You gasped as Trey grabbed your calves, tugging you up to place the back of your knees on his shoulders. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your right thigh, smirking against the lace. 

“I was tired. I should be asleep,” Trey murmured against your stocking laced skin, pressing kisses as he went farther and farther down. “Resting—kiss—Up—kiss—but no.”

He gave you a half-hearted glare, which you responded with a smile and lacing your hands through his hair as he pressed another kiss to the bend where your thigh met your sex. 

“You broke curfew, you wanted to keep me up with your little ‘present’, you know I’d get in trouble for hiding you out in my room.”

Trey gave you a bite on your thigh, groaning as he felt your hands tighten in his hair, moving back to press a soothing kiss to the mark he left.

“Are you trying to get me in trouble? Throw me in the doghouse?”  “Cause I’ll make sure you come right with me, after a little taste of my birthday treat.”

The same time he ran his tongue up your sex, Trey could feel you shiver and pull on his hair as he ate you feverishly, like a man starved from food or water for ages. 

“Mmm! Trey!” You threw your head back, bringing one hand up to slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, the walls here weren’t known to be sound-proof. 

He should probably care a bit more, especially when you let out a particularly high-pitched squeal as his tongue began fucking into your hole. 

“Trey! Oooh, Trey~” 

Bringing a finger to join his tongue, Trey smiled against your skin as you squeezed your thighs around his head, using his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to palm at his dick. 

“Trey—aaaah—wait, let me—mmph—Honey—” You let out a shuddering gasp, pulling his head up from your sex. Trey locked eyes with you, leaning into the hand you slid down to cup his cheek and caress his lower lips, wiping the slick and drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes? Honey?” Removing his hand from inside you to cover your own hand and kiss your palm, Trey smiled and hummed, “I like that, you know, reminds me of a husband coming home to his spouse.”

Pressing kisses up your body, soft and tingly, up your neck, and back to your lips where they belonged.

“Hmm, I really like the sound of that, (Name) Clover.” You murmured against his lips, smiling as you wrapped a leg around his waist to bring his dick closer to your sex, rubbing against him as you both sighed into each other’s mouths. 

“Is that what you want? You want me to be a cute little spouse? Dress up in a cute apron? Greet you when you come home from work?”

So focused on the softness of your lips and the wetness sliding against his dick, Trey didn’t even notice you twisting your body to turn him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the back of his pillows as you sat on top with a cheeky grin. 

“Hm? How would my husband want me to welcome him home? A hug? A kiss? Mm, what about…me?” Trey watched you with flushed cheeks as you kissed down his body, mimicking his earlier actions as you helped him tug off the rest of his clothes. 

“Oh, how nice it would be for you to come back to a warm, clean home with a spouse…” Looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick to his tip. “...ready to give soft wet holes for you to fill~”

Giving him a vision into that sweet, sweet future, you swallowed his tip, down his shaft, and started sucking. 

“Haaah—”

Trey lolled his head back into his pillow, letting out a breathless moan as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand working the rest that didn’t fit into your mouth. 

“Fuuuuck. That does sound nice—mmh!” Reaching his hand down, you immediately took one of your hands to lace it with his, squeezing it as you hummed around his cock. 

“My lovely spouse—nnnngh—their pretty mouth—unnnh—soft holes—aaaah—all for me to come home to every day, what a dream~”

A particularly harsh suck made Trey arch his back and squeeze your hand harder, a giggle vibrating his dick as you pulled off. 

“Hehe, is this your way of proposing? Kinda dirty to do it with your dick on my mouth.” You giggled, pressing kisses and quick licks along his shaft. 

“That’s okay though, you and I both know that deep down, you’re a bit of a pervert. Right?”

Trey scoffed, tugging you up with a bemused smile. “Yeah? How can you tell? Thought I hid that pretty well.”

A soft laugh escaping you, you held both of his hands, bringing them up to press kisses on his knuckles, making the green-haired man sigh fondly. 

“The way you look at me sometimes, like you’re undressing me. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, especially when I piss you off.”

Both of you let out a breathless moan as your wetness rubbed against his hard dick, grinding against one another as the tip occasionally caught against your hole, making you shiver. 

“Is it bad that sometimes I wanna get you mad so you’ll fuck me real mean? Is it bad that I want you to use me? To fuck your stress out with me?”

A lump forming in his throat, Trey let go of your hands to pull at the string holding your flimsy baby doll together. Eyes half lidded, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, watching it pool at your elbows as you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your grinding turned into vigorous humping against him, making you both gasp in pleasure. 

“Ooh, Trey, honey, baby, hubby~ Won’t you use me? Be a little mean? Pleeeease? Fuck me, fill me up like I know you want! Pleeeeease Trey? Pretty, pretty please?”

Lips smashed against yours as Trey bolted up, groaning into your mouth as he grabbed your hips in an almost painful grip. 

He picked you up once again, throwing you on all fours, covers tangling against your knees and hands, as he ripped your dress off and tossed it. 

Trey’s left hand placed itself on your hip, while his right pushed down on your back, following up your spine to the base of your neck where he pushed you down to shove your face into the sheets, forcing you into a doggy pose.

“So you do like getting me in trouble, little brat. Fine, I’ll be mean.” 

Trey lined his dick against your throbbing hole, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your ear and moving the hand on your neck to wove with your right, squeezing it reassuringly. 

“Squeeze three times if you need me to stop, otherwise, I’m going to fuck that brain right out of your pretty little head, since you don’t seem to be wanting to use it.”

In one, swift move, Trey slammed his hips to your ass, sinking nearly half his length into your warm, waiting hole. 

“FUCK! YES—MMMPH” Burying your face into the sheets to muffle your cries, Trey did the same into your shoulder, shivering at your tightness around him. 

Setting a rhythm, hips smacking into your ass, Trey worked the rest of his cock into you until he could hear the smack of your ass against his hips, the sound echoing with the creak of the bed.

Your tightness around him was heavenly, as was the sight of you sinking further into the bed and arching your ass to sloppily meet his thrusts. Straightening again, bending your arm back so that your hands could remain intertwined.

His left hand caressed your back and the fat of your behind, before bringing it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his hand in a vice grip, though you also tightened around his cock. 

Rubbing a soothing circle against the reddening skin, slowed his thrusts, making you whine and push against him. 

“Haaah, that okay? Feel good?” Trey murmured, smiling at the frantic nod and wiggle against him. “Want me to keep going?”

“Mmmph... yessshh... mmmore, mmmore... pleeeashh, honey~” Your sounds were muffled as you bit into the blanket, getting higher and higher as he obliged, not one to deny you after all. 

Every other thrust was met with a slap to one cheek, then the other, the skin turning redder and redder with his handprints marking you. The harder he went, the more and more slack you went, until he was eventually just fucking you like his personal toy. 

Though, you did offer yourself as his present, didn’t you? So it was only fair that he got to use his present as he wished, and right now, he wanted to feel you cumming around him. 

Ceasing his smacks, making you whine, Trey instead melded his body against yours, the weight both overwhelming and comforting, as his left hand instead moved to your sex to rub you to completion. 

Trey watched as you gasped for breath, completely burying your head into the bed to muffled your screams as you came around him, trembling and squeezing him. 

The feeling of your walls pulsating around his shaft was becoming dangerously addicting, and he was very greedy for more of that. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close! You can give me another one, right?”

Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, Trey adjusted you so that you sat on his dick, kissing the side of your neck for reassurance as he let go of your hand to quickly slide his arms under your knees. 

From all his years of tossing bags of flour and sugar, from kneading dough, from all the labor he’s done as a baker, picking you up was like child’s play. 

Folding your knees up to your chest so he could hold you, back flush to his chest, was nothing for him. Everything for you, though, your over sensitive hole squeezing down on him again.  

“FUCK! I caaame! Treytreytreytrey—” You dug a hand into his arm, tossing your head back and lolling your tongue out with a dumb, drooly smile on your lips. 

“A-almost there—nngh—just squeeze if I need to stop—I’m so close~”

Smashing his lips against yours for an open mouth, wet kiss, Trey pounded faster into you, determined to feel your walls pulsate again, this time as he filled your insides up like one of his pastries. 

Then, an awful, perverted thought filled his head, like a devil was whispering in his ear. 

Why doesn’t he fill them up with his kids? Don’t stop until his cum is drooling out of their hole, and go again to make up for the lost seed. He already wants them to be his spouse, why not add a few little ones to that picture?

Trey was losing any bit of restraint that he may have had as he was now determined to fullfill his fantasy. Even if you couldn’t do it, magic made anything here possible, and right now is good practice anyway.

“I’m—aaaahhh—I’m gonna come inside, okay? Fill you up, yeah?”

Digging your nails into his skin, you nodded against his mouth and whined. 

“Yessssss! Fill me up! Inside! Gimme a baby Trey! I wanna make you a daaaaddy~”

Squeezing your legs further against your chest, Trey pounded faster and faster, trembling as he reached close and closer to his peak. 

Warmth flooded his body, tingles, and he swears sparks, flying over his skin as he felt you clamp down on him for a third time. 

Your voice squealed higher and higher, any previous attempt to be quiet for naught as you practically screamed.

Trey shuddered as he finally came, cum flooding your warm insides as you went limp in his arms. 

Panting for air, both of you remained still for a minute, the bed feeling stuffy with the curtains still closed. After another minute, Trey pulled you up and off of him, shaky as his now limp dick left your warm, comfortable embrace.

Doing his best to gently place you on the bed, Trey let out a breathless laugh as you collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, blinking your eyes tiredly at the ceiling of the canopy. 

“Haah, sorry, I went too hard there, huh?”

You shook your head, giving him a tired smile and reaching a hand for him, which he took and brought up to kiss. 

“It was good, really, good. You liked your present?”

Snorting and nodding, Trey carefully scooped you up to move your head onto the pillows and gently roll off your garter stocking, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he did. 

“Yeah, I did. Come on, let me get you a shirt.”

You whined as he pulled away, exhaustion starting to steep into him as he tied back the curtains to the canopy to let the stuffiness out. Trey picked up the baby doll he’d tossed earlier, placing it into his wardrobe drawer as he dug out a shirt and sweatpants for himself and a shirt for you.

As he closed the drawer, he noticed your backpack hidden underneath it, digging in it to grab you some underwear. You had packed a pair of pajamas, apparently, but…he’d rather see you in his clothes. 

“Hmm, honey? Come to bed…” You whined, hands reaching out for him impatiently as he slipped on his clothes, crawling over to you and helping you slip your underwear and his shirt on. 

“I’m here, I’m here.”

Trey slowly blinked, eyelids heavy as he scoop you up to place you two under the covers, the soft mattress making him practically become one with the bed and you as you nestled into his chest. 

Your legs tangled with his as Trey wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. He could feel fatigue and sleep quickly taking over him as your voice vibrated against his chest, soft and sleepy. 

“Happy birthday honey, I—yawn—love…you…”

A different kind of warmth, soft and sweet, filled him as he squeezed you tighter against him, murmuring back. 

“I love you too…”

*Riiiing* *Riiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

An irritating, loud noise filled Trey’s ears as he groaned, half-awake as he turned over to smack his hand on his phone, silencing the alarm. 

“Aah…Noisy…hhggh.” Trey groaned, rolling over, careful to not crush you under him to blindly reach for his glasses. 

“Glasses…glasses…ah..”

Plastic and glass finally under his palm, Trey slipped his glasses on his face, ultimately throwing himself back into bed next to you, who’d begun shifting awake.

“Mmm, honey?” 

Grunting in response, Trey threw an arm over his eyes, irritated at the sun seeping through the window into his eyes. 

“Early…”

You chuckled, a yawn escaping you as you decided to move closer and slip a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, pressing kisses into his neck as well. 

“You’re so grumpy in the morning. Come on, you've got a big day ahead.”

“…Ugh, I do?”

Snorting at his response, Trey grunted as he felt you move, peaking under his arm to see you resting on your elbow. You had puffy, dark circles under your eyes from the little sleep you managed to get. 

“Birthdays are a pretty big deal, right?” Smiling at him, Trey squinted an eye and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in protest.

“Ugggh, yeah…”

Hearing you hum, Trey groaned in surprise as he felt you straddle his waist and caress his neck and cheeks, making him remove his arm to blink up at you. 

Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in all sorts of places. The bags under your eyes more noticeable under the night. His shirt dwarfed you. You were a hot mess, all things considered. 

He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, with how cute you were last night, but he thinks you look most beautiful like this. Better than any frilly, skimpy, or tight outfit.

“Come on, Birthday Boy, want me to give you a little pick me up?”

Kissing him with a smile, Trey moaned into the lazy, sloppy morning kiss, tilting his head back as you pressed kissed down his neck, deciding to work on leaving a love bite at the nape of his neck.

Trey’s phone chimed, making him sigh as he reached for it, letting you continue your love bites and kisses, 

Squinting at the few messages, it seemed like a few of his friends and classmates were already sending him birthday wishes. Though, a message from Cater made him blot up, a sudden shock of alertness running down his spine. 

“Ah! Trey, what is it?”

cay-cay_diamond: morning!! happy bday 2 the bday boi again! thought i let u no tht u owe me a favor, had 2 cast a silencing spell on ur roum last nite. totes ruined my beauty sleep! cay-cay_diamond: also i know u got ur lil cutie 2 distract ya, but liek dont b l8 2 ur bday breakfast, grimmy might eat it!

“Shit, we were too loud, Cater had to cast a silencing spell on the room.”

You made an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth, giving Trey an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, but at least you enjoyed it, right?”

Trey smiled, more awake now, and nodded, sharing a sweet kiss with you. 

“Definitely. You might have to consider making your go-to gift for now on, it’s gotta be my favorite one I’ve ever gotten.”

He solidified that statement with one more, firm, assuring kiss with you, before having to leave your sweet dream into the real world. 

At least he could have one part of that dream with him at his side from now on: you. 

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🎃 Halloween Shenanigans 🎃

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: In preparation for October, I wanted to write some small Halloween drabbles that seemed so hilarious in my mind ☺️ ENJOY :) leave any comments and reblog <3

Tags: lame jason makes me giggle, unhinged jason, clingy jason??

Check out Pt. 2 here!

“You can’t be serious.” You eyed Jason up and down, judgement written all over your face.

He stood in his full Red Hood gear, holsters strapped on his legs, helmet shined, and leather jacket worn.

“What? It’s perfect.” He stood up from the edge of the bed, walking closer to you.

“It’s a Halloween event and you’re dressed up as yourself?!” You felt the vein popping up in your head. “I thought you were supposed to keep your identity…oh, I don’t know…hidden?”

“I’ve done it before, no one bats an eye. Heh, ya get it?” Jason chuckles at his accidental lame joke.

You raised an eyebrow, he was not taking any of the concern seriously.

“Sweets, it’s fine. Have you seen how many shitty Robin and Nightwing outfits there are? There’s nothing to worry about.”

—

“You take that back!” Jason pointed a finger at the stranger testing his patience for the night.

“No! Your costume sucks!” A little boy dressed in a Robin costume yelled back at Jason. The small domino mask on his face slowly slipping from his nose the longer he raised his voice. Their difference in height was laughable if it weren’t for Jason arguing with a literal child. “You painted the Red Hood symbol wrong and your jacket sucks too!”

You were feeling a headache itching into your head.

“What?! Kid, I’m the real fuc—“

“Okay! Okay, my friend here has had too much candy for the night.” You yelled louder before Jason could finish his sentence, glaring at him before you turned around back to the young child.

“Friend?!” You heard Jason yell from behind your back as you crouched, he was getting more offended by the second.

“Hush!” You harshly whispered back to your boyfriend.

After you were eye-level with the kid, you promised to let him rummage in your bag of candy. Letting him pick out anything from the selection while Jason paced back and forth murmuring to himself at the disadvantage he was in.

The boy was actually a nice kid as he told you about how his dad helped him sew the costume together. He was yapping away in his excitement as he took one of the full-sized candy bars that you brought to give out to other kids.

“I died and this is what I have to deal with? How about you take a crowbar—“

You swung your head back while the kid was distracted, frowning at the large man behind you. He immediately didn’t finish his thought at your unamused look, but instead settled for crossing his arms across his chest as he glared down the boy still talking to you.

Before the boy left, he told you he had lost his dad before he ended up at your front door.

Once you calmed the kid down and promised to help, Jason followed you out to try to find the boy’s dad, but there was still unsettled tension in the sudden enemies who walked next to you as you searched.

Every time Jason tried to get closer to you, the kid switched sides holding onto your hand, becoming a tiny barrier in between the two of you.

You kept your head forward, not acknowledging the two fighting behind you as the kid stuck out his tongue and Jason subtly trying to whisper back insults.

Once you found the father, you were finally relieved. You were receiving thanks from the boy’s dad before Jason kneeled down to see the boy at eye level. They stared at one another as they seemed to be having a semi-friendly conversation.

You eyed the two while you finished your conversation, not believing them to be suddenly getting along.

“You better watch your back.” Jason quietly talked.

“You’re not scary.” The boy glared, his expression not seen from where you stood.

“What’s wrong with the kids these days?” Jason murmured under is breath. “My gear—costume isn’t lame.”

“It’s lame. You don’t even have your guns. Red Hood has guns.”

With a large sigh from Jason and your side glance burning the side of his head, he gave in as you wondered what the two of them were talking about.

“I’ll buy you a large soda and another big candy bar if you hug me, so I don’t get yelled at later.”

“Two sodas.” The child negotiated.

“You’re pushing it, kid.” In one tilt of his helmet, Jason watched you smile to the man. “Deal.”

When you looked back, the two supposedly bickering enemies were embraced in a friendly hug. You watched in confusion, but the boy’s dad was cooing at how well they got along.

“Say ‘You’re so cool’ and you’ll get two candy bars.” Jason whispered at the side of the boys head while they still hugged.

The kid loudly yells his words, mimicking an excited tone.

“Oh, you two get along so well, thank you for finding my son. You two lovebirds enjoy your night.” The dad left with his son and his large haul of candy and other sweets.

You watched as they walked away in the opposite direction of your home.

The Red Hood standing next to you was surprisingly quiet, no quick remark or other insult.

Before you were about to grab Jason’s waist to turn around, the small figure caught your eye.

While you half held Jason, you watched as the young boy stuck out his tongue in one final jab at the man in your arms.

“You little—I can’t believe that lil’ shit got free candy outta me.” Jason puffed, finally deciding to raise the white flag of surrender.

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face. A gentle laugh leaving you as you couldn’t see your boyfriend pout, but you knew him so well that you could imagine it under the helmet.

You nudged Jason, guiding him into a walk back to your home.

He had squeezed you by the shoulder, letting his arm rest around you and you reciprocated a loose arm around his waist.

“How much money did u lose on the kid?” You grabbed onto his gloved hand hanging in the air, intertwining your fingers. The momentum of your steps pushing you into a leisure stroll.

“$10 and so many snacks. Lil’ fucker knows how to negotiate.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth.

You laughed into the night air, remembering the image of them glaring at one another.

“You met your match tonight, Mr. Red Hood.” You smirked.

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

POCKY DAY (ft. yumi and jade)

warnings: oc x canon, cringey/bad writing, characters may be ooc, floyd leech

divider credit!! || header credit!!

Today was 11/11, pocky day. And today was also the day Yumi was determined to get a kiss from Jade.

“He’s totally gonna kiss you,“ Yu Jie said dryly playing with the folds on her dress. “It’s not like Jade is a conniving merman who’s parents are probably in the mafia. Wait no! That’s exactly what it is.“

Yumi rolled her eyes puffing out her cheeks, “Yu Jie can’t you atleast try to encourage me???“

Yu Jie looked blankly up at her and simply said, “No.“

“HMPF! Yu Jie was no help..“ Yumi muttered to herself walking down a hallway, accidently bumping into someone.

Floyd Leech, ’Wait he’s Jades brother!! He’ll of course have some tips to kiss Jade!! Without Jade knowing I like-like him!!“ Yumi thought triumphantly (unfortunatley she was wrong).

“Ehhhh!??? Watch wher- PomPom Crabbie?? Hai!!!“ He immediatly chwnged his tunes giving Yumi a tight squeeze, “H-hai Floyd!!“ She giggled before grimacing “Could ya let me go, you’re kind of... breaking my bones.“

“Oh.“ He pouted a little before sighing and letting her go. “Ehh I wasn’t feelin’ it anyway“

He started walking away but Yumi managed to catch up to him. “Wait! WAIT!“ She huffed, jogging to catch up to him.

“????“ He turned around sneering at her, “Ehh??? Whadya want??“

“Huff D-do you know good ways to-to uh..“ She fiddled with her thumbs, letting hair strands fall over her face. “Spit it out already.“ He grumbled, frowning.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE JADE KISS ME“ She blurted before smacking her mouth shut, feeling her face heat up. “....“

“....“

“...I’m out.“

“WAIT FLOY-“

“Ugh... I geuss it will never happen...“ Yumi moped, pitying herself sitting inside the campus gardens, placing herself ona bench

“Yumi?“ a firm hand clasped onto her shoulder.

“WHA-“ She quickly fell off the bench, surprised by whoever touched her.

It was Jade. IT WAS JADE.

’JJDXEHFUDWDIFYUGIBWDYFUEXIWDGUEBYFYIN, CALM DOWN YUMI’ She reprimanded herself, feeling her face flush at the close proximity they had around eachother.

The teal haired male, tilted his head and smiled, “Oh Yumi! I heard you were looking for me?“

Yumi’s internal reaction.

“Whaaaaa- No way!!! HAHAHAHA“ She waved him off, “Uhh As if!! Totally!! Yeah hehe“

“Really? Well I heard you wanted a.. kiss from me.“ He smiled and- was that a blush? Nope. Yumi must have been over-thinking it.

“Well today is 11/11...“ Jade muttered, shuffling around to sit next to Yumi. He lightly held on to her hand and looked her in the eyes. She widened her eyes ’WHAT THE FREAK IS HAPPENING’.

“Today is Pocky Day...“ He trailed of his sentence as if waiting for Yumi to do something, say something.

’Pocky Day... POCKY DAY!’ Yumi short-circuted. “Oh yeah haahah!!!“ She rubbed the back of her head messing up her head slightly.

“And look!“ Jade mock-gasped “It appears I have some pocky here! How lucky...“ He smiled showing his sharp teeth, putting one pocky in his mouth and

“Hhehe yeah lucky...“ She instictively leaned in closer, before backing up slightly. “You don’t have to back away...“ Jade remarked, noticing her backing away.

Yumi perked up and shut her eyes tightly, leaning up and... biting the pocky.

She quickly got up and ran off civering her face, ’AHHHH THAT WAS SO EMBARRASING!!! EW EW EW EW EWWWWW!!!’

Jade looked at where Yumi was before she ran off and smiled fondly.

Not noticing two people behind the bushes judging them...

+BONUS

“Eww what are they doing,“ Floyd said watching Yumi and Jade from the bushes.

“Yay that’s really gross...“ Yu Jie said appearing beside Floyd, “AGH WHAT THE FUC-“

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Gun+Goo x Reader: Amusement Park

Anon request

The junkyard is a place of solace for Gun Park. It’s where he’s allowed to just be. And because it’s a place that he regards as a home, Jonggun has let very few people know about it save from two close associates; you and Joongoo. However, as he jolts awake from the noise of a bickering pair of rats, he wonders if he should’ve been silent about his main place of residence.

“Out.”

You and Goo turn around to see a disheveled Gun pointing at the door.

“Gun!” the blonde perks up, running towards the disgruntled man.

“Out,” Gun repeats, his tone sharper as he rubs his temples.

While the two of them engage in their usual back-and-forth, your stomach growls audibly. And knowing the man that gun park is, the fridge must be fully stocked up. So being a proud member of the big back community, you naturally head there. Only to find random dairy products and vegetables. No snacks. Honestly, how does Gun live without enjoying the small pleasures of this world? Talk about discipline. Before you can scavenge through the cabinets, a hand clamps onto the back of your collar. You’re dragged toward the door like an unruly cat, and find Goo in the same predicament. Kicking his feet and clutching Gun’s leg, the blonde isn’t going down without a fight. You quickly latch onto Gun’s head, making sure to smack it in an attempt to stop him as well.

“PLEASE HEAR US OUT,” you screech, trying to get as close to his ear as possible.

Gun finches and clicks his tongue.

“We swear we weren’t trying to do anything,” Goo joins in, rubbing his cheek on Gun’s trousers and puckering his lips.

Look at this fish face. You scrunch your face in disgust, but nod along anyway. “Since we all have the day off, let’s make the most out of it by having some fun!” you too pucker your lips.

“Fun?” Gun scoffs, and throws the two of you on the ground. “The last time we did something ‘fun’, I had to witness Samuel getting photoshopped. In a bikini. I don’t think so.”

Goo snorts at the memory, but you quickly scramble to latch on to Gun’s leg, crying dramatically. “PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! That was Goo’s idea! Today’ll be a fun day- we’ll go to an amusement park!”

Gun sighs deeply, and runs his fingers through his hair to debate his meaning in the world.

“Unless you’re planning to spend the day perverting with Daniel Park…” you whisper.

“Perverting?- What the fuc- you know what? I’m not going to entertai-”

“PLEASEEEEE,” you and Goo wail in unison, slowly pulling his pants down.

“Ok. Okay. Let go,” Gun snaps, kicking Goo’s face. “Stay outside while I change. Don’t do anything stupid,” he glares.

.

By the time the three of you enter the fairground, it’s already late noon. Goo is running around to every food stall he sees, and you’re tagging along behind him like a little dog.

Look at these fatasses, Gun thinks, shoving his hands in his pockets. As the man scouts around, you skip to him and shove a potato wedge in his mouth. Goo cackles, and Gun glowers at you.

“Alright,” you rub your hands together in anticipation. “Which ride first?”

Goo strokes his chin, but the blonde just shrugs. So instead, you look over to Gun for help.

“I’ve never been to these before,” he says flatly.

You and Goo exchange glances, and the two of you give Jonggun a pitiful look. The blonde sniffles and pats his friend’s back. Gun swats his hand away and looks over at the tallest structure in the park.

“How about that?” He points to the drop tower.

Goo is already running to line up for the ride, and excitedly, you grab Jonggun’s hand to head over there too. The man looks down at the contact, and watches the happy expressions plastered on your faces. Laughter fills the air, and in what seems like decades, Gun feels…

I don’t know.

He doesn’t know what he’s feeling, but it tickles him on the inside, and makes him uncomfortable. He glances around and lets out a quiet sigh as he trudges behind you. Maybe, just for today, he can let himself relax. Just by a smidge. If nothing else, it’ll be an excellent opportunity to prove how unaffected he is by these so-called thrill rides.

Gun won’t admit it, but for the first time, he feels something close to contentment.

[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: I'm gonna just post part 2 now because the response has been overwhelming and also I need to ride this train until it runs outta steam, yfm?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, vague medical issue, fainting, let me know if I missed anything?

Every Breath You Take

Two

The second time Eddie and Steve kiss it’s not really a kiss at all. Robin and Steve are working a shift at Family Video - well, trying to work at least, because Eddie’s there which means everyone’s just sort of dicking around. Steve is processing some returns while Robin and Eddie argue about some sort of incomprehensible music shit. They’re both such fucking nerds about it that it makes Steve’s head hurt hearing them discuss the rhythm vs the beat and the symbolism of the song's accompanying music videos. Steve doesn’t understand why they have to analyze everything, why they can’t just like shit.

He’s not really paying attention until he registers the panic in Robin’s voice as she suddenly pushes off the counter and says Eddie’s voice just a little too frantically. Eddie has slumped slightly forward over the counter, eyes rolled a little too far back, and not responding to her calls for him. Steve immediately jumps into action, thinking about seeing Max in an eerily similar situation, about the fits Will had when he came back. Steve grabs Eddie and lays him gently in the ground, immediately crouching over him to do CPR, not bothering to check for a pulse or breathing. Just starting compressions, counting the way he learned how while hanging out at the hospital waiting for Max and Eddie to wake up. He couldn’t just sit there, and the hospital offered free training courses in shit like this, so he went. And he’s so glad he did as he starts doing rescue breaths on Eddie, ignoring Robin’s “ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ as she struggles to remember Hopper’s number when she finally stops freaking out enough to grab the phone. It doesn’t matter though, because by the time Steve is halfway through his second set of 30, Eddie’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s breathing heavily, but just fine on his own.

“Oh thank fuc-“ Robin starts as she drops to the ground on the other side of Eddie. “Are you okay? What happened? You just-“ Robin starts rambling, panicking that this meant the worst wasn’t over.

“Robs. Give him a minute. Go grab a water bottle,” Steve softly commands, his instinct to protect and help and heal outweighing his ability to do anything else. She does as he asks, and Steve starts to help Eddie move to a sitting position. “Easy does it, man. You can keep laying on the floor for a little if you need.”

“No, no. I’m okay. Sorry. I just, uh, had a minute. It happens sometimes. Happened a lot more when I was little. Stress, ya know? Was real bad right around the time I started living with Wayne. Had a really bad couple of weeks after Bonham died, too. But since, ya know- everything, it’s been happening again.” Eddie explains, rubbing the middle of his chest where Steve had previously been pressing. Steve just nods as Robin hands him the water bottle, watching, waiting for everyone’s adrenaline to slow.

“Jesus, dude. I think you almost cracked a rib. Way to put those muscles to use,” Eddie jokes, in between sips. Steve cracks a smile, but his eyes are still filled with worry. “Thank you for trying to save my ass, but in the future, I’m just fainting. No CPR required. Just make sure I don’t hit my head on the way down,” Eddie explains.

“Sorry,” now it’s Steve’s turn to ramble. “I just went into panic mode and I didn’t even check for a pulse or-“

“Don’t sweat it.” Eddie cuts him off. “I appreciate you wanting to save my life. Again.” He adds that last part a little quieter, knocking shoulders with Harrington. As Steve helps him to his feet, he adds even quieter “You sure you didn’t just wanna plant one on me again, Big Boy?” And Robin is too busy fussing over Eddie and asking questions about his fainting and yelling at him for not warning anybody that they’re both too busy to notice the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck and the way he flexes his hands like touching Eddie hurt. 

A/N: Not so fun fact! John Bonham, drummer for Led Zeppelin died in 1980 after a heavy drinking binge. This would have been absolutely devastating to a young Eddie Munson, as it was for everyone else with ears and a soul at the time.

Also, Steve does the Pride and Prejudice hand flex every time he touches Eddie. Convince me otherwise. I dare you.

[gamergirl-06]

Be Mine

Just a fic dedicated to myself and Bruno (cause I’m to scared to ask someone to make one for me lol) so yeah here is some content. I just came up with this (my creative Brain is flowing).

Tags: @hyunjinbiased-blog

Enjoy!!

I sat with my back against the wall diagonally opposite Denise who was guarding the door with a gun in her hands.

I could hear talking coming from the closed room in front of me. I knew the talking was just Bruno and the doc discussing his immunity and that it would be possible that his blood could be used as a cure.

Pondering as I stare at the wall, my mind starts to think about Bruno and how much I liked him. But I knew he didn’t feel that way about me, not to my knowledge.

I have liked him…or maybe not even like, love maybe? I don’t even know but I have had these feelings towards him for a little while.

He is my best friend and if he finds out that I feel this way it will ruin the friendship and he might not ever see me the same again.

My thoughts continue to cloud with him taking over that I didn’t realise he had opened the door and walked out until he made his way over to me and tried to get my attention.

“Makayla” he said trying to snap me out of my deep thinking.

When that didn’t work he lightly shook me “Mak”

I snap out of it and jump a little as I put my hand over my heart from the little scare he gave me.

“Jesus Christ, didn’t realise you were there, must have been thinking a bit to hard” I chuckle

He gives a hearty laugh back “Sorry about that friend, I noticed you were thinking, may I ask what about?”

My face goes a little red but I don’t think it was noticeable “just about the world and it’s current state, I’m thinking about family”

A memory of my family runs across my mind and a tear falls down my cheek and he frowns wiping it away as he pulls me into a hug.

“Chìca, don’t worry, we’ll get through this, as long as we stick together we will survive, and I also promise that if something or someone tries to harm you, I will protect you” he says as we pull out of the hug.

I smile at him and sniff “Thank you Bru”

He smiles and steps back from me a bit “well I guess we better get going, Doc said he needed his equipment from the Santa Monica pier.”

I look at him “what kind of equipment?”

“ It’s a laptop” he answered “but the last time he saw it one of his buddies had it”

I nod slowly “uh-huh, so we gotta go to Santa Monica then?”

He nods in confirmation as I sigh “ok then guess we better get going”

We grab our weapons and head to Santa Monica

-AT SANTA MONICA-

We made it to Santa Monica and immediately headed to the pier were we could find this ‘equipment’.

So far we went through the amusement park and went in the ride were we encountered a fucked up clown who disappeared after we kicked him off the ride.

Me and Bruno made it to the crumpled and destroyed pier which we carefully made our way through a passageway of what it once was.

We jump off a piece of the pier and make our way up little steps and search around for the laptop.

“It has to be here somewhere” I say as we walk towards a body and in its hands is the laptop.

“Bingo” says Bruno as he grabs the laptop.

I kneel beside him as he logs into the laptop “so what’s the CDC not tellin’ us, ugh” he groans and looks up and I do too to see that fucking clown.

“It’s Pennywise from Wish” I say giving a little laugh at the joke.

He then jumps down on me as i say “Fuc-“ and he knocks me out.

Bruno’s POV

“Ay cabřon” I say as I watch as he knocked out the girl I liked “you don’t hurt people I love”.

He looks at me and growls before doing to me what he did to Makayla.

End POV

I woke up to the Clown fucker feasting in a body next to me making me gag.

I look down and see the laptop and I slowly inched my hand towards it.

“Ok easy now…almost” as soon as I touched it the fuck drove his knife hand into my hand.

I scream in pain and anger “OW YOU MOTHERFUCKER I’LL KILL YOU!”

He then slowly gets on top of me and he goes to bite me but I use all my strength to hold him back as I scream “NO!”

The clown is suddenly launched off me when he gets hit the the laptop and I see my saviour and it’s Bruno.

“Hey I heard you scream and I saw him try to hurt you, couldn’t let him do that” he said giving me a helping hand.

“Thanks” I take his hand and we both gave off against that son of a bitch.

He makes a leap for Bruno but I manage to get a hit in him dazing him a bit before he turns his attention to me.

He laugh that horrible laugh of his as he swings at me and I dodge before Bruno lands a very painful hit but that doesn’t stop him.

He leaps onto Bruno who is holding his arms trying to kick him off.

I switch out my knife for a modded axe and I swing at the bastard cutting his head clean off.

Bruno’s eyes widened as he pushes the body off him and gets up.

I survey my handiwork and smirk before I look back up and I see Bruno looking right at me.

I blush at the attention “are you ok”

He continues staring at me with his mouth sharp and his eyes widened a little bit.

“That was Hot” he said but then slapped a hand over his mouth when it came out of his mouth.

I smirk “was it now pretty boy”

I didn’t have time to process before I felt lips on mine and I instinctively put my hands on his chest and his around my waist.

It lasted like that for a minute before he pulled away.

“I love you, will you be mine” he said

I smile “of course”

He smiles before he looks at my hand and freezes “your hurt, we need to get you back to the Serling and get you patched up”

“No objections here” I say

And with that we made our way back to the Serling we’re the others were waiting for us.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part II- Chapter 17: Broken

Mentions: Angst, Child Abuse, Graphic Violence, Vomit, Breaking bones, etc.

A/N: This is a rough chapter with some sensitive content..just be prepared..

Tags: @autisticpickle @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya @froegis

For a while, things had been livable with your foster parents. While you still had to care for yourselves, Mr.Harris mainly left you alone. Even if you did something that pissed him off, he was patient with you.

That was until today when he seemed in a remarkably shitty mood. He had already snapped at you and Frank twice, and you knew you would have to deal with him sooner or later. The best thing you could do was stay out of his way.

But then, dinner time came and that’s when things got even worse. He forced you two to make him dinner, and Frank was getting angry. So, nott only did you have to keep your foster father happy, but you had to make sure Frank didn’t snap either.

It was exhausting, dealing with both of them, but you managed. “I’ll be right back. I have to go get something from my room. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’ll try.” He grinned at you, and you smirked, giving his hand a small squeeze, before turning away and walking off.

The moment you were gone, Mr.Harris shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, before spitting it all out. “Jesus Christ, this tastes like shit.”

Frank winced at the insult towards your food. It wasn’t your fault it tasted so bad. You had such little time to work, and most of the food in the fridge was bad, so you had to improvise. This was probably much better than the shitty TV dinners Mr.Harris ate almost all the time.

He managed to keep himself calm, telling himself that the older man was just trying to provoke him. Because he was. He always was.

You tried to see the good in him. You thought because he wasn’t constantly hurting you, because he showed you the slightest bit of kindness, he had changed.

But you’re naïve. Frank knows that. He knew how cruel and broken people could be, and he knew that Mr.Harris couldn’t be trusted. Especially with the way he looked at you. It was disgusting, and Frank has to protect you.

“That little bitch really isn’t useful for anything, is she? Don’t worry, I’ll put her in her place soon enough. Maybe even fuc-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Frank punched him across the face. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that again.”

–

Hearing a loud crash coming from downstairs, you ran over to see what the commotion was about. And what you saw made your blood run cold, and your heart drop into your stomach.

Mr.Harris was holding Frank by the throat, strangling him. The younger boy struggled against him, punching and kicking at him, trying to break free.

His face was turning red and then purple, and you couldn’t just stand there and watch him die. You had to do something. You always hated standing by and watching him get hurt, no was finally your chance.

This time, you’re going to be the one saving him.

“Let him go!” You shrieked, smacking the older man with a pan, hitting him a few times before he finally let go, and turned his attention to you. Frank fell to the floor coughing, wheezing, and barely conscious, but thankfully still alive.

Suddenly, Mr.Harris grabbed you by the arm, making you drop the pan. “You little bitch.” He seethed, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, gripping it tightly.

“Please, you’re hurting me- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I just wanted you to stop hurting him, please.” You begged, feeling his grip shift from uncomfortable to painful.

Your voice grew shaky as your pain increased, and you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. What happened next felt like an out-of-body experience.

The sound of that sickening snap echoed around in your ears, your scream, and the pain, the shocking pain that flew through your wrist as you realized it was broken. He let you go, stomping off and mumbling something about needing a drink, leaving you and Frank alone in the house.

–

Frank awoke to the sound of your soft sobs, holding your now limp wrist into your hand, staring down at it. You were trembling, and you had a trash can next to you which you had vomited into.

“(Y/n)?” He murmured, slipping out from his haze and crawling over to you. Instant dread and worry overtook your mind as he saw what happened to you. What he had done.

“He broke it.” You sobbed, unable to pull your gaze from your injured arm. Frank gently lifted it into his hand, making you let out a pained cry.

It looked bad, all swollen and bruised, the bone sticking out in an unnatural way. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I’m going to get you to the hospital and it’s going to be okay, I promise.”

–

There you two sat, in the waiting room, waiting for a doctor to take you over. A few hours had passed since you arrived, and you were resting your head on his shoulder, while Frank gazed at his hands.

This is all his fault. He promised he would protect you, and he just laid there uselessly while Mr.Harris hurt you. He let you get hurt, and he felt horrible about it.

“At least we can spend some time together.” You said to him with a small smile, trying to stay enthusiastic, like you always did. But he could tell you weren’t feeling it, considering how quiet and sad your voice was.

When Frank didn’t respond, you looked up at him, seeing that he was still gazing at the distance. “Hey, what’s going on in your head?

“Nothing.” He mumbled. “I’m just..sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was just trying to protect you to..I didn’t care about the cost, and honestly, I don’t feel bad about it. So just stop blaming yourself. We called the police, and they’re going to deal with it. We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Before he could say anything, a nurse entered the room calling out your name. So, holding his hand, you walked over to the room with him.

–

“She has three breaks in her radial, but thankfully none in her ulna, so she doesn’t need surgery, but she’ll probably have to spend a few months in a cast for it to heal properly.” The doctor explained.

It was late at night, and honestly, you didn’t care about much. You didn’t care about the dull pain in your arm or your stomach, you just wanted to sleep.

“But, we noticed that you have a stomach ulcer. It’s nothing too serious, but you’re going to need treatment, so you’re going to have to stay for at least the next two days or so.”

The last thing you wanted right now was to stay at the hospital. You wanted to go home. You wanted to stay with Frank. “What? But how did this happen?”

“It can happen when you take too many pain medications, or if you experience extreme stress.” Reaching over with your good hand, you grabbed Frank’s arm. “Can he stay?”

“Sorry, but visitation hours are ending in twenty minutes. The only people that can stay are family. He can visit you tomorrow, though.” The doctor answered, noticing how upset you were. “I’ll give you two some alone time.”

The moment the doctor left, Frank wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby. I swear to god, when I see that bastard, I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t say that. Please, don’t do anything stupid Frank. Or you’ll never see me again.” You grabbed his face, seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, while he saw the sadness and worry in yours.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, I’m just so mad about what he did to you, and your stomach, and you’ve been through so much…” He muttered.

You grinned at him, kissing his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m a tough cookie. I’ll make it.” He chuckled softly at that, and you looked down at his throat, seeing the purple marks on it.

“Are you sure you’re okay? And do you have somewhere you can stay for the night?” You asked anxiously. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me, alright? Just focus on yourself. I’ll visit you in the morning.”

“I love you.” You hugged him close to you. “Love you too.”

Giving you one last glance, he left your room, walking off into the night.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Please do 61 with Ransom.

61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

Hmmm, more OTP for all you lovely hoes! You nonnies just keep lobbing em right at me.

This ended up sparking something in me and I ended up writing a full length fic about more escapades with the asshole bunch.

Tagging my babes @chrissquares @stargazingfangirl18 (I’m targeting you a little with this one Siri cuz lacrosse Ransom is def wearing Fila) @subtlebucky @egcdeath

Quick, dirty, outdoor smut!!! No minors!!!

You and Ransom had decided to meet at the park with the other couples in his little asshole group of friends.

It was finally starting to warm up some, and when the boys had brought up getting out the sticks for some lacrosse you had jumped on it. Ransom didn’t have the balls to tell you it was really just a guy thing, you looked so excited about it.

He parked the beemer at the park entrance and grinned when he saw your Volvo already there. He grabbed his sticks and the cooler full of beer from the trunk and headed towards the field where he saw the rest of you gathered.

He groaned as he drew closer and finally got a good look at you as you waved at him. You looked like a preppy dream in a polo shirt and tiny shorts, a headband around your forehead and knee high socks under your cleats.

“Hey baby!” You said giddily as you ran towards him with your stick slung over your shoulders. “Can you believe I still fit in my high school uniform?”

“I think you’re taking this a little too seriously sweetheart.” He grinned, dropping the cooler and catching you when you jumped into his arms and pressed your lips to his with a satisfied hum.

“Says the man who showed up wearing his letterman’s jacket.” You teased as you hopped down and helped him carry the cooler the rest of the way.

“Yeah? Well if you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” He purred in your ear as you set down the cooler, wrapping his stick around your back and drawing you close.

“Ha! I’m not playing lacrosse in pants, Hugh!” You said with a shake of your head. “But keep that in mind for later. Can you believe none of the other girls brought sticks?”

“Honey, none of them play lacrosse.” He chided as he watched you stretch.

“Well then what’s the point of... oh goddamn it!” You rolled your eyes as you stood up. “This was supposed to be another boy’s outing where I sit with the other girls and get wine drunk wasn’t it? Don’t answer that! Chauvinist assholes...”

He just chuckled as he watched you mutter to yourself angrily, grabbing your extra sticks and storming off towards the other girls, gesturing wildly as you tried to go over the basics with them.

“So, the girls are playing then?” Dylan asked as he came to stand by Ransom, grabbing an IPA from the cooler and taking a gulp.

“Sure seems that way.” Ran answered as he watched you shove a stick at Lexi and make a throwing motion that she tried to emulate feebly.

“Is this gonna be another day of your girlfriend showing us all up, Drysdale?” Chaz asked as he joined the two of them, chuckling as they tried to figure out exactly what you were trying to instruct the girls on now. “Cuz I don’t think my ego can take it.”

“I dunno what to tell you man.” Ran said with a shrug, grabbing himself a beer and drinking deep. “Quit inviting us to this shit if you don’t want her to hand your ass back to you.”

“Alright douchebags, lets play some lacrosse!” You screamed at them, a massive grin splitting your face.

“I can’t decide if having her on my team or playing against her will be worse.” Logan groaned as the four men walked towards the field apprehensively.

“Alright, should we split this up by couples or what?” Dylan asked as Lexi moved to stand next to him.

“Sounds good to me.” You beamed.

“Great, so Y/N, Ran , Chaz and Brit, you guys can play together and me, Jess, Logan, and Lex will be the other team. Girls play defense.”

“Sounds good.” Ran said fast before you had a chance to start an argument, guiding you away from the center of the field quickly.

“But I play attack, babe.” You whined as he walked next to you and stopped in front of the goal.

“Yeah, I think that you playing attack might be a little too much all at once sweetie.” He said with a shrug as he moved to middle position. “Just channel that frustration babe, you’ll do great!”

You just chewed on your lip as you watched Logan and Chaz grapple for the ball. Logan won out, barreling over Chaz and spinning past Ran like a pro. You smirked as you pivoted towards him, bracing yourself as you charged each other.

He shifted his weight to spin around you and you grinned before full body checking him, ripping the stick out of his hand and helicoptering it out of his grip as you tossed him over your shoulder. You scooped the ball up and lobbed it to Ransom as you sprinted up the field. He passed it back to you when Dylan tried to take him down and you snatched it out of the air before diving around a confused looking Lexi and chucking the ball at the net, grinning when it sailed past Jess for a point.

“Goddamn it!” Dylan groaned as you jogged past him back to your position, giving Ransom a celebratory high five that he followed up with a smack on the ass as he grinned at you.

Logan was still trying to stand up as you returned to your defensive position, glaring at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“How the fuck was that not a foul?!” He seethed at you.

“A foul?!” You shouted with an air of disdain. “Don’t be a pussy Van Doren! You bring that weak shit to my house and I’m serving it right back to you! Right babe?”

“That’s right babe!” Ran shouted back to you as he shrugged apologetically at Logan when he stalked past him.

The rest of the game went about the same, you hardly let anyone past and Logan flinched so bad every time you got near him it was easy for your team to dominate. Dylan finally called a stop after an hour, he and Logan covered in dirt and bruises from the rough play.

“That’s it, we’re done. I need a fucking drink.” He huffed as he dragged himself off the field, Lexi bouncing next to him excitedly. Apparently, one of the things you had been teaching the girls was how to hit, and she had cracked Chaz and Ransom a couple of times. You grinned and congratulated her and the other girls on a game well played as you moved to grab a porter from the cooler.

“Jesus Christ, Drysdale. That woman is a damn menace.” Logan groaned as he grabbed a bag of ice and pressed it against his ribs.

“Yeah, how the fuck do you keep up with her?” Chaz asked, shaking his head as sipped his lager. “She’s barely sweating.”

“I don’t even know man.” He said with a shrug, gasping for air as he chugged his IPA. “She’s a fucking pistol.”

“Not the word I’d use but whatever.” Logan said, annoyed at you two.

“Shut up, L, you’re just pissed she beat the shit out of you.” Dylan said with a grin. “Where you going, Ran?”

“Gotta take a leak!” Ransom lied as he jerked his head towards the trees suggestively after making eye contact with you.

“Scuse me gals, I gotta help Hugh with something.” You said around a grin after chugging the rest of your beer.

“Jesus, you two will do it anywhere, huh?” Brittney said with an eye roll.

You just shrugged at her as you jogged after Ransom towards the small clutch of pines.

Ransom grabbed you around your waist and swung you off your feet when you reached him, making you squeal before he smashed his lips against yours.

“You were amazing.” He purred as he pressed you up against a tree, running his lips up and down your throat and making you whine.

“Yeah, I’m a fucking legend babe. I told you.” You muttered around a grin. “Did you see those hits I landed?”

“Mmhm, sure did.” He mumbled, nipping at the hollow behind your ear that he knew drove you crazy as his hips ground against you.

“You ever eat a legend’s pussy, Hugh?” You teased, starting to shove his head down between your legs.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N!” He whined as you forced him to his knees. “I was kinda hoping we could both get something out of this.”

“Sorry babe, middle gets whatever attack says they get.” You said with a shrug as you slid your shorts off and hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Make me come with that pretty mouth and maybe I’ll let you get your dick wet.”

“Bitch.” He murmured as he started brushing his lips over your inner thigh, no real malice in his tone as he gazed at you through his lashes.

“That’s right Hugh, I’m the fucking bitch. Now lick it.”

He ran his nose over your clothed core and inhaled deeply before shoving your panties aside. You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your slit, lapping up the evidence of your arousal before swirling his tongue through your folds.

His hands moved under your ass and tilted your hips towards his face, giving him even more access to your dripping heat. Your fingers gripped his hair painfully when he flicked his tongue over your asshole in a quick series of kitten licks before moving it in a heavy stripe back up to your clit.

You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when he slid a finger inside you, curling it in a come hither motion at the same time he pressed his tongue against your clit. He lashed your bundle of nerves lightly as you writhed against him, your head thumping back against the tree as he slipped in a second finger.

His lips wrapped around your clit as he started fucking you with his digits, curling and twisting them inside you so he hit every spot he knew would drive you absolutely crazy. You felt him grin against you as he shook his head to bury himself deeper in your folds, groaning when he felt you clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, Ransom! I’m so close.” You panted breathlessly, grinding your pussy into his face as you neared the edge.

You felt him slide his pinky into your puckered hole, spearing past the tight ring of muscle until you felt the cool metal of his ring against your entrance and you fucking lost it.

Your thighs tried to crush his skull as you came violently, somehow managing to swallow the shriek that tried to rip out of your chest. He moaned as he ran his tongue over your pussy to collect your release as it ran over his fingers while you clenched and fluttered around him.

“How was that, champ?” He said around a wicked grin once you finally released his head, sliding his hands up your body as he stood up.

“Good... it was good.” You panted as he buried his face in your neck.

“Yeah? Good enough for you to help me out, babe?” He asked, grinding his hips into you to show you how hard he was at the same time he wrenched your polo and sports bra up to expose your breasts.

“I think we can work something out.” You murmured as he palmed your breast with one hand while the other splayed over your ass.

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” He hummed as his lips moved over your throat softly.

“Oh, I dunno. Something extra special for my favorite middle.” You purred, pushing him away from you a little bit so you could turn around.

“Fuck, really?” He beamed, running his hand over your ass as he pressed you into the tree.

“Really, you did such a good job, baby, you deserve a reward.” You said as you peeked are him over your shoulder. “Now fuck my ass until I come again, Hugh.”

He chuckled darkly into your hair as he slid his shorts down his legs and drew his cock out of his boxer briefs. You moaned as he ran his length through your slick before he pressed his tip against your pretty hole. The groan he let out as he speared into you made your pussy clench around nothing, fluttering as your body tried to draw him as deep as possible until he was fully sheathed in you and his hips were resting against your ass.

“Shit. Oh my god.” He hissed into your shoulder as he stilled his hips for a beat. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Yeah, I know.” You mumbled as the tree bark scratched at your cheek. “Could you move? I’d like to have another orgasm sometime before noon.”

“So fucking bossy.” He groaned before sliding out of you halfway and slamming back into you, making you yelp.

You moaned as he finally started fucking you, his hips moving at a vicious pace as he bounced you against the tree. He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed lightly as he drew you back against his chest.

“Love when you let me fuck your ass, baby.” He growled in your ear as his hips slapped against your cheeks, making you mewl as slick started leaking down your thighs from your aching pussy. “Love how wet you get and how you strangle my cock. You want my fingers in that tight little pussy?”

“Yeah.” You whined as he teased his fingers over your clit. “Need you in my pussy so bad Ran, I’m gonna come.”

He sucked your earlobe between his teeth and spanked your pussy before shoving three fingers inside you as you came with a shriek, your body arching against him as you spasmed uncontrollably.

“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so good.” He groaned as you came down, sobbing with pleasure and sagging against him. “I’m gonna fill this ass up.”

You felt his cock throbbing inside you at the same time he twisted his fingers and you screamed, your release gushing out of you and soaking his thighs as he filled you with his spend, pressing you against the tree and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his hips jerked. He groaned into your hair as he shoved his cum deep inside you and pulled his fingers from your swollen cunt.

“Holy fuck.” He mumbled into your hair before sucking his fingers into his mouth and groaning at your taste.

“Yeah.” You murmured as you yanked your bra and shirt back down and pulled your panties back into place before bending over to slide your shorts back on. “You should’ve lettered in that.”

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A/N: Not just regular assholes, preppy jock assholes!!!

[ginnyweasely]

attempts to flirt [bucky barnes x reader]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (fem!)

warnings: food mention and eating? alcohol??? and just fluff??

summary: Bucky sucks at flirting

word count: 1.4k+

a/n: I TOTALLY DID NOT GET INSPIRED BY TFATWS AND THE SCENES WHERE BUCKY'S FAILED ATTEMPTS TO FLIRT WITH SARAH PLS

MASTERLIST / /   TAGLIST

A casual seeming dinner with two people who obviously had feelings for each other, everyone knew that, even the two of you almost always sensed something, but the right moment never came.

And hopefully Bucky thought, a nice dinner at his place, with some of your favorite red wine, and to set the mood with some stupid smelling candles he found would be the perfect moment for him to try to open up to you.

At least that’s what Bucky’s idea was for a “romantic dinner”, and he was very anxious about it too, he knew the food and drinks you liked, he knew you would love anything if it meant he put effort into it.

But he still wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you, as if everything was crafted into make you feel comfortable and most importantly happy.

It was obvious that Bucky wasn’t very good at flirting, and he wasn’t ever good at letting you in on his feelings, even though you knew both of you had some sort of feelings for each other.

But you didn’t mind to wait for him to feel comfortable, at least comfortable enough that he would open up to you, and make you feel as he always does, happy and cared for.

Bucky’s worries quickly eased as you walked through the door looking gorgeous as ever, your silky mini dress was to gorgeous to brush over, and he mentally cursed himself for not wearing things up to your standard.

But once again as you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, greeting him with a huge smile, he felt relaxed again, he felt the comfort you always gave him.

And as Bucky finished up cooking your favorite pasta, he served it carefully to you, and you took notice of the plates he had put out, the ones that seemed all fancy and not like it was ever used by him, and you smiled slightly, appreciating all the effort he had put into a simple “casual” dinner between the two of you.

When he revealed the red wine you almost squealed out of happiness, and Bucky’s eyes glimmered, “Buck, no way!” You exclaimed excitedly as your eyes watched over to the bottle of red wine.

“Where did you even find that?” You asked curiously, “When Steve brought that wine to one of the avengers “celebrations” I spent months trying to find that but I never could! Steve said it was his secret wine or something.” You rolled your eyes at the sentence Steve had said to you months ago.

Bucky gave you a slight chuckle, “Well, I got Steve’s little “secret.”” He said as he blinked his eyes weirdly directly at you.

You shrugged it off as you excitedly waited for him to pour you a glass of the delicious wine as you took a seat at the carefully crafted table.

A smile hitting your face as your senses were invaded by the delicious food in front of you and comfort filled your body as you took a sip of the infamous wine.

Bucky smiled seeing you at ease like this, and it made it much easier for him to talk to you comfortably, he liked seeing you happy, -scratch that- he loved seeing you happy.

More often than not he always tried his best to make you laugh. He loved seeing you laugh at his cheesy jokes, he loved seeing you laugh as you always found him and Sam’s ridiculous bickering funny.

“All of this food is delicious, Buck, did you like become a chef in the course of a day?” You asked smiling as he slipped past a chuckle.

“You know, I’m just really good at everything, naturally.” He said as he blinked his eyes weirdly again, and this time instead of shrugging it off, you raised your eyebrows confusedly.

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes?” You asked worriedly, “Is everything okay?”

“What do you mean?” He scrunched his brows, you rolled your eyes playfully, “I’m talking about-” You started off as you imitated his weird blinking, “This weird blinking thing you are doing.” You said as you continued imitating.

Bucky silently cursed himself, “That was supposed to be a wink!” He said in defeat, and you tried so hard not to choke on your wine at his words, he really did suck at flirting didn’t he?

It didn’t surprise you that much though, Bucky’s first attempts at flirting with you were so miserably bad that you had understood that day how a gorgeous guy like him never had a girlfriend on the many months you had gotten to know him.

“When did weird eye movements, count as winking?” You asked playfully as Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I was trying to be flirty winking and all that stuff.” He huffed, feeling a bit embarrassed, you gave him a pretty giggle as you reached onto give his hand a squeeze out of comfort.

“I like flirty, Buck.” You said, as you winked the correct way and chuckled playfully, and Bucky whined, “Y/N!”

You giggled again, as Bucky slowly stood up, “Another glass?” He asked softly, you nodded quickly as you handed him your empty glass.

Bucky filled the empty glass, and watched over as you quickly stood up standing over the counter as you excitedly watched him.

And as soon as Bucky handed you that glass and you had one sip of it, you didn’t realize how it happened, but somehow, someway Bucky had caused the newly filled glass to spill all over your dress.

And a slight shrieking sound escaped your lips, as Bucky cursed slightly, handing over a towel as you attempted to brush over the stain with the towel, even though you knew it wouldn’t help, but it really wasn’t a deal at all.

You were having an amazing time, you didn’t even need any of this, just being in Bucky’s presence was enough for you, you liked having him around more than anyone, more than ever.

He always made you laugh and had always cared for you deeply, and you knew he was going to panic now for this date being not perfect enough, and you knew you had to calm him down.

“Shit- fuc- I’m sorry!” He said genuinely as you shook your head quickly, trying to get Bucky’s attention but he was far too focused on the stain now.

“It’s fine Bucky, don’t be ridiculous.” You gave him a reassuring smile, but he shook his head dismissively.

“Just give me your dress!” He said loudly, and before he could comprehend what had slipped past his lips, you gave him a slight chuckle.

“At least-” and with Bucky in a rush he interrupted your sentence, “Let me guess, invite you out to dinner first?” He asked, playfully rolling his eyes.

You raised your eyebrows at his quickwitness all of a sudden, enjoying it, but you shook your head. “I was going to say, at least kiss me first.”

And at that moment, Bucky looked at you dumbfounded, you gave him a slight smirk, which was both filled with wanting him and wanting him to feel his most comfortable sense around you, and somehow he could feel everything that slight smirk was giving him, he knew he had no choice but to wash away all of his worries and thoughts with you,

He didn’t hesitate as one of his hands roughly grabbed at your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his as he softly, but still ever so with such force that his lips instantly met with yours, making your heart almost skip a beat.

His lips felt so gentle… so warm.. and the way you had passionately responded against them had made him feel all so fucked up inside, he was sure.

His hands were pretty respectful as they just slid around your waist, his mouth evading yours as he was trying to comprehend how your lips felt against his, so tender and so plump, just as he had always imagined them to be.

He could taste the bitterness of the alcohol, but being mixed with your soft lips, he didn’t mind at all.

You whined into the kiss softly as you melted almost into his arms, feeling at peace.

Maybe Bucky wasn’t that bad at flirting.

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[spinningintheshadows]

Hello and welcome to my masterlist for my 1000 follower celebration! All fics are tagged #Vixxy's 1k Celebration as well. As a reminder, I did not write smut for this event, so these are all fluff and angst. Below the cut, you will find 49 stories based on three song lyric prompt lists I posted. If you would like to see the prompt lists they can be found here, here, and here.

As always, thank you so much for all the support and enjoying my (terrible) writing. I do not deserve 1000 of you guys. I am so grateful each and every one of you. Please enjoy.

(If the fic does not have a link (which at the time of posting this masterlist none of them do) that means that it has not been published yet. Please be patient with me because I do have quite a lot of these to write as well as working on my Austin North fic "Just Friends?" and I am not writing them in any specific order, just what inspires me first.)

25: “I flashback to the night in your parents yard when we drank too much and we talked about God” & 48: “I miss the way you breathe, the way you twitch in your sleep. Your smile, your straight teeth and the scars along on your cheeks” 12: “I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day” 22: “I wanna get back to where we started, to the summer night. You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right” 8: “It’s been a while since I’ve felt butterflies”

1: “If I knew from the start would it change a thing?”

33: “Some days you start singing’ and you don’t need a reason”

18: “Even if I knew you’d be the one that got away, I’d still go back and get you”

8: “It’s been a while since I’ve felt butterflies” & 12: “I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day”

1: “Do you ever get a little bit tired of life”

50: “I don’t mind if you fuck up my life”

47: “I swear to god, I never fall in love”

14: “Honey, I’ve got real bad news”

55: “Made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”

7: “For a minute, I was stone cold sober”

16: “I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again”

31: “Got me panicking, manic, and I can’t get no sleep”

12: “I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day” & 61: “You say you love me, I know you love me. Love that you love me, baby”

21: “My family is dysfunctional but we have a good time killing each other”

19: “You’ve got so many options, every fish in the sea wants to kiss you”

38: “Here’s to now and nothing else, in the crowd all by yourself. To the hellos and the goodbyes, the lows and every high. In this moment I could die with you.”

28: “How did we end up talking in the first place”

39: “Just watch from a safe place so I never have to lose”

54: “You’re kind of hipster, I grew up on punk rock”

7: “I’m in love with the girl I hate” & 11: “You’re not in love with me”

22: “I fell in love in the back of a cop car”

10: “Things you take for granted when you grow up by the beach”

57: “We’ll talk about how your parents separated and how you don’t want to make the same mistakes as them”

39: “Daddy’s little girl knows how to party”

53: “You ask “When did I first know?” I always knew”

37: “I’d unfuck you if I could”

62: “I lose my voice when I look at you, can’t make a noise though I’m trying to”

73: “Big heads up, that’s a really stupid plan”

46: “And I’ve made mistakes, but you were not one”

15: “I was born but I wasn’t raised”

36: “I bite my tongue so you don’t hear me”

14: “I always hear you in the background laughing, you know I hate it when you’re not around”

69: “Yes my fucking nails are painted, what you think I didn’t know?”

8: “If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me?”

28: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting”

25: “All that I know is that I just can’t say no to you, funny how things never change”

36: “I won’t give up on us”

52: “You broke my heart and all I got was this t shirt”

24: “I don’t want to leave this bar until I get your number”

34: “I need a little more luck than a little bit, cause every time I get stuck the words won’t fit”

50: “I don’t mind if you fuck up my life”

20: “All the greats die young, that’s probably why I’m still alive”

41: “If you need me now, I’ll be there somehow”

17: “Five best friends on four bald tires”

59: “Leave your sorrys, grab your car keys.”

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[reaganann]

BarryXReader

smut warning/yelling/fighting

“Fuck” you yelled while walking down the stairs you saw your dad looking at you, he was pissed

“what the fuck did i do this time” you said too your dad

“don’t talk to me like that” he said looking at you while his fists are clinched.

“yeah yeah what ever” you said not even looking at him you just walked straight out of the house.

“get the fuck back here” your dad said chasing you out of the house.

“sorry no can do” you said while walking to you bike you  straddled your bike and put the kick stand up, taking you keys out of your pocket and turning it on.

“you better not going to see that low life drug dealer” he said

that made you look up at him with a clinched jaw if you were a cartoon character you would of had steaming coming out of your nose.

“what the fuck did you just call him” you said you were breathing heavily you got off your bike and walked over to your dad.

“i said what the fuck did you just call him” you said taking a few steps so now you are eye level with your dad.

“you heard me” he said

“all he his is just some low live dealer living in a tarsh trailer and you are living in a fucking mansion how could you have such low standards like come on you could of fucked rafe but no you had to go a fuck barry the fucking drug dealer” he said knowing that hit a nerve.

as soon as he was done you fool on punched him right in the jaw he tumbled backwards holding his jaw.

“you fucking bitch” he said he tried to grab you by the arm but he saw that nothing was there, he looked up and saw you on your bike with your middle finger up.

“fuck you dad” you said while driving off.

you were so fucking pissed that your own dad talked about that way you were driving off when you pulled into barry’s house.

you threw your bike down and walked up to the house once you got up to the pouch your herd music fuck he’s having a party but you didn’t care you Swang open his door letting it hit the wall bouncing off of it.

you walked into the house looking at all the people that were here you saw barry sitting in a chair in the back.

you walked out on to the back porch.

“ahh look who it is” he said giving you a toothy smile he got and walked over to you.

“what you doing here prin-“ he was cut off by me grabbing his shirt and smacking are lips to gather he was shocked at first but relaxed kissing back with just as much force you had.

he pulled away breathing hard “god woman worn a man before doing that” he said he walked over to the chair that he was sitting in and sat down on it.

“the fuck got you worked up” he said opening a beer and chugging it down you just watch as his throat bobbed the up-and-down while swallowing the beer.

“my dad” you said finally stop looking at him and walked to him and sat down next to him putting your hand out so he can pass you a beer.

“what did daddy do this time”he said passing you a beer you took it out of his hand and opend it.

he watch as you opened the beer but then he saw that your knuckles were bruised.

“he just pissed me off also called you a low life” you said taking a swig of the beer.

“the fuck happed to your hand” his said starting to get mad he snatched your hand off your beer and held it to his face looking at it.

“nothing don’t worry about it “ you said jerking your hand away form him.

“something must of happened” he said

then all of a sudden he here some girl wine

“god this is making me want to threw up why the fuck is some lame ass kook doing here” he looked over to his woman and saw that her jaw was clinched so was her fists.

“what the fuck did you just say” you said looking up at some girl.

“i don’t get it some rich ass kook fucking and low life that sells drugs just to get money you know what his probably useing you for your money” shes said

you got up and walked over to her she saw you and stepped back her back hitting the wall.

“at least i’m fucking one person instead of multiple people you probably got some disease down there” you said she looked up at your and raised her fist punching you in the mouth.

you taste the Metally taste of blood you just smiled at her with your bloody mouth you licked you teeth spitting out and mouth fully of blood.

“is that all you got” you said she flip you over so now you were against the wall she went for you throat but as she got there you head butted her in the nose

she flew backwards falling to the ground you got on top of her punching her repeatedly in the face. she reached up and scratched your eye you felt the warm liquid falling down your face.

you were about to go in for another hit but you felt arms warp around your waist pulling you off of the girl your felt you back hit the wall hard you looked up and saw barry looking at you.

“fuck woman” he said looking down at you he saw that your eyebrow was cut and your lip.

“everyone one out” he said not looking at anyone but you.

you herd foot steps leaving the house it was silent in the house meaning that every one was gone.

his hands moved form your waist to the back of your thighs he tapped the back of them signaling to jump.

you jump and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

he walked you into the house and walked to the kitchen sitting you down on the counter.

“that bitch sucker punched” he ground he didn’t like seeing his woman getting hurt but all he could think about is how hot she looking with her lip all busted.

“yeah but i got her good tho” you said

“damn straight” he said letting out a low laugh

your hand moved down his torso to his belt hooking your fingers into the belt tagging it so now he is closer to you,

he let out a grown when his crotch came in contact with your front.

“couldn’t stop think about how hot you looked punching that whore in the face” he said looking up at your seeing that your eyes were dilated with lust.

“i want to fuc-“ he ground out but he couldn’t finish because you grabbed his jaw tightly while smaking your lips on to his.

you let go of his jaw moving your hands under his shirt felling his abs titan when you run your finger along his stomach outlining his abs.

he stop kissing your lips moving down to your neck placing light kisses on your neck trying to find your sweet spot.

you moaned felling his teeth sink into your skin sucking on it, when his was down his licked it and stepped back to look at you.

your hair was a mess your eyes were darker everything about you makes him want to fuck you right on his kitchen counter.

“mmm- so hot” his said

you putt your hands on his butt pushing him and garbing of his neck smacking your lips together agin this time your licked at the bottom of his lip asking for entry but he denied it your felt him smirk against your lips.

you bit his lip hard making him moan letting you slip you tongue into his mouth but as soon as you did this he pulled away.

“the fuck you think your doing woman” he says

“you think you can be in charge guess aging Princess” he said

he was going to kiss you agin when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door.

“fuck” he said moving off of you began to walk to the door but you stopped him.

“i’ll answer the door” you said

“no i got it” he said

“i don’t think so because form what i see is a big bulge in your pants right now” you said looking at the bulge in barry’s pants

“whos fault is that” he said

“whatever” you said walking over to the door you opened it and saw rafe standing there looking at you

“your not barry” he said

“this better be important country club cause you just interrupted me and my woman” you hear barry say in the background.

you let him in you saw him hold a backpack he walked towards the living room and sat down on the chair.

you walked over and saw barry laying on the couch and you walked over to him and layed down on top of him laying your head into the crook of his neck giving it a kiss.

he warped his arms around your back squeezing you tightly you let out a giggle when you felt his hands lift up your shirt and running his hands down your back.

“i need a place to stay” rafe said barry stopes scratching your back and turns his head to look at rafe.

“did daddy finally kick you out” he said laughing you felt his laugh vibrate against his chest.

you zoned out there talking your decided to play with barry. you moved your hand down his chest moving it so now it at his belt.

you slowly unloose his belt so that you could put your hand down his pants. sense he was already hard it would be easier for you.

Barry’s pov

i was taking to rafe about Lord knows what when i felt a hand go down my chest unbuckling my belt i let out a small groun.

“you ok man” rafe said i let out a sigh of relief thanking he couldn’t see what y/n was doing.

“mm- fine” i said while bitting my lip rafe gose back to talking y/n gose into my pants and she started palming me threw my boxers

“rafe you look tired why don’t you go lay down in the bedroom” y/n said

“ok” he said he got up and left.

y/n took her hand out of my pants and sat up i watched as she took of her shirt and throwing it across the room.

“let me ride you” she said looking at me

fuck she is so hot i could cum in my pants just form hearing her say that.

i sat up and took off my shirt, i got up and took of my pants y/n did the same.

i was just in my boxers and y/n was just in her braw and panties i sat back down on the couch she straddled my lap and sat down my hands were on her hips.

i smacked my lips against hers running my tongue against her bottom lip trying to ask for entry but she denied i moved one of my hands to her boob and gave it a squeeze she gasped allowing me to shove my tongue in her mouth

are tongues fought for dormancy i obviously one i felt her hips moving against my dick i let out a groun against her lips.

i moved my hand down to my dick i took it out and moved her Panties aside pushing myself in.

we both let out a moan i threw my head back. she started to move her hips back and forth. i put my hands on her ass helping her in her movements.

“we have to be quiet rafe is in the next room over” she said

i let out a laugh “its you that has to be quiet woman” i say.

i kept laughing but i stop when all of a sudden she got off of me and slammed herself back on to me i let out a loud groun she smacked her lips against mine so she couldn’t let out a moan.

i began to move my hips against her going slow at first but then going fast.

third person view

barry flipped over y/n so now she is under him and he’s on top

you looked up and saw barry looking at you his hand moved to you throat giving it a squeeze he kept his hand there while thrusting into.

“fuck barry” you moaned throwing your hand back closing you eyes.

he started to thrusts faster and faster all you can here is skin slapping against each other and heavy breathing.

“fuck”he said dropping down so he can kiss your neck your hands came to his ass hold him while he thrust into you.

you felt the knot in your stomach form.

“barry i’m gunna cum” you said

“cum for me Princess” he said

you felt your knot unravel you clinched around him he let out a loud grown feeling you clinch around him he looked down at you in aww

he let out a lound groun feeling his orgasm approach him he thrusters faster into you he began to shake then his orgasm came.

he came inside you flawing on top of you. he put his now soft dick into his boxer and moved your panties his picked up his shirt and put in on you and got a blanket and thrown over yall.

he let his hair down putting his head on your chest felling your hands run threw his hair.

“i like it when your hair is down” you said while scratching his head

“mm” he mumbled a thanks

“barry” you siad

“mm” he said

“ i love you” you say

“i love you too” he said closing his eyes so he could fall asleep in the arms of his woman he loves.

but little did the sleeping couple on the couch know that in the next room was a hard rafe he listened to all of barry’s moans and grouns and your too.

[lakesandquarries]

Tangled Up - Chapter Two

oh, i’m gonna mess this up

Benrey’s spent 26 years living in a tower - 27, tomorrow. When a thief breaks into his tower, he finds his chance to escape and takes it.

Alternatively: Tangled, but the AI is self aware.

(featuring art by @kenas-artstuff​ )

Notes: check ao3 for warnings and tags! “kane radio” is just gordon using a fake name. fic title from “tangled up” by caro emerald, chapter title from “shots” by imagine dragons.

AO3 Link

It’s nice to be back at Black Mesa. Well, mostly nice. Gordon shuts the door behind Benrey only to immediately spot a wanted poster, the only thing making it unrecognizable a bizarre mullet. Do people seriously think he looks like that??

“Hey, Mr. Radio!” a voice calls from behind the counter. Kane rips the paper off the door, rushing across the room. 

“Hi Darnold it’s great to see you shut the fuck up please -”

And that’s when he gets grabbed from behind. He barely sees Darnold’s eyes widen before he’s spun around, now facing an absolute mountain of a man. Behind him, he hears Darnold slap something - his forehead, probably - and mutter a quiet. “oh, right.”

He loves Darnold, he really does. Being friends with someone since you were kids will do that. Right now, though, he kind of wants to throttle him.

“Kane Radio, hm?” the main holding him says, ripping the wanted poster out of his hands. The thief glances around awkwardly, his eyes finally falling onto Benrey struggling to pull his hair back into his possession. 

"H-hey, he'd appreciate his hair not being touched, guys!", Kane exclaimed, to help his partner as well as pull away from his attention. It works for a moment, as Benrey tugs the last strands of hair away and marches up to the guy holding Kane, unintimidated despite the height difference.

“Hey,” Benrey says quietly as he walks up next to the man. “Put him down? Please and thank you?”

Mountain man snorts. “Not likely. I need the reward money. Hey, you! Go get the guards!”

One of the other men nods, slipping out of the tavern as an argument breaks out. Kane is pushed and pulled, various thugs grabbing him and insisting they need the money, they deserve it most, as the bar descends into chaos.

A loud, meaty thwack! breaks up the argument. Kane’s dropped on his ass, and when he looks up, Benrey has his crowbar against Mountain man’s arm. “I said put him down.”

Kane rolls off to the side, dodging another man’s grabbing hands, and stands up so he can dart back over to Benrey and push him out of the way. “Hey, appreciate that, don’t get me wrong, but - Benrey, what the fuck?”

Behind the counter Darnold is glaring, grabbing a cup and a spoon to try and get everyone’s attention. Black Mesa housed a fighting ring once upon a time, but that got stopped when Darnold took over. It doesn’t matter now - even with Darnold yelling, everyone’s too riled up. Kane has to duck down to avoid a punch, only to immediately get kicked in the face. A hand grabs his arm and he swings instinctively, stopping at the last second when he realizes it’s just Benrey, pulling him off to the side.

“What the fuck,” Kane repeats.

“Being polite didn’t work,” is Benrey’s only explanation.

Darnold is still yelling, trying desperately to get some sense of calm as the crowd beats the shit out of each other. And then - just as quick as it started, it’s over. Screams dissolve into laughter as the assembled patrons dust themselves off, seemingly satisfied with the amount of violence they've had. 

"It's been too long since we've had a fight like that," Mountain man says. "Nice job."

Benrey blinks up at him. "Whuh?"

Gordon agrees with him. Wiping blood from his nose, he mutters a quiet “What?” as well.

“Should’ve been longer,” Darnold complains. “You know I hate this kind of behavior! I have half a mind to throw you all out.”

"We'll clean it up, Danny, don't worry,” another, very skinny guy cheerfully responds, followed by a roar of laughter.

“Darnold,” the bartender corrects sharply as he sets to cleaning the place up, picking up overturned chairs and mopping up spills and sweeping up broken glass. 

Turning back to Mountain man, Kane asks, "Just to be clear. Does this mean you won't tear me and my friend apart anymore?"

“Are you kidding? That’s the most fun I’ve had in years! Darnold never lets us do stuff like that. Real shame, considering how this place st -“

He’s cut off by someone slamming the door open. “I brought the guards!”

Apparently ten seconds of peace is the max he’s allowed. “Shit shit shit,” Kane wheezes, grabbing Benrey’s arm as Darnold directs them behind the door. The massive dog from earlier, the one who had chased him through the forest and up Benrey’s tower, is here. And it’s pissed. Kane’s heart drops as he watches it sniff around, following the trail of his footsteps.

Darnold pulls on a lever, revealing a ramp down into a stone tunnel. “You’re lucky you’re my friend,” he says as he ushers them through it. Benrey hesitates, but Kane pulls him through anyway, into some kind of cave system. The walls are dark stone, rough and natural. This is something old, and hopefully, it’ll cover them. 

He exhales slowly, adrenaline still rushing through him. “Shit,” he mutters again. “That was close.”

“Who were those guys?” Benrey asks. The raccoon on his shoulder chirps.

“Guards. Royal guards. They, uh….they don’t like me much.”

“You stole something?” 

“Big something.”

Benrey nods, apparently satisfied with the answer. The raccoon chirps again, and Benrey mumbles something in response to it. Because his day is just going so normally, he needs to listen to his weird...escort mission talk to his fucking raccoon as they run from guards.

Metal clanks behind them, and Kane picks up the pace, until he’s running down the tunnel. It opens into a cliffside, with no way down. “Fuck!”

“There’s a guy down there,” Benrey points out, and Kane bites back another string of curses when he realizes it’s fucking Forzen. He’d abandoned him after stealing the royal helmet. Betrayal’s nothing new between them, but this is recent enough that Forzen’s probably still pissed.

“That’s Forzen. He doesn’t like me much either.”

It’s then that the guards burst out of the tunnel and several things happen all at once. Benrey shoves his crowbar at Kane, and before he can question why Benrey is giving him his only weapon, he’s tossing his hair across the canyon like a grappling hook and running off the ledge.

Before he can even ask why Benrey would possibly give him his only weapon, he watches in horror as his partner takes flight. He doesn’t have time to check if Benrey’s alright - the guards are on his ass. The crowbar makes a satisfying thwack! as he swings it, taking down the guards in barely an instant. “Fuck, this is handy. Need to get me one of these!” Kane comments to himself, looking to see who’s left. One opponent remains - the dog, who is now holding a sword.

Because his day just cannot get any fucking weirder.

“You should know this is the weirdest thing I have ever fucking done!” Kane yells to Benrey, as he battles the dog, sword to crowbar, until the dog knocks it right out of his hands and down the cliff. “Two out of three?”

A lock of black hair wraps around his hand. Kane grins, giving the dog a salute as he’s pulled into a free fall. “Ha! Get fuc - hhhh.” His words dissolve into a wheeze, as his trajectory slams him into an exposed beam, knocking the wind out of him.

Kane, struggling to get a grip of himself, only just manages to hold on to Benrey while he swings down with his support. His feet connect with the water pipes, sliding down unsteadily as they collapse underneath him, and then the entire dam breaks. It happens in a flash, an enormous amount of water - it feels like the whole ocean when Kane glances back - pouring down into the valley. Rocks fall, the last of the wooden constructions collapsing. With a couple of leaps, Kane reaches an already running Benrey, and scoops up the last bit of his hair flailing behind him. "Benrey! Benrey, into the cave!" he shouts, hoping the other would get understand the general direction they have to run.

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Benrey grabs the crowbar as he darts after Kane, barely avoiding getting crushed by the massive rock that comes crashing down and seals them into the cave. The walls are stone, not like the bricks of his tower but a random arrangement of rocks and boulders forming a lumpy wall. There’s a puddle of water on the floor, only as he looks it starts to grow, up over Benrey’s feet, his legs, creeping higher and higher. He looks around the cave frantically, spotting the trickles of water coming in past the rock that sealed them in. The only obvious opening, but the water is like another force behind it, pressing it shut like Benrey used to try and hold his door shut. The rock is stronger than him. No matter how hard he slams with his crowbar, there’s not even a dent. He turns his attention to the rest of the cave, alternately smashing and prying at the walls, but they hold firm. There’s nothing. Not a single loose rock, nothing resembling a weak point, not even a crack he can widen into an exit. 

The water’s at his waist now. His breathing sharpens, small panicked inhales as he realizes there’s no way out. They’re trapped, with water climbing higher and higher. The water is murky, making the already dim space feel smaller and darker with each second. 

Zeki was right. Kane’s gonna die here with him in this stupid fucking cave, all because Benrey wanted to see some lights.

“This is all my fault,” he mumbles, tugging on a strand of hair. “I never should’ve - she was right, this whole time, I just -“ 

Kane’s hands grip his shoulders, firm but gentle, forcing him to look at the thief’s face. "Benrey, don't blame yourself. Sometimes things go bad...that's how life works. It's - it's gonna be ok." In a different context it might be comforting. Right now, they’re about to die, and Kane’s voice is shaking.

Benrey’s voice is choked when he responds. “I’m sorry, Kane.”

"Gordon.” Benrey tilts his head, and Kane drops his hands from his shoulders with a sigh. “It's - my real name is Gordon Freeman. I made up Kane. You might as well know it now."

“Feetman?” Benrey asks with a shaky smile.

“If we weren’t trapped in a cave I’d hit you with your crowbar,” Kane - Gordon? - Gordon says. For the briefest of seconds, he smiles at Benrey. 

“I, uh. I have magic hair that glows when I sing,” he says. Keeping a secret doesn’t matter when they’re both about to die. Gordon furrows his brows, looking questioningly at Benrey, and a sudden burst of inspiration hits as he repeats himself. “I have - oh shit!” He starts singing, voice shakier than normal as he races through the song. “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine -“ The water is still rising, and maybe it’s his imagination but it feels even faster. “Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine -”

The last line gets cut off as the water fills the cave completely. He’s never tried singing underwater before, and for a moment he’s terrified it won’t work - and then his hair lights up, a bright neon teal, illuminating the cave. Gordon swims down to the bottom, pushing aside rocks desperately. He finds one that’s loose enough, dislodging it, and the rest follow suit. The wall starts to crumble before collapsing completely, launching the two of them into a river, the current quickly sweeping them downstream and onto a grassy bank. 

Benrey drags himself out, flopping limply onto the grass, taking deep breaths as he stares up at the sky. “We’re alive,” he breathes, looking over at Gordon. He likes that name better, now that he has a spare moment to think about it. Laughter bubbles up out of him, along with bright yellow-green. Olive means I’m glad to be alive.

Beside him, Gordon is less chill, elbows on the grass and hands in his hair. “His hair glows,” he’s mumbling. “He - hhh - his hair? Glowing - glowy shit - people don’t glow!” From there his words just get more and more incoherent as he stares at the ground.

With a huff, Benrey stands up, starting to squeeze the water out of his hair. Jefferem shakes himself dry, splashing water onto Gordon. “You good?” Benrey asks.

“Am I - are you good?? What the fuck was that? How long have you been - ow, fuck -” He pulls his right hand close to himself, and when he holds it out again Benrey sees blood, bright red against the brown skin. He must’ve cut himself on a rock or something. 

Benrey offers a hand to help Gordon get up, so he doesn’t put pressure on the injured one. “Lets, uh. Find somewhere to dry off first and then we can play 20 questions?” Or, maybe, if he stalls long enough, Gordon will forget whatever he wants to ask and Benrey can keep pretending like he’s a person.

[chemist-ana]

Book: Platinum x Queen B Crossover

Pairing: Raleigh Carrera x Poppy Min-Sinclair

Word count: 925

Content Warning: NSFW, Cringe, not my usually NSFW writing ALSO language warning.

A/N. This is my submission for Smut-Tember AND Wacky Drabbles, this was written so late at night after a fucking hectic week so please forgive my grammar mistakes, also as a HUGE fan of Raleigh Carrera- I cringed while writing this story. It makes me sad to do this to him, but alas, I did it anyways. I love you Raleigh.

Prompt: *will be bold in fic*

Smut-Tember: You can go deeper than that.

Wacky Drabbles: Are you sure more ‘’ is a good idea?

The buzzing in my ears from the roaring crowd always keeps my adrenaline pumping through my veins for longer than it probably should. At least that’s what I tell myself when I roll onto my side and see her in my bed… again.

Fuck. Every time we fuck you kill me slowly.

I pinch my eyes closed as I think back on how this whole shit storm of a night started. Fucking Poppy Min-Sinclair.

***

I push through the backstage doors and collide instantly with a real life busty blonde Barbie doll. My hands reach out to catch her, and my eyes widen as I realize just who it is.

“Oh, Raleigh. Fancy running into you here.” She croons while she bats her eyelashes annoyingly and I drop my hands as if her skin was on fire.

“Oh, please, are you seriously here again?” I growl as I try and fail to brush past her. I give my security a sideways glance as he cowers against the closed door behind me. Great, even my fucking security is scared of this chick.

“You remember me?” Her voice rises at least six octaves as she places her long slender hand across her well-endowed chest. My traitorous mind remembers that very hand wrapped firmly around me and my cock jumps to attention.

“Of course I remember you… umm… Penny?” I raise an eyebrow at her. Maybe this will get her to leave me the hell alone.

Apparently she takes it as a challenge.

She steps closer to me, her heaving chest pressing against my leather jacket. Her plump pink lips part slightly and her blue eyes have turned dark as sapphire. The same hand that was pressed against her chest, has now slid down my chest and grabbed onto my member, making it harden.

Not now, man.

She leans even closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispers darkly. “You and I both know that you remember what my name is.”

I swallow as she takes a small step back, her hand still firmly placed on my hardened cock. She has a devilish smirk curling her beautiful face. Fuck. Ok. I have a plan tonight. Let’s get this bitch to leave me alone.

“Come with me, Poppy.” I grabbed the hand that was still holding onto me with her vice-like grip and pulled her through the cordoned off area towards my tour bus.

Once I pull her inside, I close the door, sealing our fates tonight inside of this fifty foot motor coach. I turn on her quickly, her face twisted in some evil knowing grin and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“See, I knew you remembered my name.” She saunters over closer to me and I stop her before she can get too close.

“I know what I want from you.” She bites at her bottom lip as my hands find my belt buckle, quickly undoing it. She thankfully remains silent, the only sound my zipper lowering. My jeans drop to the floor. “Take my veiny pecker deep into that sweet little mouth of yours.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Her face screws up as her lips curve with displeasure.

“You heard me.” I push her shoulder down and she willingly sinks down to her knees, taking me into her sweet, warm, mouth. She bobs up and down as my head falls back in pleasure and I fight the desire to groan. “C’mon, Poppy. You can go deeper than that.”

She moans in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. My hand fists at the long blonde hair that falls down her back as I guide her head deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gags in response, but I don’t let up.

“Do you want my pork sword in that juicy lady cave of yours?” I growl as I drive myself harder into her moist mouth. She nods her head through my pounding and I pull out with a loud pop.

“Turn around.” I command and she obliges while she wipes at the drool that falls from her lips.

I grab onto my hard cock, wiping the head through the wetness of her pink cunt.

“God, your love tunnel is so fucking good, Poppy.”

“What the fuc-“ She is cut off as I drive myself home, shoving deep inside of her. A moan escaped her lips. Fuck, at least she sounds good. So damn good.

I watch my cock disappear into her snatch and I groan at the sight.

Time to move onto the next phase of the plan.

As I continue my assault on her pussy I rummage around through the basket of shit on the counter, finding the Wet Platinum Lubricant, I turn it over and spurt it onto the round globes of her ass.

“What are you-“ She pants, as she attempts to turn her head.

“Shh… shh… I'm going to take that puckered hole tonight.” I murmur as I pull out slowly.

“Wait, what?” I watch as panic flashes through her eyes. I squirt more lube onto her ass.

“Are you sure more lube is a good idea?” She breathes, uncertainty lacing her every word.

“Do you trust me?” My eyes find hers and for a moment we stare at each other.

She nods. “Yes, Raleigh, I trust you.”

“Good.” An animalistic growl escapes my throat as I sink into her tight hole. “Fuck, that’s good. Good girl, Poppy.”

***

I groan.

That didn’t go according to plan at all.

Who is this chick?

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

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Being the little sister is not easy.

“Who you love the most, ah?” Angel says raising his chin proudly, sitting in front of you with Ez by his side.

“Me, of course”.

“I'm the older, shut the fuc' up”.

“Yea', but I'm smarter than you and I used to help her with homeworks”.

“I taught her to punch your shitty fac—”.

“Why we have to do it every week?” You sigh more for you, than for them, rubbing your temples as you shake your head so tired of the same story all the time. “I love you equally”.

Angel clicks his tongue rolling his eyes, getting up of the sofa and hitting EZ's neck. “She loves me more than you”.

Your brothers are so overprotective that they threaten a five years old 'cause he said you were cute. And no Mayan is allowed to breathe close of you.

“Prez, security distance”. Angel says, sitting at the pool table with a beer in his hand.

“I'm sorry, what?” Bishop raised his head at him, placed by yourself, as he was showing you the photos he made the last time he went to Stockton.

“You're too close to my sister”.

You snort heavily, covering your face with both hands.

“Yea', I can't show her my phone at two fuckin' meters away, pendejo”.

“Ignore him”. You beg at the oldest, making a gesture with your hand, so he can continue.

“Why is prez so close to her?” EZ asks, coming from nowhere.

“FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M NOT GONNA FUCK HER. I JUST WANNA SHOW HER SOME PICS, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS”.

“Send her by email”.

Coco fears for his life whenever he accidentally calls you ‘mami’, 'cause Angel says that's disrespectful.

Not even your father can yell at you in their presence.

But they're also so kind, gentle and lovely with you. Your brothers always take care of you when you get sick. They cook for you, even if you have to order something because they're so useless that is a miracle that the kitchen has not burned yet. They usually stay all night long at home watching Disney movies with you, taking your temperature every five minutes.

“EZ, I'm okay… It's just my period”.

“ANGEL. RED CODE. I REPEAT. RED. CODE”. For some reason he starts to scream out, watching the older running from the kitchen to the living room in two seconds.

“OKAY. KEEP CALM. YOU BUY THE TAMPONS AND THE PILLS AT THE PHARMACY. I'M ON MY WAY FOR THE CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM AND THE FRIED CHIPS FROM MCDONALDS. SEE YOU HERE IN TEN MINUTES. RUN FOR YOUR FUCKIN' LIFE, BROTHER, OUR LITTLE BABY NEEDS US”. They nod pretty convinced of the new mission, disappearing faster than you're allow to notice.

“What the fuck…?”

They made a lot of extra work to pay for your university. Angel says you're the only hope of the Reyes family. But he didn't like that you chose to study law. Till he was arrested.

“See, idiot? She's my lawyer”.

You're dying of shame, with the cop's gaze going from your brother to you.

“Aren't you too young to be lawyer? How many years do you have?”

“HEY, HEY! YO! ARE YOU FUCKIN' TRYIN' TO FLIRT WITH MY LITTLE BABY? I CAN GO OUT FROM JAIL, BUT YOU CAN'T GO OUT FROM A GRAVE, MAN!”

“Excuse me?”

“Sweet Jesus Christ, Angel…”

Whenever they're out from Santo Padre, they always bring you a present. Sometimes it's a book, sometimes it's a collar… And they also call you. A lot. Like a lot. Hiding from the crew 'cause it's not allowed. But fuck the Mayans, you're the little sister.

“Yo! Man! Focus on both of us, not just you”. Ez is complaining because Angel facetimed you and he has the objective pointing only at him.

“You're so fuckin' ugly, man, I don' wan' my camera to break!”

“She's my sister too, moron”. Ez hits Angel's ribs with his elbow, so he can make some space for himself.

“You never get tired of fighting...?” You're laughing, lying at your bed when the night has come.

“For your love? Neva', amor mío”. The oldest say with a goofy look on his face, Ez rolling his eyes.

“We miss you”.

They couldn't even get mad at you those nights you call them being drunk at an illegal party, nor in a pub where they used to serve alcohol to teen girls. Both used to picked you up, and while EZ was making you eat something they bought, Angel were destroying the bar and threatening the owner with a clipped shotgun. After that, you had to run away from the cops.

They're not affective between them, nor with Pops, but with you… They're always hugging you, kissing you, flattering you. All the time. And it's pretty good whenever you wake up feeling some hate about yourself for no reason.

Actually, you're the only one who can ride their motorbikes, even if you don't have the enough confidence to do it. But the promised you that they were going to buy you one when you get graduated. So you can ride together.

But at the end of the day, you're the one who covers your brothers with a blanket, after falling asleep on the sofas at Pops', giving them a dearly kiss on the cheek and telling them how much you love them, and that your life wouldn't have any sense without them.

[jubilexe]

Mix Up - Peter Parker

Marvel

Request: Yes from Wattpad!

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: You and Peter accidentally swap bags. You are in love with Peter and he doesn’t know. Just a short little fluff.

Warnings: Swearing.

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Me and a few other students stand by the baggage claim, the conveyer belt brings the bags around. I see a red and blue bag that looked like mine, assuming it is mine I grab it, seeing as I was in a hurry, I take it running out to the bus to meet my classmates. I plop down in an empty seat, waving across to the set of seats where Ned and Betty sit. I sighed closing my eyes slightly. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I look up and see Peter Parker, my crush, that's what Ned calls it at least. I don't know if I'd call it that maybe just a strange liking towards him, a feeling that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, but alas he likes MJ.

"Can I sit here?" He asks grinning at you.

"Sure, but MJ is sitting back there if you want to sit with her, don't you have a plan?" I point behind me. I think of the Plan, the one Peter had been working on for months, the plan to confess to MJ, gross, no offense to MJ.

"She's sitting with Brad, and plus I want to sit with my best friends," he says gesturing to me and Ned. Ouch, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, best friend, but it makes sense, Peter and I had known each other since the third grade, we were instant friends. You nod scooting to make room for the boy.

"So, how's your plan going?" I ask.

"Horribly, MJ and Brad have been together nearly the entire trip, it sucks," he moans. I nod.

"That does suck," I speak not knowing what else to say. I close my eyes again nodding off. By the time I awoke, we were already outside of Venice. I grab my bag and get off the bus.

"Alright students, follow me and we'll go to the hotel," Mr. Harrington announces. I trail behind the group watching Peter try and catch up to MJ, sigh. We arrive at the hotel and might I say, it's a hole in the ground.

"What is this dump?" Flash shouts aggressively. I roll my eyes.

"This is the hotel, and it's not a dump, it's just rustic!" Mr. Harrington explains.

Later on, I sit in my room waiting until noon when we're allowed to explore Venice. Due to there being an odd number of students I get my own room! I unzip my suitcase looking down my eyes widen. Spiderman's fucking suit is in my bag! A note sat on top of it, it reads, You almost forgot this! With a heart after. Signed May. As In Aunt May?! Is this even my bag?! I look at the tag on it, in neat handwriting it says, Peter Parker. Oh my god! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohm- A knock is heard at the door interrupting my thoughts. I get up quickly answering.

"Hey, Y/N me and Ned are heading out if you want to come," Peter states. I look at my watch the numbers 12:01 flash on the circular screen. I nod following Peter and Ned out of the hotel. I'm just trying to not freak out, my best friend Peter Parker, thee Peter Parker is Spiderman! You've got to be shitting me! How could he not tell me!? I try to erase the thoughts from my brain looking at the sights surrounding me, The sun shines brightly reflecting off of the water casting the entire canal in soft light. Ned had abandoned us to go on a gondola with Betty, leaving me and Peter alone. I take the digital camera out of my backpack I'd brought with me. I snap a few pictures of the antique-looking scenery around me, Venice is truly beautiful. Peter sighs from beside me.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks. I hmm in response.

"Should I give up on MJ?" I nearly choke on my spit. I look at him bewildered.

"It's just that she and Brad really seem to have a connection, so-"

"YES!" I exclaim. My face slowly turns red, damn way to make it obvious, just shouting it out like that.

"I meant, yes, her and Brad, MJ seems happy with him," am I a selfish person, am I a bad friend, trying to get my friend to stop thinking about another girl that he genuinely likes because of my petty feeling.

"Yeah, I guess so," Peter frowns. I put my camera in my bag

"It's okay, Peter. You'll find someone who you love, and that someone will love you back!" I hug him tightly trying to mask the pain in my voice.

"I think I know what you mean," Peter breathes out airly. He hugs me back tightly. I suddenly get a burst of confidence, standing on the Rialto Bridge, maybe it was the calming water below us or maybe it was the soft breeze, but I had one moment of clarity. I needed to tell him.

"I love you, Peter!" Peter broke into a grin and ruffled my hair.

"I love you too, Y/N, your the greatest best friend anyone could ask for," he smiles. I smile back, willing myself not to cry, he doesn't understand. I look at my watch.

"I have something to do! By Peter!" My voice cracks, but I mask it with a cough. Smooth Y/N. I look down at the ground walking away, my eyes misty.

Peter POV

"Dude! That was harsh!" Flash yells from across the bridge. I look at him puzzled.

"She obviously likes you, Penis Parker," Flash sighs exasperatedly.

"Well of course she does, we're best friends dumbass," I shake my head at him.

"No, you're the dumbass, she like likes you," Flash flips me off. I come to a realization, it made sense, the outburst when I said I should give up on MJ and the maybe not so friendly love confession. Shit, I am the dumbass.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to comfort a beautiful girl in need of a good guy," Flash announces. I stand there frozen. I watch Flash run after where Y/N had walked off to. I see him stop her and hug her, she pushes him away. I am filled with a sense of relief, why? I may have a teeny weeny bit of a crush on Y/N I gave up on that though, not wanting to ruin a perfect friendship, I pursued MJ instead, but now that I knew she liked me back, I had to do something. I run after the girl and latch onto her arm like my life depends on it.

Y/N POV

I feel someone grip my arm.

"Go away Flash," I assume it's the annoying greasy-haired boy.

"Y/N," I hear Peter.

"Oh, Peter..." I say trying to have a cheery tone like normal. He flips me around.

"I love you too, Y/N," he states.

"I know, you already told me that, like three minutes ago," I say trying to eliminate the hope building in my chest.

"As more than a friend," he adds. He pulls me in by my shoulders, our foreheads touch. I look into his eyes grinning. He moves in closer our lips meeting.

"WOOOO! FINALLY!" Ned shouts from the gondola with Betty. I laugh pulling Peter in for a second kiss.

"Oh, and by the way," I whisper into his ear.

"I have your suitcase."

"Oh, no wonder I found a lacy blue bra in my bag," he states.

"No!" I blush. He nods laughing.

"Well, now I know you're Spiderman!" I whisper.

"I honestly already thought you knew," he laughs. I giggle kissing him again. Suddenly a rumble is heard. A gigantic water monster burst from the canal almost knocking over Betty and Ned's boat.

"Oh, fuc-" Peter starts.

"Go and save the day, Spider-Boy," I grin.

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