#older men who don't move out of the way when walking i hate you!!!!!! the world is my runway and i will (try to) stomp you

[femaleboysblog]

i love being a wednesday addams - aubrey plaza variant, i was in the street and it was already kinda dark and its been six days without cigarettes and my earphones broke and i was like. This is miserable I'm not even going to try to not look weird but turns out at aleast two men moved out of my way and even got a little bit far. i feel like ive just discovered a superpower.

[satoruxx]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: bestfriend!satoru has returned, fluff, pining, slightly angsty bc of pining, simp satoru hehe, oblivious reader is back again, satoru loves you !! rheya's note: continuation to this drabble bc bestfriend!satoru is everything to me !!

bestfriend!satoru who insists that you have him on speed dial because "he's the most important person in your life" but really it just satisfies him to know that he's the first one you'd call if you needed anything.

bestfriend!satoru who started off being a bit of an ass when you first met. not because he was trying to be but because he's got an ego and doesn't know how to control it, until you call him out for his shit and it sends his heartbeat all out of wack.

bestfriend!satoru who doesn't trust anyone else around you. it's not out of concern or anything, oh no. but in his expert opinion only him and the people he trusts (like suguru, shoko, or nanami) should ever get within six feet of you.

bestfriend!satoru who waits outside every class for you, leaning against the wall with a bag of your favorite snacks in his hand, glasses perched low on his nose. the smile that crawls onto his face as you walk out of the classroom and join him is practically blinding.

bestfriend!satoru who grows older thinking of nothing but you. the person most important to him, the person he would move galaxies for. and no, it's not romantic or anything. he's just your best friend.

bestfriend!satoru who realizes that he's not the only one in the world who knows that you're attractive, and has to clench his fists with a scowl as he sees other men noticing you. then he has to stop and check himself because, why on earth is he mad about it?

bestfriend!satoru who starts openly staring at you because he can't even control it anymore, eyes soft and overflowing affection as he watches you indulge in silly mundane tasks. and when you turn and catch him looking all he can do is give you a dreamy little smile. he's got no excuses but he's gonna play it off like it's something you shouldn't worry about anyway.

bestfriend!satoru who makes you his number one priority, who doesn't care about anyone else when you're in front of him. and even if you aren't around, he can't bring himself to look at anyone else. if someone comes up to him on the street, mumbling something about how he's their type and they'd like his contact info, all he does is give them a breezy wave, saying "sorry. i got someone waiting for me."

bestfriend!satoru who, when you're trying to explain something and someone speaks over you, gives you a resolute "no i'm listening." and doesn't take his eyes away from you until you've said all that you needed to. don't ever think that nobody is listening to you because you always have his attention.

bestfriend!satoru who grits his teeth as you tell him about another unsuccessful date with a man who didn't even know how to treat you right. and how could they, when they don't even know how you like your coffee or what side of the bed you prefer to sleep on? they don't know what your favorite movie snack is or about your obsession with plants or your most precious pair of fluffy socks. not the way he does.

bestfriend!satoru who has to hold himself back during your ranting, who has to keep himself from just letting go and spilling that you weren't going to find someone who loved you more than he did. to stop himself from leaning down and kissing you so hard it takes your breath away, because he's wanted to do it since he was sixteen. he was just too stupid to understand it back then.

bestfriend!satoru who chooses to wait instead, knowing that he'll be stuck with these feelings for the rest of his life, so he'd rather wait for you. because he'd hate himself if he made you uncomfortable, and if he lost the relationship he had with you now over his silly little heart. no instead, he'll keep proving himself, staying by your side and showing you even just of fraction of the devotion he knows he has for you, if it means that you'll be by his side. and hoping that one day, maybe, you'd tell him you feel the same.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Slow

Summary: A night out celebrating Miller Contracting finishing their first big contract on time with the next one around the corner, leaves you going home with Joel and Frank, spending a night with both men you would have never dreamed of.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader x Frank Castle

Wordcount: 3,864

Rating: E

Warnings: somewhat established relationships, unspecified age gap, alcohol, smut (oral m receiving, unprotected sex) mmf threesome, everyone is bi here, feelings, a little derogatory language, public fingering, no outbreak AU

A/N: this is something I did not know I needed 26 hours ago. Also only a little edited. This is just for fun. I also fucking hate writing threesomes so if you find mistakes, please don't tell me lol

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„So, come around here often?“ You tried not to roll your eyes, leaning with your side against the bar counter of the shady, yet cozy dive bar your boss had all invited you to to celebrate finishing the first big project on time and landing two new ones. 

You hadn’t worked that long for Miller Contracting Ltd. You hadn’t been living in Austin long in the first place. A shitty break up and a boss who did not know how to keep his hands to himself let you pack your few belongings and visit your best friend almost a year ago. It had been a five day road trip, but it had changed your life. 

Now you had your own apartment, a new car and a new job as…. The girl for well, everything that had to do with numbers at Miller Contracting. 

Your boss did not make a big secret out of his dislike for paperwork in your interview.

Which led you standing in one of your favourite summer dresses, waiting for the guy behind the bar to notice you so you could order the last round for the table. 

You tilted your head to the side, finding Tommy looking at you, his eyebrows wiggling playfully, a silly grin on his lips. Tommy Miller was the younger of the Miller brothers and definitely had a drink (or three) too much already.

„Not sure if your wife likes you flirting with other woman, Miller,“ you grinned and he chuckled. 

„Not flirting. Don’t need to. I have the hottest wife at home. Here to help you,“ he said. 

You smiled, loving how in love he was with his wife, their first baby on the way. 

The bar man finally approached and Tommy ordered another round, water for you, and began to talk to the man about the latest football match. Something you very much were not interested in. 

Taking this as your cue to go you turned away, walking slowly back to the table. It was already getting late, and most of the workers had already left for home. Only Frank and Joel, your boss, were left.

They seemed to be in a deep discussion, leaving you to admire them both as you walked back over to the table. 

Frank had joined the crew not too long ago. Moving from outer state, looking for a job he had shown up at the working site, ready to be put to work. He had politely asked to talk to whoever is in charge after he knocked at the trailer that had been set up at the construction site for you. 

If you appeared… flustered he did not comment on it, talking to Joel who had been in the trailer with you to… talk about the pay checks for the coming week. 

At least that’s what he told everyone the day before the checks were due. 

Yes you did talk about the checks for the first ten minutes. The remaining time, however much he had left, was spend with you bend over your desk and he railing you from behind until you were both more than satisfied. 

You hadn’t been looking for someone. Much less your boss. Not that you thought a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you. 

He was… the manliest man you had ever met, older than you by a couple years. A hardworking Single Dad of a adorable twelve year old named Sarah. 

He was tall, broad, the slightest of silver shining through this dark hair and beard.

Funny enough the first time you slept together was after you both were a little tipsy in just this bar, waking up in his bed with a pleasant soreness you had never felt before, leaving for an awkward breakfast at which you both decided that you had to try this again sober. 

Deciding pretty quickly that you both wanted to continue seeing each other, no strings attached after. 

You, because you were figuring out a way to let you believe a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you (and your body) and Joel because he didn’t know how to let someone in and let them see the real him. The man who was scared to fall in love, to let someone in. 

Even though he already was very much in love with you. 

Not that you would know. 

You smiled at Frank as he looked up, sitting down next to Joel. Not too close, not too far. Even though part of you wanted to lean against his side and play with his hand that was resting on the bench next to you. 

„Whatcha talking about?“ You asked. They both looked at each other, before looking back at you.

„Hockey,“ both said in union and you nodded slowly, suspicious. 

„Doesn’t sound like a lie at all,“ you nodded and they both laughed. You looked at Joel, finding him hiding a smile as he looked at you for a moment before he looked back at Frank. 

Frank brought the bottle of his beer to his lips, taking the last sip, before he leaned back against the bench, watching both you and Joel with a amused smile.

You could admit that Frank was fucking hot. 

There was something dark about him, that made him even more attractive. And yeah when he was at the construction site and was working shirtless you always found a reason to spend a little bit more time outside. 

Something even Joel had noticed, hissing against your ear as he fucked you hard, asking if you wanted Frank instead of him. 

You only realised after that Joel had been jealous, finding him working shirtless only a couple days after, winking at you as he found your eyes.

Tommy stumbled against the table with the drinks. 

„My very beautiful wife is waiting outside for me. Be good. Don’t do something I wouldn’t do,“ he grinned and waved before he turned around and walked towards the door. You shook your head, laughing to yourself. 

„It’s adorable how much he loves his wife,“ you said, grabbing the glass of water and pushing the bottles of beer to Frank and Joel. 

„Never seen him like that ever before,“ Joel admitted.

„It’s a fucking miracle to find your person in this fucked up world,“ Frank said and you nodded. 

„Cheers to that,“ Joel said, raising his bottle, clinking it with his. You raised your glass too, cheering towards Frank, almost jumping in your seat as you felt Joel’s hand come up to rest on your thigh. You turned your head towards him and he clinked his bottle against your glass, giving you a small smirk, before drinking. 

You gulped before taking a sip of water. 

You had switched to water after your second beer, having drive here from home. Sarah was staying with a friend so Joel had invited you to stay the night and you were looking forward to tipsy Joel having his way with you. 

„So how long have you two been fucking?“ You head Frank ask and you chocked on your water, turning your head towards the man sitting across from you. 

He had his arms crossed, long at both you and Joel with an amused smiled. 

Frowning you looked at him, trying to come up with a lie you could tell him when Joel opened his mouth. 

„Better part of a year,“ he said and your mouth parted, shocked.

You two never had the discussion about telling anyone when you both still weren’t sure what this was or could become. Not that anyone ever had noticed until now.

Joel looked at you with a warm smile. He squeezed your thigh and you found yourself smiling back, warmth washing over at his admission. He did not even think about lying and it felt so fucking good to have a man not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. 

Even though you had been sneaking around for a year, but this was different. 

„Lucky bastard,“ Frank said and your eyes snapped from Joel to him. 

He laughed at your expression. 

„Don’t look at me like that. You’re fucking beautiful,“ he said, his eyes fixed on you. 

„She is,“ Joel said and you felt hot all of the sudden. His fingers pushed your dress up, his hand slipping between your legs and you bit your lip, your eyes still on Frank. 

„I’ve seen you watching me, girl,“ he said and you parted your lips, your chest rising as your breathing got faster. Joel’s hand kept wandering up your thigh, your legs parting for him unconsciously. 

„I haven’t…“ you began to lie, but Joel clicked his tongue. 

„Don’t lie to him, darlin’,“ he hummed, his hand between your legs pulling you closer towards him and you gasped. 

„Yeah, don’t lie to me darlin’,“ Frank repeated with a small smirk. 

„What… What is happening?“ You asked, lust clouding your mind, your panties wet as Joel fingers finally found their way to them. 

He hummed, his head bending down, his forehead resting against the side of your head. 

„Frank here had an idea to celebrate the good work you do,“ he said. 

„The work I do?“ You asked. 

„You’re the brain, we the muscle baby,“ Joel said and you gasped as his fingers pushed underneath your panties. 

„You… you did not talk about hockey while I went to get drinks,“ you said.

„No,“ Joel said.

„Joel…“ you whispered. 

„Tonight is about making you feel good. However you want,“ Frank said and you looked at him as Joel slowly pushed one of his fingers inside of you. 

You moaned quietly, your eyes slipping closed. 

„You want Frank and me to fuck you, baby?“ Joel hummed against your ear. Your eyes opened, looking at Frank who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer. 

You looked at Joel, his fingers slowly fucking into you. 

You wanted to ask him, where this idea came from. If he was certain. If he was really suggesting what you thought he was. As if he could read your mind he leaned close against your ear, whispering a quiet it’s okay. 

Flooded with confidence you turned your head, pressing your lips against his. 

„I’m taking you both home,“ you said, watching both men smirk. 

You were drunk on the power you felt as two of the hottest men you had ever laid eyes on sat on Joel’s bed, looking up at you. 

You had driven to Joel’s place with him in the car with you, Frank following behind. 

On the way Joel assured you that you were in charge to which you told him you didn’t want to be. You wanted them to fucking wreck you.

So he made you repeat the rules. 

Green for keep going. 

Yellow for slow down. 

Red for stop. 

You had never used anything than green with him before, and you did not plan on doing differently today. You trusted Frank. And you trusted Joel to keep you safe, no matter what. 

He told you to strip down for them as soon as you entered the bedroom, which left you here, slowly pushing your dress from your shoulders, swinging your hips with a shy smile as you let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but white laced lingerie you had worn for Joel. 

He had told you he loved you in white a while ago.

„Slower,“ Joel said, his hand palming his cock, still hidden inside his jeans. Your eyes moved from him to Frank you had his bottom lip between his teeth and one hand inside his pants. 

„Think about all the times you watched Frank work in the heat outside. Give him a little show, sweetheart,“ Joel hummed and you shuddered.

You turned away from them, taking a deep breath. You let your hands wander up an down your sides, your fingers playing with the straps of your bra, looking over you shoulder at both of them. 

Slowly up pushed the straps down before you unclasped your bra in the front, turning around, your hands covering your tits.

You found Frank’s eyes as you let your bra slip from your arms, revealing your bare tits to him for the first time. He hummed, his eyes burning as they raked over every inch of naked skin revealed to him. 

You hadn’t noticed Joel taking his cock out, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it. 

„Go on,“ Frank nodded, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

„I think it would be only be fair if you get rid of some clothes to, Gentlemen,“ you said. 

„That so?“ Joel asked and you nodded. 

He looked at you, amusement in his eyes. 

„You heard the lady, Castle. Show her those abs,“ he said and you couldn’t stop your giggle at seeing Frank roll his eyes. 

Both of them took their shirts off at the same time and you couldn’t help yourself as you walked over, bringing one of your hands up to each of their broad chests. 

You sighed when you felt Joel’s hand hook into your panties, pulling them down your legs as Frank leaned in, kissing your tits.

„How about you get down on those pretty knees and suck Frank’s cock,“ Joel said and you looked down to his cock, biting your lip. He got up from the bed, his fingers tilting your chin up, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss.

„Show him how good your mouth is,“ he whispered and you nodded, looking back at Frank who had pulled down his pants in the meantime, his cock hard and leaking against his tummy. 

Slowly you lowered to your knees between his legs. His hand came to cup your cheek as you looked up at him, his thump pushing inside your mouth. You closed your lips around it, flicking your tongue over it. 

He smirked. 

„Imagined those lips around my cock so many times,“ he said, pulling his thumb out. 

„Yeah?“ You asked, your hand carefully wrapping around his cock. 

He hissed, his jaw clenching while he nodded. 

„Let me know if I live up to your Imagination,“ you said, your lips kissing the tip of his cock, humming as you licked your lips, tasting his precum. 

„Fuck me,“ he groaned and you grinned as you parted your lips to suck on the tip of his cock. 

Hallowing your cheeks you slowly took him deeper, humming at his taste. He was a bit thicker than Joel, maybe an inch or so smaller. Relaxing your jaw you took him deeper, bobbing your head slowly as you sucked him off. Your hands resting on his thighs, digging into his skin. 

The noises he made were downright sinful, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers pulling your hair a little. 

„You can fuck her mouth. She loves it,“ Joel said from behind you and you moaned. 

„That so?“ Frank asked and you blinked your eyes, nodding with his cock in your mouth, humming around it. 

You felt Joel’s hand on the back of your neck and you looked up finding him hovering over you. 

„Come on, show him how much of a little cock slut you are,“ he said and you moaned, taking Frank’s cock deeper until your nose hit his pubic hair. 

You looked up at him, keeping him down your throat and he cursed before he began to fuck your mouth. Slowly at first, then getting rougher, the wet slurping of him fucking your mouth filling the room. 

„Fuck. You are good at that,“ he moaned, pulling out of your mouth. You smiled up at him, licking your lips. He got up to stand, pulling you up with him, kissing you hard. You moaned against his lips as you felt Joel on your back, kissing up your shoulder. 

Feeling four hands on you was a strange sensation. Someone was holding your tits in his hands, while other hands squeezed your ass. Frank’s tongue slipped into your mouth and you let yourself relax against Joel’s strong chest. 

„You can fuck her. But don’t cum inside of her,“ Joel hummed against your skin, kissing up your neck. 

You loved when he got a little possessive.

Frank parted from your lips, one of his hands holding your face as he looked at you, dark eyes fixed on yours. Joel’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers playing with your clit. 

„Want me to fuck you?“ Frank asked. You nodded, pecking his lips. You turned your head to the side, Joel’s lips finding yours before you watched him kiss Frank, your pussy clenched at watching them kiss.

„Get on the bed. On your back. Wanna look at you when I make you cum,“ Frank rasped and you nodded. He took a step back and you got on the bed, flooded with confidence you spread your legs, laughing when he crawled over to you, kissing your lips. You felt the bed dip on your side and then there was Joel. 

His warm body against your side. 

Frank’s hands were on your thighs, pushing them apart as he kissed down your body. His lips closing around your nipple. 

„So fucking perfect. You’re a lucky bastard Miller,“ he said, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

Instead of answering Joel leaned in and kissed you, humming against your lips. He deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing one of your tits. 

You felt Frank line up between your folds, the head of his cock slipping through your slick.

„She’s fucking soaked,“ he groaned and you sucked Joel’s lip between your lips as he parted from you. 

Frank rolled you to your side, so you were laying with him against your chest, one of his arms pulling you against him, and Joel behind you. You felt Joel’s hand on your stomach, his lips against your shoulder. 

Frank wrapped your leg above his, his cock between your legs.

„Want me to fuck you now?“ Frank asked, kissing you softly. 

„Please,“ you whimpered and he chuckled. 

„I got you,“ he cooed, parting your legs a little wider to make space for him, slowly sinking into your heat. 

You felt every inch of him, letting your head slowly fall back against Joel’s.

„Shit you’re so fucking wet. So warm,“ Frank groaned, slowly fucking into you. 

You moaned, closing your eyes. You felt Joel’s hand play with your tits and you reached behind, wanting to touch him. Opening your eyes you looked down and behind, finding Frank’s hand wrapped around Joel’s cock, slowly pumping his length all while he fucked you. 

„Fuck you’re both so hot,“ you whimpered and they chuckled. 

„You’re fucking breathtaking, baby,“ Joel hummed behind you and you whimpered. 

Frank began to fuck you harder, his thrusts hitting that spot inside of you, that made your whole body shake. 

„Oh, she’s close,“ Joel hummed and you felt his hand sneak between your legs, finding your clit, beginning to circle it. Frank’s hand was now on your hip, moving you against him. 

„Make her cum, Castle,“ Joel snarled. You reached your arm back, your fingers pushing into Joel’s hair, your fingernails scratching over his scalp. He kissed the side of your head, pinched your nipple and with the way Frank was fucking into you it was only seconds before you exploded, your orgasm making you cry out loudly.

„Fuck… Fuck,“ you heard Frank curse before he pulled out of you. Looking down you saw him jerking himself off before ropes of cum hit your stomach. You where still shaking from your orgasm when you felt Joel line himself up behind you and thrust into your still fluttering pussy. 

Your eyes closed, whimpering as Joel fucked into you hard and fast. 

„Always so fucking good for me,“ he groaned behind you and you moaned. Lips were on yours and you opened your eyes to find Frank kissing you. His hand now replacing Joel’s on your clit. 

„You gonna cum for him again?“ Frank rasped. 

„I can’t….“ You whimpered. 

„You can. Cum for me. Cum for me and I’ll fill this little pussy up. Just the way you like it, baby….“ Joel moaned behind you. 

„Fuck,“ you moaned.

Within minutes (or seconds or hours you weren’t sure anymore) you were coming again, clenching Joel’s cock so hard he chocked on a groan, fucking into you a couple more times until he twitched inside of you and filled you with his cum. 

„Oh fuck,“ you felt his forehead rest against the back of your head. 

„Oh fuck indeed,“ Frank said and you looked at him. 

You were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and you could not remember the last time you felt so… satisfied. 

Still trying to fill your lungs with air you hissed when Joel slowly pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping out of you. 

Humming, your eyes closed you snuggled into Joel’s chest, his arms around you and Frank hugging you both. 

You opened your eyes when you felt Frank move, giving you a shit eating grin as he slipped down the mattress, his face coming between your legs. You shuddered when you felt his tongue licking your pussy, cleaning you softly, humming like it was the most delicious meal. 

He pressed a kiss on your hip when he was finished, coming up to pull you close, leaning over your head to kiss Joel and then you. 

„That was….“ You began, trying to find words. 

„Should have done that sooner,“ Joel said and you chuckled. 

„Didn’t know that was an option,“ Frank said and you agreed. 

„Whatever my girl wants, she gets,“ Joel said, kissing your shoulder. 

You must have dozed of at some point, waking up cuddled against Joel’s chest, sheets covering your body. 

He was watching you. Joel had cleaned you up when Frank had said goodbye, not without telling him that it was time to get his head our of his ass and make things official with you. 

„Where’s Frank?“ You asked sleepily. 

„Left an hour ago. Told me to let you sleep,“ he whispered. 

You pouted. 

„Feel like I should have thanked him,“ you said and Joel chuckled. 

„You’ll see him next week. Bring him a fruit basked,“ he kissed your forehead. And you playfully slapped his chest. 

„Didn’t know you liked men too,“ you smiled. 

„What can I say? I’m full of surprises,“ he teased.

„Yes, yes you are,“ you sighed, kissing his chest. 

„Everything okay between us?“ You asked, half asleep. 

„Better than okay,“ he whispered just before you drifted back to sleep. 

A week later you were sitting at your desk in the trailer when the door opened and Joel walked in. He locked the door behind him and you grinned as he walked over. 

„Wanna have dinner with me tonight?“ He asked, as he walked over to you. 

„Like a date?“

„Like a date,“ he nodded, his hands coming to rest on your desk as he leaned towards you. 

„I’d like that,“ you whispered. 

„Great,“ he hummed, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

[motherofdogs1010]

Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

~

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

A child's fear and apology.

From @strawberryscarecr0w's post about Auron having a nightmare. My idea of what happened in that room with the gun, choking (He didn't men too he sorry- please). I apologize in advance-

Auron was standing somewhere? looking around everything seemed...oh no.

BANG

Flinching he saw a door cracked open, light bleeding out of a fireplace. He knew all too well what would be behind that door if he creaked it open. But he didn't have control of his body, slowly he walked to the door and involuntarily opened it. There, right there, was him, younger, way to young to be holding that fucking gun. Breathing became more quicker as he looked to the floor where the younger version of himself was looking.

It was him, laying down holding the bullet wound where the younger him shot. Not deadly but if not treated quickly can kill him. Haunting eyes looked at his younger self, then he chuckled, god he hated that fucking chuckle had had. His skin crawled when ever he did so because he did it when he had the upper hand...

That bastard got up, as if he was bullet proof. Younger him backed up in surprise clutching the gun and raising it only for it to sound off a click. Fuck he needed another bullet! Hectic breathing was all AUuon could hear as his younger self stepped back to get distance looking for the other bullet in his pocket. But shaky hands dropped it and it rolled to his step dad.

"Fuck-" The older man lunged fore Auron's younger self hands turning into claws and becoming demon like. Auron's older self yanked the kid to him and they merged?

"What..." Chuckling was his answer as he looked up to the older man in front of him. Fuck he was shorter and younger again, his body is trembling before this man again. The years of being away from this man cracking the confidence he built over the years is being ripped away from him. Again.

"Didn't I tell you boy? You can't hurt me!" Cold dead hands held him and shook him. Resentment of the man before him caused Auron t finally move, so he grabbed for his throat. Snarling Auron gripped as hard as he could, fuck this lowlife for hurting his mom, Trish, Faust, and him!

He was able to get that waste of space off of him and on his back where Auron held tight. The older man squirmed as he slapped Auron's arms and clawed at his hands. Just shouting his name, Auron Auron AuRON AURON-

"AURON!" Screeching as he finally snapped out of it and saw he was.....chocking Rook?!

"What-ACK-" A punch was thrown at his throat and he was kicked in the stomach off of Rook. Who was gasping for air coughing up saliva that was coming up their throat. Pained cries were heard as Rook got to their knees on the bed looking at him in fear. No no no no no no!

"Rook I-" Reaching out his hand was slapped hard.

"Don't TOUCH ME!" Rook curled into themselves to make them seem smaller in the bed. They flinched when they saw his face "Just...not right now please." On the floor Auron felt numb, he hurt them? He fucking HURT THEM. Tears began to fall as he looks at his hands and buries his head in them. fuck fuck fuck-

"Auron...it's ok-" Snapping his head up he shouted "NO IT ISN'T! THIS IS NOT OKAY ROOK!" He closed his eye as Rook flinched at him. They were shaking, he was shaking fuck this really is a shitty night. A creak was heard as Rook slipped down to where Auron was sitting, they were looking at the floor with tears. Fuck the bruising on their neck was dark already.

"I know, I just....I want to make you feel better. I'm sorry-" Auron let out a pained noise.

"No. Don't apologize if anyone has too it NEEDS to be me. I'm so fucking sorry Rook. I...I- ffuck I'm-" Warmth engulfed him as Rook held his waist. And began to sob, "I...I was so fucking scared Auron....What happened?" Auron just held Rook as he sobbed too. He felt like that same kid again, crying because his step father pushed him too hard again during training days.

"I...I need to tell you something. It'll explain how this happened. And Rook?" Eyes peered up to him, puffy and wet from sobbing their heart out. "If I ever do that again please. Hurt me." Their mouth dropped at those words.

"NO! I would-" Auron gave them a pleading look and they stopped. Looking into his eyes they nodded, Auron then breathed before thinking here to start.

"My step father, I shot him when I was younger." Arms gripped him tighter as his lover said nothing.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: Steve's parents come back while their son is having a sleep-over with the older teens. Steve is in the middle of an intense nightmare.

The ground was opening up beneath his feet. He rushed to Dustin, tried to push him out of the way, but only ended up pushing him down. Eddie yelled to him where he was holding onto the edge of the opening, trying so hard not to fall into the abyss below.

"No!" Steve tried to grab one of Eddie's hands, ignoring the screaming of Robin and Max in the distance. "Hold on!"

But it was too late. Eddie slipped and within seconds, Steve could no longer see or hear him yelling his name.

"Steven! Wake up!"

Steve's eyes flew open to see his mother staring at him, hint of concern just visible beneath her usual mask of disgust at his mere existence.

He looked around and saw everyone sitting up and watching him.

Nancy and Robin had death grips on Eddie's legs, trying to keep him away from Steve.

"What in the world is going on?" his father asked from behind the couch.

"Why are these people here? Why are you sleeping in the living room?" his mother continued, not giving him a chance to actually speak.

The comedown from a nightmare like that was always disorienting even without the barrage of questions coming from people who weren't supposed to be home for weeks.

"Steve, we're all okay," Eddie said, clearly fighting every urge to rush over to him, to touch his face and kiss his lips the way he always did when he had a nightmare.

"Are you going to explain?" His father's tone broke through his state of panic and he frowned.

"No."

"No?"

"No. These are my friends and this is my house more than it is yours at this point. We weren't doing anything wrong," Steve gulped.

He'd never spoken to his parents like that, not even in arguments over grades or sports or college or his future.

"Excuse me? This house is in our name and you live here with the expectation that you will work and save money to get your own place since you refuse to go to college."

Steve saw Eddie start to move, but Nancy shoved him back down and glared at him.

"And that's what I'm doing. I don't work every single minute of my life. I'm allowed to hang out with friends."

"With a drug dealer? And two young women who should not be sleeping anywhere near two young men?" his mother asked as she looked over Nancy and Robin.

"Fine. We'll go."

Steve stood up, still a bit off from his nightmare, and gestured for everyone to follow him.

His parents started to argue, but he ignored them, making sure everyone had their stuff as they all walked out of the house.

They all got into Eddie's van, but Nancy and Robin moved to the back so they could curl up under the blanket they brought with them.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asked him as they backed out of the driveway.

What time even was it?

"Yeah. Just don't wanna be here anymore," Steve sighed.

"Stay with me for a bit?" Eddie asked, looking over at him as he drove towards the trailer park.

"Wayne doesn't like me very much. Not sure that's a good idea," Steve sighed.

"What do you mean? Wayne loves you."

"He hates me! He never even talks to me. He looked at me weird when I cooked dinner that one night for both of you. Thought he was gonna take me out back and shoot me or something," Steve admitted.

Eddie laughed.

"Stevie, Wayne loves you. He's just a man of few words and he was lookin' at you like that because he didn't know we were together yet and thought you were looking at us as a charity case. He didn't realize you were trying to impress him because we started dating."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So. Stay? Until you find a place at least?"

Steve nodded.

"Yeah. I'll stay."

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Out Of The Blue Pt3

Pt1

Tommy and his brothers walk into the Garrison pissed off, then again when isn't he. The Garrison is now empty other than Harry sat on the floor. That's when Tommy noticed the blood. Frowning he makes his way over to see YN lying lifeless on the floor with Harry holding a wound. Immediately Tommy is by YN's side listing for her breathing, its there but faint

"Stay with me YN" Tommy breaths out quietly. Gently he picks YN up in his arms and rushes her to his car out front, ordering his brothers to find the men that did this.

At the hospital Tommy paces back and forth covered in YNs blood. Arthur, John and Micheal walk over to him also covered in blood

"It's done. They're dead" Arthur lowly says. Tommy nods acknowledging what his older brother just said

"Hows YN doing?" John asks worriedly for his best friend

"Fuck knows. Because no fucking doctor will tell me!" he yells out of anger before sitting down on a seat with his head in his hands "they took her to surgery as soon as we got here" he sighs

"She's a fighter, she'll pull through" Arthur says patting John on the shoulder before sitting down.  All Tommy can think of is 'what if she dies?' 'What was the point in us hating each other?' this is the point he realises his feelings for YN. She's not just his brothers friend, she means something to him as well.

The Shelby's seem to be sitting in a waiting room for hours before a doctor finally comes over and tells them that YN is out of surgery and in her room. She was shot in her abdomen and lost a fair bit of blood, but luckily pulled through.

Tommy is by her side in an instant, taking her hand in his he places a kiss on her knuckles

"You can't leave me" he says quietly "I've been so stupid. I promise if you wake up, I'll give you whatever you want" Tommy looks at YN's sleeping face, moving a stay hair. He places a kiss on her forehead when John and Arthur walk in with Micheal. Tommy hears someone clear their throat and turns around

"So you finally admitting your feelings?" John smirks

"Shut up" Tommy replies looking back at YN.

It's a few hours later when YN finally wakes up to a bright light making her flinch. She notices the pain in her stomach when she tries to sit up a little

"Hey hey hey carful" YN then sees Tommy standing up and lowering her back down

"Tom?" she croaks

"Let me get you a drink" Tommy gets a glass of water for YN which she gladly drinks with the help of Tommy "do you remember what happened?" sadly Yn nods her head

"George?" she asks looking into Tommys eyes

"Dead"

"Look who's awake!" John shouts walking into the room with Arthur

"Hey John"

"Don't ever do that again, do you hear?" John points at YN who chuckles a little before wincing

"When your able to leave the hospital, your coming home with me" Tommy says "I need to make sure your safe" Tommy strokes the side of YNs face with his knuckles

"For fucks sake" John groans making YN and Tommy look at him "just fucking kiss already. You both obviously want to"

"I'm not having our first kiss in the hospital in front of you two. It will be special" Tommy says looking down at YN who smiles widely.

[katebishopfan]

Politely Declined (H.S)

Summary: Hailee and Y/n are secretly dating, but what happens when Griffin asks her out?

Y/n POV:

The bright neon lights of the carnival tents fill my vision as Hailee and I walk along trying to figure out our next move at the giant event. The Weston Carnival is a staple of this town and today my girlfriend and I have spent our entire day here.

"Oh my god! We should go to the petting zoo!" Hailee announces excitedly, pointing at a sign that say "Petting Zoo: Age 2-12". I frown at the age limit and turn to Hailee who's looking up at pleadingly.

"We can try but they might not let us in do the apparent fact we're not twelve." She nods and I grab her hand. "Even if you look short enough to be one." I add teasingly. Hailee gasps dramatically and slaps my arm.

"Y/n M/n L/n, how dare you!" She exclaims in mock outrage as I giggle quietly.

"Mmm, I love spending time with you." I murmur softly, connecting our pinkies softly.

"Me too baby." She hums before letting go of my pinkie softly and looking up at me.

"HAILEE!!" A voice calls loudly and we both turn around. The voice belongs to none other than Griffin Steinfeld, Hailee's older brother. He's walking towards us with a couple of his friends and Hailee smiles brightly at the sight of him. I've always loved how Griff and Hailee get along so well, they really are sibling goals.

"Griffy!!!!" Hailee squeals, jumping into his arms excitedly. I smile at how cute Hailee looks and Griffin smiles back at me.

"Hey Y/n/n, how have you been?" Griffin asks as he places Hailee down. "Pretty good, how about you?" I reply as I give him a big hug. Griffin always has the best hugs. Don't tell Hailee I said that though, her hugs will always be number one but his are a close second.

"Ehh can't complain." He turns towards his friends who are all smiling at me. Ugh, men. "These are my friends, Dean, Lucas and Jesse." Griffin explains happily and I nod at each one of them. I feel Hailee subtly move closer and I refrain from smirking at her obvious jealousy. I know she hates not being out but she's scared how her family will react, even if they're amazing and supportive on all fronts.

"It's nice to meet you." Hailee says with a fake smile and clenched jaw. Their eyes spring away from me as they glance over at Hailee and nod each one of them muttering a quiet greeting.

"We were just about to try and slip into the petting zoo, would you like to join us?" I offer politely, secretly hoping they would decline. Griffin's eyes light up and he smiles brightly at me glancing over at his friends.

"We would love to, right guys?" Griff replies shaking the three boys from their insistent staring.

"Wait what's happening?" Dean asks in a confused tone. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts and focus on Griffin.

"We're going to the petting zoo." Hailee repeats in an unimpressed tone. I sneakily brush my pinkie finger past Hailees's trying to offer her some comfort. Her composure relaxes immediately but she doesn't look over at me.

"Yeah, yeah. Um that sounds fun." Lucas agrees along with Dean and Jesse who just nod.

"Great, let's go!" Griffin announces excitedly grabbing my hand. I subtly glance back at Hailee as I Griff pulls me along and find her eyes staring directly back at me. My hand slowly drifts out to grab hers, my body desperately wanting the connection. I hear the annoying click of the paparazzi's camera and I let my hand fall back. Her face starts to fall but she quickly catches it, plastering a fake smile back onto her face as more people start to swarm.

"Y/n, will you be in season two of Hawkeye?!"

"Over here Hailee!"

"Y/n, you're holding hands with Griffin. Does this mean you're dating?!" I drop Griffin's hand and ignore them.

"C'mon guys give us something!" I turn back at Hailee and find trapped, a circle of paparazzi bombarding her with questions. My blood boils and before I know it I'm pushing my way through the crowd. I grab Hailee's hand and then protectively wrap my arm around her waist.

"We will not be answering any questions today, sorry and have a nice day." I announce guiding Hailee out of the way while holding a hand out to shoo people away. I don't even have time to savor the feeling Hailee's body being against mine as I walk briskly over to Griffin who is looking very annoyed.

"Thank you for saving me." Hailee murmurs softly, cuddling up to me sneakily. I smile brightly as her head nestles into the crook of my neck. The moment of affection is brief because Hailee moves her head away once Griffin clears his throat.

"Well, should we try to get into the petting zoo?" He asks, mostly waiting for my reaction. I glance over at Hailee who shakes her head.

"Nah, the paps are here so I wouldn't want to get in trouble and have it make the headlines." I decide, looking around for something to do.

"How about the Ferris Wheel?" Griffin suggests. I feel my heartbeat quicken at the thought of being so high but I try to hide it with a smile.

"Sure, I don't think we've done that yet right ba-Haiz?" I barely catch myself in time but Hailee smiles at the pet name.

"Uhm, no we haven't.. Are you sure you're okay with going that high?" She asks, the tone of concern in her voice apparent. I nod and Griffin claps.

"Alright Ferris Wheel it is then, let's go!" I try to walk with Hailee but Griff grabs my hand and pulls me along. My phone buzzes and I already know who it is.

My Pretty Girl <3 Are you sure you're okay with the heights? I can fake a sudden illness and you can stay with me.

Me I'm sure I'll be fine. Let's try and get our own booth.

My Pretty Girl <3 It's two to a booth so it should be easy <3

Me Great!

Hailee POV:

I look up from my phone as Y/n looks back at me with that cute little smile she always has when she's happy. I'm a little nervous for her to go in the Ferris Wheel because it's very high and Y/n is terribly afraid of heights, but she said it would be fine. Plus I'll be there to support her if she needs me.

"Alright guys, welcome to the Ferris Wheel. We have a four seater here for the friends if the couple wants to go together." I nod and smile. Griffin smile widens and I realize he's talking about Y/n and Griff.

"Oh well, um Hailee and I could also go together if you want to go with your friends." Y/n suggests glancing back at with a mix of panic and apology.

"No it's fine Y/n I'll go with you." Griffin replies happily. I clench my jaw and walk over to the booth where Dean, Jesse and Lucas are already sitting. Y/n stares at me sympathetically and furrows her brow unhappily.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with your friends? I mean Hailee and I have always had this dream of taking a picture together at the top of a Ferris Wheel-"

"It's fine Y/n." I interrupt her. Her smiles sinks even further and I feel slightly bad for interrupting her. She nods slowly and gets into the booth a few down. Whelp, there goes my plan to comfort her.

Y/n POV:

I can already feel the panic in my system rising but I try to push it away and focus on Griffin. We're sitting beside each other which is somewhat comforting I guess, but I just want my girlfriend. Hailee always knows exactly how to calm me down and I need that right now.

"The ride is starting in." "3" "2" "1"

We slowly start to move and I take several deep breaths, somewhat trying to keep myself calm.

"So how is work going?" Griffin asks turning towards me. I barely hear him as we slowly start our ascent.

"I- um, it's going well how about yours? How is the world famous NASCAR driver doing?" I ask, feeling my breath start to leave my body.

"It's….which is…." I try to listen but my body is completely focused on how close we are to the top. "I also need to….these feelings…I really like yo-…" I try to comprehend what he said and form a response but my body doesn't cooperate. I stay silent as we start to descend but I realize what he said and I turn to look at him.

I open my mouth to speak but I get cut off by his lips on mine. He retracts slowly and I stare at him in complete shock. He kisses me again and I squeal pushing him off as we reach the bottom, the ride coming to a stop. I hurriedly climb out and walk right up to Hailee pulling her by the hand to behind a building.

Hailee POV

I wait nervously for Y/n at the bottom and hope that's she doing okay. Her face as she comes down looks distant and slightly panicked which makes me worried. She turns towards Griffin and he KISSES HER?! She pulls away immediately and stares at him before her kisses her AGAIN!!!! This time she shoves him away and the booth stops right in front of me. She gets out with Griffin scrambling after her and grabs my hand pulling me behind some building.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't get out and I didn't hear him because I was too focused on how high we were then he kissed me so I froze then he did it again but I love you and I-" Her words continue spilling out but I can only focus on three of them.

"You love me?" I ask quietly, my heart bursting with joy at the admission. "Of course baby. I love you." She replies like its such an obvious thing.

"I love you too and I'm not mad at you I promise." I reply softly caressing her cheek. She blushes and her eyes glance down at my lips. I slam my lips onto her trying to take her surprise so I can keep my dominance but her tongue quickly slips into my mouth and she pushes me up against the wall. Her hand grazes my thigh innocently before lifting it up and raising it to her hip. I run my hands through her hair and tug softly on a strand causing her to release a muffled whimper.

"You can't do that love." She mumbles into my mouth her lips continuing to move against mine, our mouths slotting together so perfectly.

"Why not darling?" I ask cheekily already knowing the answer.

"Because it makes me too horny." She replies boldly all the sudden rubbing her thigh against my center. I groan at the feeling and throw my head back softly. I try to grind on her but the pressure is gone as quickly as it started. I whine and try to connect our lips again but she only softly pecks mine before letting my leg slowly drop down.

"That's no fairrrrrr." I complain as she starts to walk away. She chuckles lightly and takes my hand, spinning me into her arms.

"I'll make it up to you later." She whispers sultrily. I shiver at the feeling of her breath on my ear and nod hastily.

Y/n POV:

I walked back towards Griffin and the other boys without Hailee's hand in mine, suddenly feeling much smaller.

"Hey, c-can we talk?" Griffin asks nervously, his hand on the back of his neck. I nod my head awkwardly and glance at Hailee who gives me an encouraging smile.

"Let's go over here." I decide pointing to a bench slightly off the path. We walk over quietly and I sit down beckoning him to do the same.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." He mumbles, a deep blush covering his cheeks. I hum in acknowledgment before rolling my shoulders and beginning to speak.

"I really care about you Griffin, I do. I love you, but as a brother. Hailee's my.. Well she and I are really close, and I love you both. I'm really sorry Griff." He takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I understand, thanks for being honest with me." I nod opening up arms. He smiles moves closer letting me wrap my arms around him. After a few moments I draw back and stand up. We walk back in a more comfortable silence and I smile at Hailee who smiles back. Griffin's friends on the other hand are shaking their head at him.

"Well, Y/n and I might head back to my apartment now but we had a really lovely time with you guys." Hailee announces before grabbing my hand and pulling me away.

"Why are you in such a rush darling?" I ask as we walk off.

"Shut up I'm horny."

A/N

Make sure to check my Wattpad, I have ALL my oneshots posted there.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 18 of Kinkmas: Being a Whore For Ponyboy

pairing: ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

warning: protected sex

Y/N's (sparkle) POV

Yes I live in a whore house, and some people HATE the fact that I live in one but all the girls are super sweet including the Head Mistress, Miss. Lola is the most dearest person I've ever met!

I had a hard life back when I was a child. Parents always fighting, brother being a abusive asshole, you know the ups and downs of a terrible household. I moved out at age 18 because my mom wanted me to go and I met Miss. Lola at a bar and she asked me to go to the whore house and I obviously said yes. Now I'm in the house with 9 girls always wear lingerie and stilettos.

It's a friday night and we got a call about 6 men are coming to the house which, I wonder who I'm gonna get.

"Alright ladies you know the drill right?" Miss Lola says.

"Yes Miss. Lola!" We said at the same time.

"Now go to your usual places!"

We go sit in our usual seats and we hear cars in the distance and the girls and I squealed but Miss. Lola shushed use but in a nice way. We hear the doorbell ring and Miss. Lola opens the door and holy, these men look attractive.

"Hello Miss. Lola, girls." A tall brunette says. He looks older than the other men.

The girls giggled including myself.

"Some of these girls know what they're doing and some, are new so make them comfortable alright?" Miss Lola whispers but I heard it.

The men nods and walks up to us and one of them went up to me and gave me a grin. I giggle.

"Girls." We look at Miss. Lola.

"Go up to your rooms and please be protective."

We nod and we took our men up to our rooms and closed the doors.

My guy sat on my bed and took his pants off and looked so handsome.

"What's your name sweetie?" He said.

"Sparkle."

"Your actual name." He smiles.

"Y/N."

"It suits you."

I chuckle and said, "What's yours, handsome?"

He looks down and chuckles and says, "Ponyboy."

"That's a original name."

"I get that a lot."

I walk up to him and I feel his hands wrapping around my waist and I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Well Ponyboy, I hope that you're ready for a long night."

"Are you on anything?"

"Yes Ponyboy."

"Then, I'm ready for you princess."

I smile and started kissing him. I feel him putting me on the bed and I giggle. He stops kissing me and takes his shirt off and starts making out with me. He starts to give me hickeys and I start to moan. It feels so good. I tug on his hair and I can feel him getting hard. I can tell he wants my lingerie off so I let him take it off, he's in awe. I get on top of him and straddles him and began to do a trial of kisses down to his underwear to take them off and his cock. Boy he's huge. I start blowing him, he starts to moan and says, "That's it, right there baby girl." I can feel his hand on my head to keep me steady.

"I'm about to cum baby."

I keep on bobbing but he stops me and says, "I need to be inside you." I go up to him and he flips me over and starts to fuck me. I moan I don't want him to stop.

"Ah, Pony!"

He came.

We hear a scream and we stop and looked at the wall where the screaming is coming from and it's coming from Valerie's (Angel) room.

"I think Dally is in the room."

"He's got Angel."

"Who's angel?”

"Her actual name is Valerie and I think Baby is in there to."

Pony gave me a look like he's never heard of that name before.

"Baby's actual name is Jessie."

"Well, I'm glad that I can have you all to myself." Ponyboy grins.

"Make love to me Ponyboy."

He grins again and starts fucking me again. God this boy, he feels good inside me. I scream and feels him kissing the valley of my breasts and I start feeling his hair and starts tugging on it a little. He stops fucking me and I whine.

"Pony?"

"Yes Sparkle?" Ponyboy says still under the sheets.

"Can we take a break, I feel sore."

Pony went up to me and laid down next to me and fixes a strand of hair of mine out of way and looks at smiles. "What Pony?"

"I just want to look at you." I giggled.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm."

"I have a weird question."

"What is it?"

“What was your life like before you became a, you know, this?" I look down and chuckle and says, "Well, I had a hard life and I had a abusive household, my dad and my brother would beat to shit out of me and my mom kicked me out at the age of 18. Now I live here with nice girls including a sweet head mistress."

"I'm sorry that you have to go through that. You seem like an innocent girl."

"Ms. Lola is like a mother to me, a sweet woman who thinks women can do what they like to do."

"Is this what you want to do your whole life?" "Well, not really, maybe marrying someone, having a actual job, or maybe having children one day." Pony smiles and touches my cheek and says, "We can get married." "Really?"

"Yeah, but not now, you're a sweet person and how can someone treat you like shit?"

"Ask my family." Ponyboy looks at me and kisses me on the lips and I kiss him back. He's a good kisser.

"I don't want to be just a hookup, I actually want to take this thing that we're doing to the next level."

"What do you mean Ponyboy?"

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He smiles. "Yes Pony!" I smile as well.

[veeisdunn]

Sneaking around

Shelby family x sister!reader

warning: period typical homophobia

context: set before season one, reader is a few years younger than Ada.

I know this isn't an original idea and is kind of overdone, but I figured since I am very very queer I might as well give it a shot.

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It took awhile for everyone to recognise, but it was clear as day now. The youngest Shelby girl was slipping away.

Finn saw it first. The young boy idolised his older sister. Though less than a year was between them, Y/N was his world. You were there, day in day out, to offer support, advice, or generally cause trouble; until one day, you weren't.

Arthur, bless his heart, took a long time to come around. 

"But I fuck off all the bloody time and I don't see any of yous all stressed"

"This is different Arthur, it's y/n" Tommy, the replacement voice of reason.

You were barely a teenager when you first realised you were different. You had a playground boyfriend who you adored, but not in the right way. You always looked at him like a best friend, but it became painfully obvious he was dealing with some serious puppy love. He kissed you. You hated it.

You promptly ended things after that embarrassment.

As you got older, it clicked. You didn't like boys, not in that way. You looked at women the same way many men would. 

I'm fucking delusional. A looney.

The Shelby boys would tease your lack of romance, but deep down appreciated that you being single gave them one less thing to worry about.

You was all alone with these thoughts of self-loathing, until you met her.

Emma was a few years your senior and worked as a seamstress on the other side of Small Heath. You were caught in the rain together one evening, and the rest was history. You and Emma became close friends, both craving female companionship in your male-dominated lives. Your relationship escalated one drunken night in the snug of the Garrison. Most of the Blinders were in London doing god knows what, leaving the private room of the pub to you and her friend.

"Truth or dare?" Emma slurred 

You hummed, "truth!"

"Who was your first love?" 

"That's a big question." you pondered

"I've just never seen you around any men! You never even talk about them, you literally have your pick of every man in Birmingham." Emma giggled, her inhibitions getting the best of her.

"I… I just haven't found the right person yet." you quipped defensively, pouring yourself and Emman another glass.

"Maybe you're looking in the wrong place?" 

You choked on her gin. "What's that supposed to mean?”

Emma leaned back into her chair and stared you down. "I saw the way you look at the barmaid." she smirked.

shit. shit. shit.

"I think she's cute as well" Emma continued, swirling her drink around her glass.

You felt like all of the air had been ejected from your lungs. Did Emma feel it too?

"Wait. You also like women?" 

"Yes. I think they're rather more attractive" the older girl replied nonchalantly.

— 

Ever since that fateful evening, you had been "best friends" - more accurately, you were sneaking around each other's houses, stealing kisses behind buildings or under tables, and fighting the urge not to show any physical affection in public. You were enamored by each other.

This new arrangement made you fear your family, quite simply because they ran the entire city - the walls may as well have had piercing eyes following your every move. Though if the you were exposed, you didn't worry for yourself, you worried for Emma - an unmarried 20 year-old living in a bedsit above a cobbler who had no family (or gang for that matter) to come to her defense.

Y/N was certain this was one of the only laws her family hadn’t broken, and now you were walking all over it. Homosexuality, as Emma had taught you, was fully natural, but extremely illegal. Sometimes the you wished you could just be normal, but then you wouldn’t be able to spend hours gazing into your girlfriend's glowing eyes - a truly impossible predicament.

— 

The sun peaked up over the dense bog of factory smoke, darkened rays illuminating the dusty streets. Y/N took a deep breath in, halfway between a slumber and reality. 

That’s a nice smell.

Only a few minutes later did you realise that that nice smell was, in fact, Emma’s perfume and your head was, in fact, buried in Emma's chest.

“Morning, sunshine.” The older girl whispered, resting her hand on your knotty h/c  hair, attempting in vain to comb through it with her fingers.

“What time is it?” you yawned and relaxed into Emma’s gentle touch.

“Just turned seven, the bird’s woke me.” She spoke softly but the you were thrown into a panic. This was your first time sleeping in your bed and you'd slept in.

“They'll be up.” You shot up from Emma’s embrace. This revelation ruined the tranquillity of your night together. Emma hastily slipped on one of your frilly blouses and long woollen skirt, abandoning last night’s evening dress for the sake of blending in outside. You then helped your lover out of the window and onto the fence, then down to the alleyway beside the Shelby home.

“Em I’m sorry, again. I’m just scared, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” You apologised profusely, feeling ashamed that you went to such lengths to hide. 

Emma smiled sadly “No, I get it. We can’t have our fun end now can we?” She giggled playfully “I best be off, you should sleep over in my room tonight.” 

You blushed as Emma waltzed down the alley and onto the bustle of Watery Lane as if nothing had just happened. 

— 

“Aunt Polly, guess what?” Finn giggled, skipping into the crowded kitchen. The whole family, except you, were crowded around the table eating breakfast. “I heard someone in Y/N’s room!”

“Finn, that’s not funny. Go and cause trouble elsewhere.” Tommy scolded, glancing up from his newspaper.

“No!” the boy protested, grabbing his Aunt’s arm as she walked past, “I heard her talking! And I heard lots of footsteps! And the window!” he blabbed

The chorus of murmurs that filled the room ceased. 

“Y/N’s finally gotten herself a man!” John cheered, slapping an angry Tommy on the back. Across the table, it looked as if steam was pouring from Arthur’s ears.

“Boys, I say it’s a good thing. It’s time she found someone to have fun with.” Ada sighed, sensing one of her brother’s was about to blow up.

“I agree with Ada.” Polly announced, “Y/N is an adult now, she can do whatever the bloody hell she pleases”

“She’s barely 18!” Tommy slammed his paper down “she should NOT be having men sharing her bed.” Ada glared daggers into him. A floorboard creaking across the hall meant that you had accidentally announced yourself sneaking back to bed.

“Speak of the devil.” Arthur tutted. 

You apprehensively stepped towards the stairs.

Maybe if I walk slowly, they won’t see me?

“Y/N! Y/N! Who was it? When can I meet him?” Finn sang, bounding up to you, Tommy hot on his heels. 

“Who was the man in your bed?” Tommy demanded “Do we know him? Or will I have to introduce myself?” He snapped, a menacing undertone in his voice.

“THIS is why she felt the need to sneak him out!” Ada shouted over her brother, “you could at least pretend to be supportive!”

Tommy let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Okay, how was your secret fuck last night?”

“THOMAS! Cut it out. Now.” Polly could have broken glass with her shriek. “Girls, I suggest you leave. Your brothers need educating.”  

You fled up the stairs to her room. Ada followed close behind, stopping her sister from slamming the door and locking herself away. You threw yourself on the bed in despair. 

“That’s a nice dress. Did you wear it last night?” Ada tried her best to be friendly, inspecting Emma’s crimson dress hung over a desk chair.

“That’s not my dress.” You rolled over to face the wall, “it’s my friends.” you huffed defensively.

“You know, you can always borrow my dresses?” Ada settled down at the end of her sister’s bed, misjudging the situation.

“No Ada, it’s just that she wore it last night and left it here.” 

“So if one of your friends slept over, can’t you just tell everyone so they’ll shut up?”

An unfamiliar knot tied itself in your stomach. It was one thing sneaking around behind the backs of your family, lying to their faces was not something you'd considered. You opted to remain silent.

“What’s going on with you lately? You keep shutting everyone out.” Ada leaned over and looked down over her little (adult) sister with concern.

“I’m just so fucking tired of hiding.”

Ada’s the least likely to kill me.

“From what?” 

“Everyone. I am sick of living life like this.”

“Y/N, who was here last night?” Ada asked softly, catching on.

You snapped. “My girlfriend. My girlfriend was here and we slept in my bed. We didn’t have sex, we just talked.”

Ada silently gasped and took a moment to compose herself. “Look, I don’t care what you’re doing with her-”

“No, it’s not that.” tears began to well in your eyes, “it’s the fact they all probably think I’m no better than a common prostitute despite the fact they sleep with every woman they find.” 

“Oh Y/N…” Ada mumbled with a smile, “Polly will sort them out. You shouldn’t be sneaking around us.”

You was taken aback by Ada’s lack of anger. 

“Now…” Ada jumped up and picked up Emma’s dress from the chair, admiring the quality “tell me about her!”

— 

“Look Thomas, just because she is a woman and you are a man, it doesn’t mean you have more rights than Y/N.” Polly snapped, towering above her nephew.

“You just can’t seem to get it through your head, Pol.” Tommy retorted, standing from his seat, “men are bad, they can’t be trusted.”

“Yes, and you would know all about bad men Tommy, since you yourself run with the devil.” Polly squared up to him and snarled, staring into his dark eyes.

John joined the pair standing and rested a hand on each of their shoulders. “Eva is a smart girl, she probably picked someone who’s the total opposite of a Blinder. He’ll be nothing like Tommy.”

“At least if he’s a fuckin’ Blinder we can finish him off quickly.” Arthur chimed in, gripping his glass so hard it could have smashed.

“There will be no finishing of anyone off. You boys cannot sentence an innocent man to death for sleeping with Y/N. How do you think she will take that? Will she thank you? Or will she leave this God forsaken city and never come back?” Polly snapped, “It’s your decision, but it’s one you should take in a fucking heartbeat.”

As Polly berated Arthur and John sat back with indifference, Tommy stormed into the hallway and ascended the rickety stairs to your room. His mind was running at lightning speed, anger and guilt both clouding his rational brain. He had to know who this man was before he decided on his next step. Your jubilant voice and Ada’s giggles stopped him from bashing her door off its hinges.

“And when Emma kisses me, I swear my heart is going to explode.”

“Does she treat you well?”

“She’s so thoughtful. On the anniversary of Mum’s death, she brought flowers for us to throw in the cut. We sat on the edge for hours and she just listened to me ramble.”

“Oh my gosh! You lucky girl Y/N!” 

Tommy kissed his teeth and looked up at the ceiling before opening the door.

If there is a God, he thought, then please tell me what the fuck is going on.

Both yourself and Ada jumped as your older brother entered, his expression was impossible for either of you to decipher.

“Tommy, before you yell at her, can you at least think about this!” Ada begged, standing between him and yourself.

“Ada. Out. I need to talk with Y/N alone.”

Ada stepped forward “If you upset her Tommy, I’ll fucking kill you.” she threatened through gritted teeth.

Begrudgingly, after bickering some more, Ada left your bedroom and closed the door behind her. 

Thomas sighed, listening to the rapid rhythm of his pulse. Wordlessly, he picked up your desk chair and placed it next to your bed, sitting down and staring at his sister who was leant against the headboard, your knees to yourchest. You refused to meet his gaze.

“So,” He coughed, “Who is Emma?”

You traced circles into your thigh as you took a shaky breath in.

“My friend.” You mumbled

“Your friend who you shared a bed with and kissed?” Tommy raised his eyebrows. He needed to hear you say it for yourself, though, as Ada did, he’d caught on.

“I - you know, Tommy.” You sniffed your tears back.

“I need to hear it from you, Y/N. Use your words.”

“Fine. I love her Tommy! I love her more than all the girls you sleep around with. I know you don’t want me to be happy but I don’t care because I love her.” You lost it, you sat up and faced him, shouting with tears streaming down your face. The only thing stopping you from attacking him was the iron grip you were keeping on your bed sheets.

Tommy didn’t reply. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands.

“I know you’re pissed but quite frankly I’m sick to death of being a prisoner to the men in this family. For once, I have someone who loves me for me and who doesn’t treat me like a child. If you don’t like it, I’ll fucking leave and you can be rid of me.” The words flew out of your mouth without much doubt and you couldn’t figure out if they were empty threats or if you were ready to run. Your brother’s reaction would decide that.

Silence. “So?” you spat, “when do you want me gone?”

Tommy barely registered what he had heard. He was stunned, sifting through his racing thoughts: She could be arrested, or even killed. Her reputation would be finished. What if she wanted her own life and career? Would she even be able to find a job?

He was so engrossed, in fact, that he didn’t even notice you leave in floods of tears.

— 

You were running on fumes. You hadn’t woken up prepared for any of this anguish. Your legs carried you to the one place where you knew you’d be safe - Emma. Before long, and after lots of odd looks from people around you, you'd ended up at the door of the dress shop where your girlfriend worked. 

“G’morning! How can I help?” The woman behind the counter looked up from her work at you, a fake smile on her face.

“Emma.” you panted, catching your breath, “Is Emma here? I’m her friend and it’s an emergency.”

After studying your face, the woman’s smile faded. “Emma!” She poked her head through a door behind her and called, “There is a Miss Shelby here looking for you.”

A crash, a slam, and then Emma appeared, rather flustered. If it wasn’t for your panic, you would be swooning at the sight of your lover in your clothes. 

“You should step in the back for a minute - I don’t want customers seeing you girls chit-chat.” The woman, who you had now deduced was the boss, spoke quietly. Emma didn’t respond and grabbed your forearm, leading you into the back room and closing the door.

“What happened? Why’re you crying?” Emma fretted, sitting you down at a desk.

You held back your tears in fear of getting your girlfriend in trouble. “They know.” You whispered, “My little brother heard someone in my room and they’ve all found out.”

Emma cursed under her breath, holding onto your hands so hard her knuckles went white. “Are they angry?” She whispered back, her eyes flicking to the door cautiously.

“I - I don’t know. My sister was really happy but I don’t think my brothers are. I asked Tommy if he wanted me to leave and he didn’t even say anything. I don’t think I can go back.”

The older girl walked over to a set of pegs and took a key out of a bag, handing it to you. “Go back to my room. I’ll finish at six today, then we can come up with a plan.”

“No!” You snapped in a hushed voice “You don’t understand how crazy my family are. You should leave me here and go somewhere else, it won’t be safe in the city for you anymore.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you. If you don’t think it’s safe here, then let’s both get out.”

After that exchange, you were sent on your way back to Emma’s bedsit. Luckily everyone else was at work so no one saw you run in. You were originally planning to spend the day figuring out what you and Emma were going to do come the evening, but you instead collapsed from exhaustion and slept.

— 

“Thomas Michael Shelby!” Polly bellowed, practically picking him up by his collar. “What in God’s name have you done?!”

Tommy snapped out of his haze. Y/N was gone. Polly was out for blood. Ada was crying. Arthur was having a drink - at 8am. John was gone, too. What the fuck happend?

“You were meant to comfort her! Not drive her out of the fucking house!” 

Tommy ignored his raging aunt. “I’ll get every bloody man on the street to find her.” His voice was monotone as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

Ada chuckled sarcastically, “John’s already onto that, got all the Blinder’s after her. He was being a brother while you were sitting on your arse.”

“SHIT” Tommy stood up and threw the pile of books from Y/N’s desk into the wall. “Shit shit shit.” And he was gone.

— 

The three brothers were out all day looking for their sister, while Polly, Ada, and Finn stayed home waiting in case she returned. She didn’t. As the night approached, the trio returned and handed over to a group of their associates who planned to search all night.

On the other side of Small Heath, you and Emma were getting ready to head out. Your plan was to sneak back to Watery Lane, get your things, leave a note, and get out. You was intending to hide in Emma’s room until you could both figure out where to go next. You took the reverse route that you had that morning, seeing that all the lights were on downstairs, but no one appeared to be upstairs. Down the alley, up the fence, onto the roof, then through the window. The one thing that you'd forgotten to consider was that somebody could already be in there. 

Ada was laying on your bed in floods of tears. The second your feet hit the floor, she shot up and screamed, bounding over. “Y/N! I thought you were never coming back!” She grabbed you and smothered her in an embrace, “Tommy didn’t mean it. He was just being an idiot. Good god Y/N I thought we’d lost you.”

Emma awkwardly slid in through the window, extremely embarrassed. At the same time, a pair of footsteps sprinted up the stairs and into the room and the door flew open. John. He looked exhausted and was too shocked to even speak, he assumed Ada was having a nightmare. On her guard, Emma stormed over to him and backed him in a corner. 

“Are you Thomas?!” She snapped, seething with anger.

John let out a sincere chuckle and smiled. “So Y/N did pick someone tough after all - I’m John, not Tommy.” Emma retreated in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I thought he’d made you cry.” She mumbled to you “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I like her, Y/N.” Ada smiled, taking a good look at the new woman in the room.

You walked over to Emma and took her hand. “You don’t need to protect me, it’s ok.” You whispered, wrapping her in a calming hug. You could feel her pulse pumping across her body.

“So you’re the girl who stole my little sister’s heart?” John enquired, relieved.

“Emma.” You spoke into the girl’s chest, “You’re hugging me too tight.”

Emma immediately let go “I’m sorry, I’m just tense.” You pecked her lips, “Better now?”

Ada awed at the interaction and took in the sight of her baby sister in love, John could have sworn his legs had turned to jelly. The moment was destroyed by another set of footsteps, Tommy entered drearily. 

John ceased his opportunity to wind his brother up. “Emma.” He announced, turning to her, “This is Thomas. Tommy, meet Emma.”

The loving embrace between you both ended as Emma stormed over to the doorway and pinned Tommy against it. Ada covered her mouth, trying not to laugh at the exchange.

“You. You fucking made Y/N cry. She’s been in my room all day crying because you couldn’t talk to her, after demanding that she ‘use her words’ you fucking prick.” she spat. Tommy lifted his hands up in surrender, shocked at this new girl’s confidence. 

“Ay, no need to shout. I came to apologise to my sister for being an arse.” 

“Honest to God Tommy, I don’t think an apology will cut it.” John folded his arms and walked towards the door.

“No. I’ll listen.” You piped up, pushing past John. “Emma, it’s ok, I promise.”

Emma shook her head and stood back. Ada took her out of the room begrudgingly and John followed, the three of them waiting outside of your door.

“Tommy, I-” You began but you were cut off by your brother engulfing you in a hug and practically picking you up.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I’m sorry. You can be angry at me but I’m just so happy you’re home.” He rambled, gripping you as if you were about to disappear again.

“I’m not angry, I’m hurt.” You stepped back from the hug and looked into his glassy eyes. “Why didn’t you say something, anything Tommy? I thought you were mad, I thought you hated me.” You spoke as tears fell down her cheeks.

“I - Y/N I was thinking about you. I was scared. You’re too good for this world and people won’t understand this.”

“I just wish you could have said something. Tommy you fucking terrified me.” You sniffed.

He took your hand in his and held it to his chest. “I don’t care who you love, Y/N, as long as you love. I don’t know where all that talk of me hating you came from. You could scream and shout at me, but I will never, ever, hate you. I got scared that you’d met some man like me who wouldn’t treat you well; but now I see you’ve found yourself a woman who will fight me over your feelings - a brave woman.” 

“So… you don't hate me? I thought you’d want me locked up.”

Tommy scoffed “Locked up, eh? You don’t have shell shock. You aren’t crazy. And even if you were, I'd look after you, I wouldn’t shut you away.”

You burst into relieved tears, prompting Emma to open the door. Tommy immediately stood to face her, his arms yet again up in a surrender.

“I don’t know if you heard that, Love, but I was apologising, so please don’t cut me.” He spoke, locking eyes with her pleadingly.

“Ok.” Emma sighed. “You’re forgiven, for now.” She warned. John skipped through the door cheering. “Tommy brother, we have found your match!” He laughed, “Aunt Polly will love you!”

The rollercoaster of a day came to a crashing halt as night fell across Watery Lane. You apprehensively introduced Emma to your family. John was right, Polly adored her: “Finally, another woman to help me control these feral men.”

Arthur was less expressive: “D’ya want a whisky?” Emma obliged - immediate friends.

Finn, bless his heart, was very confused - “Y/N, your boyfriend is a girl.” but he eventually figured it out.

— 

“You know,” You started, looking into the fire surrounded by your family with the woman you loved, “sometimes Em and I joke that the Shelby’s have now broken every law in the book.”

“No, I’m sure your brothers could find a few others.” Polly chuckled, leaning back into her seat, a smile plastered across her face.

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[tobiasdrake]

I've been asked about my gender a couple of times. Once today, even. And I always freeze up when asked about that because. Like.

The reality is that I have a long and complicated relationship with gender. For years, I've just said "cis-male" because that's the easy answer. It felt like a noncommittal default answer. It's only recently that I've become less comfortable with that because. Well. Identifying as cis is still identifying, still committing to something.

But it's hard to commit because my situation is... messy.

I don't know if anyone is interested to hear me ramble about gender so I'm going to put this all after a jump. But since I'm having a mid-life crisis introspection day, here is my long, convoluted history with my gender identity.

If you saw my "characters who raised me" post, you might have noticed that an overwhelming majority of them were women. I have always felt more comfortable in the spaces that femininity creates than masculinity.

When I picture myself, when I close my eyes and see myself as the person I want to be, as the image I want to project out into the world, I see a young woman in her 20's with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Like Sailor Moon's Makoto Kino, a decade older.

My parents weren't around very much, so these women were my earliest teachers. They taught me how to walk. How to sit. Where to put my hands when I'm moving. And then adults made me unlearn all of that because you're not supposed to carry yourself like that or walk like that or sit like that if you're a boy. Learn to cross your legs in a masculine way!

To this day, I still often walk on the balls of my feet by habit, simply because my legs naturally imitate the posture of wearing heels. But I tell people it's because I watched a lot of Gargoyles as a kid and also really liked the X-Man Nightcrawler. (Which I did and do, and they're great.)

My favorite color is red. The reason my favorite color is red is because it's actually pink, but you're not allowed to like pink if you're a boy. My parents made that clear when they made me stop wearing my big pink winter coat that I loved so very much.

I spent the rest of my childhood and much of my adulthood dressing in black instead. Nobody cares if you're a boy or a girl if you're wearing black. (It also color-coordinates well with pink. That is a fire combination.)

I didn't really know what I was doing as a kid. I just knew that I was doing it wrong. Because people kept telling me I was doing it wrong. Gotta be a man. Gotta man up. Gotta like the things that boys like. Gotta put away the girly things because real men don't like girly things; In fact, "real men" aggressively hate girly things!

Gotta get money. Gotta get women. Gotta be aggressive and violent and not take no for an answer. That's how you be a real man. These are the things I started to internalize as the way I'm supposed to behave, as the space I'm meant to be in.

And I should note that this is not a fair reflection of masculinity. This is toxic masculinity. But it's what I was learning and it's the person I started becoming. Because I stopped listening to women, stopped respecting women, reframed my relationship to femininity as one of desire and power and control.

And I was miserable. I became a mediocre boy with pent-up aggression, prone to lashing out at the slightest indignity or disrespect because gotta assert my manhood. And I was tremendously unsuccessful at getting money and women. Women didn't like being around me very much. Can you possibly guess why? Probably because I was visibly unsafe to be around.

I hated it. I hated doing it. I hated the consequences of it. I was miserable.

Then I discovered that there were LGBT spaces. And I felt saved. My school's Gay-Straight Alliance became my sanctuary, where I could escape into a new world that nobody ever told me about. Where I could let it all of those pressures go and just say, "I am a trans woman."

This was not the end of my journey, though. You might not see the problem there. The thing that undermined my coming out. But for me, looking back, it's clear as day.

I was not coming out because I was more comfortable in the spaces that femininity built than masculinity. Even though I am. My mind was too poisoned by that point for a reason that good.

I was coming out because I was uncomfortable in the spaces that patriarchy built. And I thought being a transwoman would free me from that.

It did not. We are not, any of us, free from the pressures that patriarchy built. I had just traded one set of manacles for a different set. One that I hadn't been socialized in, one that is deeper and more complicated than I knew and that I didn't have the patience to learn because I was just trying to escape.

I wasn't trying to be a woman. I was trying to be what toxic masculinity thinks women are. The grass looked greener on the other side. It looked easier (and holy shit is it not). By that point in my life, I no longer respected women enough to be one.

It was two years before I gave up. Because I was still miserable. Being a woman (or my toxic impression of one) hadn't cured my soul-sickness. I was still angry. I was still lonely. So I went back to full-throated raging masculinity. I wrote those two years off as "experimenting" and I doubled down on toxic masculinity because now I was compensating for something.

I got a career because I'd dropped out of high school and wasn't going to college so I needed to have something. I moved out at 18 and got my own shitty apartment because a real man's gotta have his man pad. I refocused myself: Get rich, get women, be successful as a man. I spent the next years of my life as an angry libertarian incel issuing social darwinist screeds and ranting about how women are all bitches 'cause they won't sleep with me.

Then I started to meet people who were worse off than I was. Who showed me entire facets of the world I never knew existed. And I started to soften. Then I started to learn. And then I started to heal. To find acceptance for the parts of me I'd buried a decade ago.

People I can sit around and watch a TV show with, and see a snooty rich woman on the screen and go, "That one! That one's me. My character is Tahani. ^_^" and they won't judge me or tell me I'm wrong and I need to pick a different one.

Well, they'll judge me a little but only because my characters are always the fucking worst. Not because they're women. In my heart of hearts, I am an egotistic, entitled, prissy bitch and I own it.

I'm happier now than I ever was before, either as a man or a toxic man's perception of what a woman is supposed to be. And maybe my pronouns should be she/her. I don't know. Looking back over my journey, it's hard to feel like any set of pronouns really fits me - but I feel weird being they/them. Nothing feels right to me at all anymore.

I feel more comfortable in the spaces that femininity creates than the ones that masculinity does. Even healthy masculinity just doesn't call out to me the way femininity does, because femininity defined so much of my formative years. Most of the things in my childhood that were good are gendered female.

But I also don't know why they have to be. Why you have to be a woman to like pink, or to wear a pretty dress, or to enjoy cooking, or to cross your legs in a particular way. I don't want to believe that I can't be male but enjoy the things that I enjoy. That I'm not allowed to just decide for myself what masculinity means for me.

And yet, whenever I close my eyes and picture myself, I see a woman in her twenties with brown hair tied back in a ponytail. If I could start it all over again and be that woman from the very beginning, I would.

I don't know.

What I do know is that during my time as a libertarian incel, I started a career. That career has become my family's lifeline. I'm a high school dropout whose main skillset is knowing how computers work and being proficient at Microsoft Office, and I make more money than the rest of my family combined.

I feel like anyone in my age bracket can do my job. But they pay me to do it. Because I'm white, male, and clean-cut. We're forced to live under capitalism, and my family's future depends on the money my privilege earns. Because I'm aesthetically hirable.

So I go to work in the spaces that masculinity built. Then I come home to my LGBT family where it simply doesn't matter because everyone is accepted for who they are individually, no matter what box they fit in.

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Imagine:You're Rocky Balboa's daughter,the night Ivan and Viktor show up to his restaurant you meet both men who have a deep history with your father. What you didn't expect was the way you'd feel for the son of the man who hated your father.

(PS I know the first fight happened at Barclays center,but for the sake of my imagine it happened in Los Angeles)

You were in the back,handing the dishwasher the last of the dishes from the night. You'd seen the grey haired man when he walked in,something about him familar yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Your father walked in,the hostess directing him to the table the man sat at. You observed silently,moving into the dining room when you felt the tension in the air. You stood behind your father and placed your hand on his shoulder,your brown eyes meeting the man's blue ones.

"Your daughter?"The man's rough voice asked,his Russian accent making you tilt your head. He stood,your father following right after.

The bell chimed,a large figure walking through the almost too small door. Your eyes landed on the most handsome man you'd ever seen. You didn't hear the words the two older men crossed,a set of hazel eyes holding you captive.

You watched the two men leave in silence,the younger Russian turning to look at you discreetly. You turned to your father,an unfamiliar feeling running through your body.

"That was Drago."You said,words void of emotion.

"And his son."Rocky looked at you,moving a strand of your hair from your face.

"Go."You nodded to the door. "I'll lock up."

Your father left to talk to Adonis,the cold of the night biting at your skin and blowing your hair. Pulling your coat tighter around your body you locked the door and gasped when you turned to find a strange man behind you.

"Hey pretty lady. All alone?"He asked,reaching out to touch your face. His breath reeked of alcohol,your heart racing at the thought of how this could go wrong.

"What do you want?"You tightened your grip on your purse.

"You."He shoved you against the building,your backside hurting when you hit the bricks. His hands yanked at your jacket,your knee coming up to hit him in the crotch followed by your fist hitting his jaw. He went after you again,your head hitting the bricks when he shoved you.

"Stop."You tried to resist weakly,feeling a warm liquid drip down on the back of your head.

You felt the man be pulled off you,your hands reaching out to keep you steady.

"Don't come back here."You heard a gruff voice,a thick Russian accent making you open your eyes to try and see who saved you.

"I-it's you."You whispered,then man's large hands holding you up. You saw blood where the man was standing  before Viktor scared him away,your eyesight blurring from the pain in your head.

"Are you okay?"He asked,holding you up by your arms. Even through your thick coat you could feel his strong hands,the warmth seeping into your skin. You met his hazel eyes,the concern sincere in his expressive gaze.

"I.."You panted,dizzy from when your head hit the bricks.

Viktor caught you as you passed out,the large man scooping you up. He carried you to his hotel room,light eyes watching you with concern as you breathed slowly.

"What did you do?"Ivan asked his son in Russian when he saw him walk in with a woman in his arms. His eyes widened when he saw who the unconscious woman was that Viktor laid on his bed,the woman being none other than Rocky Balboa's daughter. "Why is she here?"

"A man attacked her and she hurt her head,I couldn't just leave her."Viktor answered in his fathers native language,turning to look at the woman he laid on his bed. He brushed her hair out of her face,snapping out of admiring her beauty when he felt his fathers glare on the back of his head.

Viktor looked for the gash on your head,cleaning and placing clean gauze over the wound. Ivan watched his son with a weary gaze,not liking the attention he was paying to the daughter of his enemy.

"What if she has a concussion?"Viktor mumbled,turning to his father.

Ivan felt something akin to worry,not only for the young woman that was passed out in their hotel room but for the concern his son was having for a woman he just met. Viktor had never been too concerned for women or relationships,always hyperfocused on their trainings and fights.

Both men turned to you when they heard you groan,watching with a bated breath as you sat up. Ivan stood back and watched his son interact with you and not liking one bit of it.

"Are you okay?"Viktor asked,kneeling in front of you.

"Yes."You whispered,moaning in pain when you touched your bandaged wound. "You cleaned me up?"

You watched the large man nod,the worry in his hazel eyes making you smile. "You're very kind."

He smiled softly,clearly not used to kind words of praise and gratitude . "Worry for concussion."He pushed your hair out of your face,looking at you with an unfamiliar softness.

"She needs to go."Ivan muttered in Russian,both men conversing back and forth unaware of you understanding every word that left their mouth.

"She's hurt."Viktor answered,avoiding his fathers scrutinizing eyes.

"Now,Viktor."Ivan muttered,leaving the two of you alone.

"I don't want to cause you any problems."You whispered,grabbing his hand gently.

"You understand?"He tilted his head,apologetic of his fathers rough words.

"Yes,and I appreciate what you've done for me."You answered in Russian,surprising the large man.

"Let me make sure you get home."He stood,sliding his coat on.

You walked in silence with the young fighter,hands in your pockets to keep warm.

"You should have someone take care of you."He said softly,watching you go up the stairs to the apartment not far from the restaurant.

"I'll be fine. I'll get checked out tomorrow at work."You fished for your keys,smiling softly at the man's genuine concern for your well-being.

"Your work?"He questioned.

"I'm a doctor."You turned to face the large man,caught off guard by his proximity to you.

He nodded,once again tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He stepped closer,your hands coming to his strong chest. His thick index finger traced down your cheek,stopping right at your chin below your lips.

"Beautiful doctor."He whispered. You gripped his jacket,shivering at his touch instead of the cold.

"Thank you."You whispered into the cold night,leaning into his touch. "For saving me,caring for me."

His large hand cupped your cheek,leaning in to kiss the other. "Take care,little doctor."He whispered in Russian,stepping back.

He watched you walk in,leaving when you appeared at a window and waved at him,glad to see you home safe. He turned to walk back to his hotel,his mind solely on you. He came back to a lecture from his father,his fathers harsh tone not killing his happy thoughts that revolved around you. He regretted not kissing you, the wonder of knowing how it would have felt to kiss you keeping him awake.

_____

The next day you were checked out at work,and went about your day like you normally would. Your thoughts plagued by a tall Russian man you just met,wondering what it would have felt like if he would have kissed you.

You met up with your father after your shift,both of you sitting in silence over dinner. You raised a brow at your uncharacteristically quiet father,watching him move food around the plate.

"What's on your mind?"You sighed,grabbing your glass of wine.

"Donnie."Rocky sighed,the worry only adding more frown lines to his already stressed expression. "He's going to take the fight. I know it."

"Then help him."You took a sip,watching your father torn in the history of a lost friend.

"I can't."

"Why not?"You asked,grabbing your plates.

"He's angry,understandably. But he's too focused on proving the wrong thing. He's not fighting for the right reason."

You weren't sure what words would comfort your father,only able to hug the man and hope it would help him.

_______

After Donnie had moved to Los Angeles and your dad told him he wouldn't train him things were rough. You could tell there was a lot weighing on his mind and his heart,and it was hard knowing there was nothing you could do to help.

Adonis was a good friend and you'd always gone to his fights when you could. You tried to convince your father to come with you to support Adonis,try to push the stubborn men to move past their stubbornness.

"I'll see you when I get back."You hugged Rocky,frowning at his sad expression.

"Love you kid."He hummed,squeezing you softly.

Hours later you landed in Los Angeles. Tomorrow was the weigh in and the fight was the day after. You arrived to the hotel and made your way to the elevator after checking in. The doors were closing when you heard a voice call out.

"Hold the elevator."

3 large men stepped into the elevator after you held it open,your eyes briefly meeting Viktor's when he,his father,and the promoter Buddy Marcelle stepped into the elevator.

"Ms.Balboa."Buddy nodded in your direction.

"Mr.Marcelle."You hummed,tilting your head. "I wasn't aware we'd met before."

"We haven't. But it's nice to finally have the pleasure."He held out his hand,shaking yours and placing a kiss on your knuckles when you placed you hand in his.

"Likewise."You raised a quizzical brow. 

"Came for the fight."Buddy attempted to make small talk,clearly not asking.

"Of course. Adonis is family."

"Any plans for tonight? I would love to take you to dinner."The man smiled,you raised a brow at his audacity.

The other two men turned to look at the promoter in shock,a stifled laugh leaving you. You met Viktor's expressive gaze,annoyance clearly on his stoic face.

"I don't think that's appropriate."You adjusted your bag on your shoulder,clearing your throat.

The elevator doors opened to your floor,the men stepping out right behind you. They walked one way as you walked the other,Marcelle calling out behind you.

"Let me know if you change your mind."

Your eyes met Viktor's briefly before you opened your door,a small smile reaching your lips before you disappeared into your room.

You leaned against the door,hand over your racing heart. Something about the intensity in his hazel eyes made your heart beat faster every time he looked at you.

You got ready for the beach,deciding to take advantage of the short vacation in the sunny state so far from work,responsibilities,and the cold weather of Philadelphia. Leaving your button up blouse open you threw some essentials for the beach in your bag and slid your shades on the top of your head.

You opened the door and did not expect to see Viktor standing there with his hand raised to knock on the door. To say that you were surprised was an understatement. The large man opened his mouth to say something,but you didn't miss the way his eyes looked you up and down.

He cleared his throat and straightened up his posture,offering a small and clearly unfamiliar smile. "I wanted to see if you would like to go out with me."

"Uh.."You were speechless,the acceptance of his invitation right on the tip of your tongue. Your mouth felt dry,the mans bulking muscles visible under the clearly too tight blue t shirt he wore paired with his black basketball shorts.

"If no,is fine. I understand."He said quietly,his broad shoulders sagging.

"No! I-I would like to,I was planning to head to the beach."You held up your beach bag,meeting his twinkling eyes.

"I could join?"He asked,his hands sliding into his shorts pockets.

"Of course."You smiled,grabbing the clean hotel towel and throwing it into your bag for him to use. "Have you ever been to the beach?"

He shook his head as you both walked down the hall,pushing the button for the elevator he couldn't help but look at you again. "You look beautiful."He said it so softly you almost missed it.

"Thank you."You blushed,gasping when his hand gripped your chin and lifted it to meet his eyes.

"You're welcome."

It was a quick ride to the beach,Viktor watching you set your towel down before deciding to mirror your actions. He tried to avert his eyes when you removed your blouse and shorts,clearly unsuccessful in trying to not ogle you too much.

He sat on the towel he had laid down,watching you in silence as you dug in your bag for your sunscreen. You held up the bottle,offering him a gentle smile.

"Would you help me?"You asked,turning your back to him.

The Russian gulped,squeezing some of the lotion into his hand before he began rubbing it into your skin. His large hands were rough and strong,a controversial softness in the way he touched you with hands he used for fighting. He massaged your shoulders gently,he found himself liking the way you leaned more into his touch.

"Finished."He whispered in your ear,his hands still on your shoulders. Your were very invested in how his hands felt on your body.

"Thank you."You whispered,your eyes opening slowly when he traced his fingers down your arms.

"You're welcome."His beard tickled your skin,your heart racing and beating so loud you could swear he probably could hear it. "Would you help me?"

He held the bottle up in front of your face,regrettably pulling away from your body when you grabbed the bottle from his hands. You turned to face him,your eyes watching him pull the fitted shirt off of his broad chest.

His muscles rippled as he pulled the shirt off and threw it to the side,the mans intense gaze landing on you with a spark of mischief swimming in the pools of hazel.

"O-Okay,turn around."You stuttered,your eyes flitting back and forth from his ripped chest to his smug facial expression.

"No,front first."The Russian boxer grinned,sliding his hand down his muscular chest.

"I-but you."You stumbled over your words,a heated flush coming over your cheeks and neck.

"I can do front for you."He smirked,reaching for the bottle in your hands. You blushed at his dirty words,toying with label with the label that was peeling off of the bottle.

"No I-I'll do it."You squeezed some of the lotion onto your hand and looked at him nervously. He noticed your hesitancy,his hands reaching for your wrists and pulled your hands to his chest.

You rubbed the cool lotion on his chest,a shaky breath leaving your lips when you felt the ridges of his muscles under your fingers. "O-okay. Now your back."You whispered,hands flat on his pecs.

He nodded and turned,his shoulders rolling when your small hands began massaging his broad back. He felt you finish rubbing the lotion into his back,the broad man leaning back when your hands stayed on his shoulder.

"Finished?"His deep voice made you shiver,your hands dropping from his strong shoulders.

"Yes."You pulled away,begging to rub lotion onto your legs and arms.

Viktor fell back,leaning on one elbow to watch you putting sunscreen on. You turned to him when you finished,finding his expressive hazel eyes already on you. 

He flashed you a smile,the usually stoic man looked completely different with such a bright smile. He looked softer,kinder,the small boy inside of him coming out.

"You have such a pretty smile."You cupped his cheek,loving the way he became all shy and leaned into your touch. "You should smile more."

"You make me smile."He whispered,pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. "If you enjoy,I do more."He proposed,eyes meeting yours.

You nodded,wanting to see the handsome man smile more which made him look even better if that was even believable. "Tell me more about you."You requested,standing up. He followed you,both falling into a peaceful pace.

You found the man kind of tough to read,his face in his usually stoic expression. He answered your questions,any extras you had to pry out of him. The only words that he would say without you asking anything about would be a compliment. The truth was he loved seeing you blush at his compliments,loved the way your eyes sparkled and your face lit up when you smiled.

He noticed a few eyes on you,catching you off guard when he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You looked up at him,pulling him back when you stopped walking.

"What's wrong?"He asked,watching you intently.2

You raised your joined hands wanting an explanation. The tall man pulled you into his chest,his large hand going to your hip. You swallowed when his intense gaze held yours,your eyes falling shut when he leaned down towards you. His beard tickled your skin when he kissed you,the large man pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck,pressing yourself against him more when you felt his tongue prod at your lips.

His tongue dipped into your mouth when you moaned,his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip bone. You pulled away breathless,heart racing and head spinning.

Viktor leaned his forehead against yours,holding onto you tightly. He didn't want to let you go,enjoying the way your body felt in his hands. He smiled when you opened your eyes,hoping you felt the same way he did.

You spent the day with the tall Russian,the large man taking advantage of any chance he got to make you laugh or smile. Despite his large size he still surprised you when he picked you up and carried you into the ocean,the large man enjoying the way you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

It was dark when you finally went back to the hotel,the large man following after you to your room. You turned and faced him,caught off guard when he kissed you again. He backed you against the door,moaning into the kiss when he felt you slide your hands under his shirt.

He pulled away and rubbed his nose against yours,placing gentle pecks all over your face. Your hand slid up to right above his heart,his hand covering yours to hold it there.

"You make my heart race."He whispered into your ear,placing a kiss right below your ear.  "I feel..different."He mumbled into your skin.

You giggled when he rubbed his beard against your skin,pulling your hands from under his shirt. "Do you feel happy?"

He nodded,missing your hands on his skin. "Happy. Everything I feel is good."

"Good."You whispered,pulling his head down to kiss him again.

When you pulled away you almost asked him if he would come in,not wanting the day you spent with him to end.

"I don't want to leave you."He said lowly,hands cupping your face.

"I don't want you to leave."You responded,leaning into his touch.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"He asked.

You nodded,pouting when he pulled away. He kissed you one last time,urging you to go into your room.

__________

You were standing with Bianca on the stage at the weigh in,swallowing thickly when you saw Viktor step onto the scale in nothing but his boxers. Adonis followed,both men squaring up with their trainers next to them.

Words were crossed and suddenly Adonis pushed Ivan back,Viktor responding by pushing Adonis back even harder.

"D."Bianca called,you grabbed the pregnant woman's hand to keep her from getting hurt.

You watched Viktor and Ivan walk off,the younger boxer turning to look at you as he left.

The fight was tomorrow and you were anxious the whole night,worried at what would happen. Knowing that with either way that the fight went it would mean something hard for a person you cared for.

If Adonis won,it meant that Viktor would lose and you could see how important it was to him to win. On the other hand if Viktor won it meant that a dear friend who was practically family would lose and be exceptionally disappointed.

A knock on your door made your heart race,a big part of you hoping that it was Viktor at your door. Your shoulders sagged when you opened it to find Ivan there,wondering what this could be about.

"Can I help you?"You asked,gesturing for the man to come in.

"Yes,stay away from Viktor."He said simply,your brow raising at the request.

"I don't understand."

The man held up pictures of you and Viktor on the beach yesterday,multiple shots of the two of you kissing and holding hands. Your eyes widened as you snatched the pictures from his hand,not paying attention to when he grabbed the remote.

"Where did you get these?"You asked.

"They are everywhere."He answered,turning the tv on.

The same pictures of you and Viktor can up on the screen,your heart stopping at the words that came out of the woman's mouth.

"And here you see Viktor Drago very affectionate with this mystery woman and clearly not at all worried about his upcoming fight to the world champion,Adonis Creed."

Ivan changed the channel,a shot of you and Viktor in the ocean kissing as he held you up.

"Leaving all of us to wonder,who is this mystery woman?"

"Well Mike,rumor has it that this mystery woman is not as mysterious as we thought."

"Turns out she is none other than Y/N Balboa. Daughter of famous heavyweight champ,Rocky Balboa."

"Wow,what a turn of events!"The first man said,your hands shaking when they said your name and pulled up a picture of you and your father.

You tuned out the rest,turning away from the screen. How did this happen?

"You stay away from Viktor,yes?"Ivan said again,walking to the door. "I don't want to see you near him again. If he come look for you,you send him away. You are no good for him."

The door shut behind the angry Russian,you falling onto the couch in your hotel room in shock.

You spent the next few hours watching interview after interview of people talking about you and Viktor. Comment after comment about you and Viktor made you feel worse than when Ivan showed you the pictures. Rumor after rumor was spread,between the comments online and the comments on TV you couldn't take it.

You can't say they just started seeing each other,look at the way he's holding her they had to have been messing around for a while.

What a slut,messing around with the son of the man who killed her fathers best friend.

Maybe that's why Rocky didn't train Creed,how could he train the man that's going to fight his future son-in-law.

Drago's so worried about fooling around with Rocky's daughter he's not even focused on his fight with creed,he should be focused on taking on the champ. Of course he let a piece of ass distract him from winning,he's no pro.

You threw your phone aside,running your hand through your hair. You brought your knees to your chest,tears falling from your eyes. Maybe Ivan was right,it'd be best if you stayed away from Viktor. Were you a distraction? Were you bad for Viktor?You sniffed and wiped your eyes,groaning when your phone rang.

"Hey sweetheart."Your fathers voice came through the receiver.

"Dad."You sniffed,leaning back into the sofa. "You saw?"

"Yes I did."

The silence was loud,your father asking if you were okay when he heard your sniffles.

"I can't believe all the things they're saying."

You spoke for a few minutes,his comforting words only making you feel a little better. A soft knock came at your door,you bidding your father goodbye before going to open the door.

"Viktor."You wiped at your eyes,avoiding his intense gaze.

"You crying."He reached for your face,his thick accent coming through.

You pulled away from his touch,Ivan's words ringing in your head. He followed you into your room,a deep frown on his face.

"Why are you here?"You asked,trying to not look at him.

"I see pictures of us,want to make sure you okay."He answered.

"I'm fine."You shrugged.

"But you cry."He said softly,hands coming to cup your face. "I care for you."

"You shouldn't."You whispered,grabbing his wrists. "We shouldn't see each other any more."

"Why you say that? I thought yesterday.."

"I changed my mind. Forget about yesterday."You pulled away from him,wanting him to hurry up and leave so you could go back to wallowing in self pity.

"But I-."

"Go Viktor. You need to focus on your fight,not me. We can't be together."

"I don't understand. You are different."

"Just leave Viktor. Just forget about me,there is no us. There will never be an us. I don't want to see you anymore."

You watched his shoulders sag,the man nodding silently as he accepted your rejection. He turned and opened the door,stopping right at the doorway. "I'm no good for you."

"You are too good for me. I'm sorry."He whispered,the door shutting behind him.

Hey guys this is my first imagine on Viktor. Please let me know what you think.

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Shadow 0-1

content afab gender neutral reader, drinking, drunk driving, one-night stand, use of princess, first time, reader is a virgin and graves has no clue, drunk sex, love at first sight (because I want it to be), nipple play, misgendering (graves calls reader a woman without correction), penetration, safe sex

notes this was going to be chapter on ao3 where reader and graves keep on meeting up randomly and having one-night stands slowly falling in love with each other. this is very much self-indulgent

He doesn't know why he's here, at some local bar in his hometown. He's downing drinks with some of his old drinking buddies, convincing him to take a break from the cold winter of the north to visit them. Their conversation is muffled as he continues to stare at someone. They had walked in a few hours ago with a woman. She looked older, almost like she could be their mother. You noticed him staring after a few minutes.

Even though his eyes caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand, you appreciated the attention. You finally looked over after an hour of his eyes burning holes into your body. You notice one of the men that was with him is now missing. Which left a space for you to finally get a good look at him. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and pants with pockets for miles. You look over his body, and he notices. His head tilts with a lopsided grin, but you only notice his eyes. They're mesmerizing, and you end up beside him. The third man seems to notice what is going on through his drunken state and walks off with a clap to the man's shoulder.

"I'm surprised no one has whisked you off to fuck yet."

You don't know why you said that. Your voice was coming with a gag as you felt a dizzy spell take over you. Immediately you feel terrible.

"Sorry, that was rude. I say stupid stuff when I've been drinking. I'm not a huge drinker, to be honest, they kind of make me dizzy, and I hate being dizzy... I mean, another thing they do is make me ramble. I become a talker when I'm drinking," you pause for a nervous laugh, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

You're wringing your hands and going to turn away, your embarrassment eating away at you. God, you were terrible at this.

"What's your name?"

His voice startled you. It was deep with a twang. You stutter out your answer. The alcohol makes you much too hot. You want to be naked and lay down with a fan ghosting over your sweaty skin. Your thoughts drift as you think about him, what he looked like naked and sweaty. What were his clothes hiding?

"Wanna go back to my place?"

You're surprised you made the offer; you've never offered that before. But the way his eyes were staring into yours had you clenching your thighs together.

"Won't your lady friend miss you?" He gestures towards your coworker who you were drinking with.

"No, she's had her eye on this woman all night. I'm sure she'd be happy she can finally make a move."

You rush off without another word. Making your way up to your coworker, you mumble what's happening in her ear, and she grins at you.

"Have fun. Be safe."

Her voice is soft, and she stands, finally able to make her first move of the night. You move through the crowd and back in his direction. His seat is now empty. Your heart sank, and you wanted to rest your forehead on the cold counter to calm your shame.

God, of course, he left. You were such a mess when you were drunk.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting." His voice makes you jump, and you spin around to face him. He's a lot taller than you initially thought; he makes you feel small.

"No, not at all. I just got back."

"Good."

He moves out his hand for you to lead the way, and you do so. Grasping at his hand, you're unsure whether to keep it casual or link your fingers. Your nerves are on fire, and your face burns as you lead him outside. There's a chill in the air, and you're thankful for the breeze.

"Um, so my coworker drove us... we can take an Uber."

He shakes his head and reaches into one of his pockets to pull out a set of keys.

"Just give me your address, princess."

You become flustered at the nickname. He watches as you falter before clearing your throat. The ride to your house is quick, only a few minutes away. Your fingers are tapping against your plush thighs the entire ride. The movement from the car on the gravel road causes them to jiggle. He's had a few one-night stands before, but never has he been so excited and eager to ruin a stranger.

When you finally arrive at your tiny house, you're nervous. Stumbling over the rocks in your driveway, you unlock your door. Him following so close you can practically feel his breath against your neck. You start rambling again, alcohol and nerves getting the better of you. Your voice cuts off when you feel his body press against yours.

"How 'bout you strip for me? Show me how much you want to fuck the stranger you picked up."

You turn towards him. Breaking eye contact, you throw your purse onto the bench, resting against your wall. Once it settles into place, you reach for the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up, you expose the soft expanse of your stomach and the pink-laced bra underneath. Even though you had no plan of getting laid, you still opted for a matching set. His eyes never leave your body. His back is leaned against the door as he watches you bend to remove your jeans. Your stomach folds as you do so, and his cock jumps in his pants. Never had someone made him so flustered before. Even in this drunken state, he was normally pretty good at staying collected.

Not with you.

Discarding them, you're left in nothing but lace. Your strapped heels have been taken off at the door.

"I said strip, not get ready for bed."

He scoffs, and his accent sends a tingle down your spine.

"Sorry, sir."

You're surprised at your obedience. He stiffens at the choice of words, and you let your bra slide off your arms. He takes in your form and reaches out to gently ghost the bed of his nails across your nipples. You bite your lip; his strange touch is electrifying.

"Fuck, sweetheart, maybe I should play with your tits for a while. See if the stimulation alone can make you cum."

You whine out as he twists your nipples in each hand. You know you can, having had plenty of practice with yourself. He bends at the knee, never breaking eye contact. He captures one of your nipples in his mouth.

"Oh."

Your voice is high as he slightly bites down, just enough to send a shockwave to your core. You clench your thighs as he pulls at the other one. Your high is coming quicker than you're used to, and you're surprised as you cum. Your breathing is shaky as he pulls away.

"Can't wait to fuck you."

He licks his lips like a predator who finally caught its prey, and you're intoxicated by the implication. You grab at his hand and lead him towards your bedroom. Even your nerves couldn't overwhelm the painful ache as your walls grasp around nothing. Pausing, you search through your drawers and find a half-used bottle of lube. You reach it out toward him, and he looks it over.

"So I don't know how big you are. You can choose whichever condom you think'll fit."

You crawl into your bed and sit on it cross-legged as he searches.

"You have one of every type of box?"

"I have a lot of partners. You're not the first stranger I've hooked up with."

A lie. You were a virgin, and having a strange man in your house moments away from fucking you was not something you thought you'd ever experience.

He gives you a grin, "An experienced woman, I like that."

Your stomach clenches, but you put your thoughts on the back burner. You would never see him again, so what's the point of correcting him? His shirt and jeans are quickly discarded and piled onto your floor. You're both left in nothing but your underwear. He removes his first, rolling the condom down his much bigger-than-you-were-anticipating shaft. You're nervous again, but seeing him so eager to fuck you has you soaking through your panties. He grabs some lube and fists it around his cock.

He was gorgeous. His body was toned and covered in different-sized scars. You wondered if he was military, you'd never seen someone like him in your town. You're biting your lips as you subconsciously spread your legs. He's grinning at the action, and he goes to grab at them. Missing the first time, he blinks and finally makes contact. His fingers sink into your skin, and he kneads the delicate flesh.

He notices your legs closing, attempting to stop the painful action. He moves his fingertips higher and reaches for the pink lace covering the part he wants to see most. They're pulled off, and you thank whatever beings above that you got that Brazilian. He shifts closer to you and moves one of his hands to wrap it around his hard cock. He's lining up at your entrance, and to cut out the risk of grabbing at him, you flop onto your back.

"Need me that badly?" He chuckles.

You let out a groan as he pushes his cock into your entrance. He takes a moment to adjust and watches as your eyebrows furrow and your jaw clenches. Fuck, the way your walls mold around him. And in his drunken state, he doesn't think to ask if you're okay. He starts to thrust, absentmindedly slow at first. Keeping his strokes long and deep as he focused solely on feeling the way your walls suck him in with each flick of his hips.

Your face slowly relaxes as moans leave your perfect lips. He wants to lean in and bite at them, bite at you until you're covered in his marks. He stays put, just fucking in and out of your tight wet cunt. He's groaning above you and has to grip your thighs to keep them open. You continue to strain against his hands. Pain mixed with pleasure as his thrusts become sharper and his hips snap against your thighs.

"Oh fuck." You're moaning out.

He was experienced; how he rolled his hips had you arching your back. You're so glad you chose him tonight. If he was this good when drunk, you could only imagine him sober. Every so often, his thrusts would become sloppy, and he would slip out of you. The small amount of red mixed with your slick was something his drunk mind ignored. Every time he slipped out, he would tap the swollen head of his cock against your sensitive clit three times before pushing back in. The way his cock pounded into you was delicious. Your body is aching to cum for him. His thrusts become shallow, and his thumb finds purchase against your clit.

"Such a pretty pussy. Can't be cumming before you, can I, princess?"

You're so eager. The abusive pace at which his body slams into yours has you reeling as the coil finally snaps. A feeling foreign to you washes over you. White hot pleasure soaks his cock, smearing against your swollen cunt. When you're finally done shaking, you notice he's pulled out of you completely.

"Where's your trash can?" He's holding the used condom in his hand, slick coating his fingers.

You tiredly point towards the hallway.

"First door after you go out."

He nods and gathers his clothes. He walks out of the room, and you sit up.

God, you were exhausted.

You yawn and pull a new pair of underwear and a long t-shirt from your drawers. Slipping on the shirt, you leave your panties in your hand until you can go to the bathroom. The pain was almost mind-numbing and you wanted a hot bath. Hearing the door open, you go out to see him fully dressed. He's looking around, seeming to forget where the front door is. You're a little upset, your blissed-out mind wanting to be held, but you've been told that one-night stands don't usually stay the night. Especially not if they're as attractive as him. You walk to the end of the hallway and point toward the front door.

"Exit’s that way."

You think you see surprise in his eyes, but you can't tell like this.

"Thanks."

With that, he walks out of your life.

[their-pebble-bear]

Hi there! So, I had the idea: What if it's a KiriBaku x Fem!Reader, Kinda, "My Babysitter's A Vampire" Idea, where Reader is Human, and KiriBaku are recently turned Vamps (or the other way around if you prefer) and Reader is attacked by another Vamp, and the boys have a moment where they have to decide to either save the reader or let them be turned, but dooming them to a life as Vamps (again, can be the other way around.) And you can decide how it ends, cause I'd love to see your take on it. I hope your Day/Night is good, and that you're well. 😊

Kindreds (Vampires!KiriBaku X Reader)

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Note: Hey extra. Fucking had to write this cause the others were missing and left me to run the account.

Okay and we're back. Hi darling, of course I can indulge you. Get ready for an angsty fic because this goes real sad. If you wanted something different, feel free to request again ;)

I have never seen My Babysitter Is A Vampire so this will be inspired by the Vampire The Masquerade campaign I am in. (DND sort of roleplay) I rolled a d20 to get the outcome of this story.

Hope I managed to fulfil your desires.

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Masterlist - Requests: OPEN

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Summary: Newly turned vampires Kirishima and Bakugou struggle to hide their identities from their girlfriend. What happens when their secret has to be revealed too soon?

Warnings: Angst, blood, vampires, death, kidnapping, blackmail? Kind of? (I get lazy with warnings just normal vamp shit) No beta we die like men.

SPOILER ALERT TO RECENT MHA CHAPTERS

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The rush they felt after feeding was incredible, the bloodlust that made their eyes pulse, their fangs come out from their gums as their body trembled with adrenaline. Their unbeating heart had never felt more alive, pumping their body to move faster. They woke up the next morning tired, laid in a forest they don't remember stepping foot into. Their sire was interesting to say the least, a vampire who taught them to always respect the essence they received, to hide their tracks and respect the domain. They had met him a few times, Todoroki Shouto. He seemed the same age as them, but he reassured them he had been a vamp for far longer than he appeared.

They remembered their doting girlfriend at home, the one who always made sure they were safe and the first thing they checked was their phones. 10 missed calls each, 20 messages each and a few voicemails with a worried voice. They looked at eachother and panicked, Kirishima instantly calling their girlfriend as they started walking towards their shared apartment. She picked up on the first ring, "Where the fuck where you?! Do you know how worried I still am? Couldn't you have at least sent a text message?" She sounded so tired and her voice was slightly hoarse.

"We know baby. We're so sorry we just got caught up with Sero and Denki. You know how drunk they get haha." Kirishima laughed it off, hoping she'd let it go. Bakugou scoffed and called the two, vamps like them, hoping they'd get the message and go along if ever asked. They hated this, hated lying to their partner. She was their sunshine, their lifeline. They felt like they were cheating on her, like she was on the side as they lived their lives. They had managed to satiate their hunger for only three days before they had to leave. They were still fledglings after all. They needed more blood than the rest of the older kindred.

They got to their apartment, not seeing the gaze of a vampire behind them, as they closed the door behind them. Their girlfriend wasn't at home, probably at work. They threw themselves onto the couch and held eachother. "We have to tell her. We can't keep her in the dark. It feels so wrong. I can't do this anymore." Kirishima said as he was being pet by Bakugou. "I know shitty hair, but we can't risk her coming into this life either. You know her. She couldn't handle near killing someone just to satiate her own needs. She cries at the little ads to adopt a kitten or wild animal I have never heard of, none the less an actual human." He said, near grumbling as he used his free hand to angrily wipe his face.

A few hours passed by and they got a call. Bakugou instantly picked up seeing the calling ID being their grilfriend, expecting to hear their girlfriend's voice but instead hearing a random's voice. "So, come to the abandoned warehouse just outside of the city. Bring your sire. We have some...unsettled business." Before Bakugou could even get a word in the call cut. Kirishima was already calling Todoroki, getting their apartment keys and waiting for Bakugou to get up. They looked at eachother and started running, their speed making it much more efficient than a car. When they arrived Todoroki was already there without backing up and holding what seemed to be a wooden spike. A stake.

"Why the fuck are you being asked here? Why the hell were we not informed you had fucking enemies?!" Bakugou growled grabbing Todoroki by the collar and slamming him against the ground. "Of course I have enemies. Even brutes like you have a braincell or two to comprehend that such a long running Vampire clan has enemies." Todoroki said nonchalanty as he pushed Bakugou off him. "And the love of our life is there, with god knows who, because you fucking refused to tell us to keep her fucking safe." Todoroki stared deadpan at Bakugou and sighed. "And yet, I am here to fix my mistake, yes? So I suggest we stop blabbering and get to killing." He handed each of the boys a stake that they didn't see behind him and explained how they were going to go. They'd sneak in and find her. Only kill if necessary.

They split up and each found an entrance for themselves. Kiri took the back, Bakugou took the middle and Todoroki the front. There didn't seem to be any vampires, none they could hear or smell, but they knew better than to let their guard down. Suddenly Bakugou's eyes laid in the middle of the warehouse where the lights suddenly turned on and their she was, in the hands of a vampire he had never seen before. Their eyes shone blue, something he had never seen in a vampire before, except for Todoroki who had one blue eye. "Brother. Why must you be so brash?" Todoroki said as he jumped from the railing and landed in front of Touya. "Do not call me that Shouto. You are not my brother." Dabi growled as he kept his fangs just above her shaking body. Her hands were bound and she had a rag tied around her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her eyes looked puffy and red, her cheeks stained with tears that refused to stop. She looked tired, exhausted.

"Let her fucking go." Bakugou said, jumping down beside Dabi while Kirishima did the same on his opposite side. "Wow. Has that ever worked?" Dabi smirked, licking the side of her neck. "Don't you fucking DARE." Kirishima growled his fangs sharpening and growing bigger. Their eyes shone brighter, turning into slits as they felt their anger pump adrenaline into their veins. "Oh? She must mean a lot. Tell me, fledglings, do you know what would happen if, I don't know, an emperial vampire turns a human? Or did the golden child forget that information?" Dabi turned to Shouto as he sighed and stared at his brother. "An emperial vampire turning someone would forever bind them to him, just like you are me. The only way of escape is to kill him but many cases have been that they would go crazy without their sire and start rampaging." Shouto explained his tone stern and his glare burning into Dabi. "That's right. And she smells so delectable. Like a vanilla ice cream in the Summer." Dabi licked her neck again, holding her tightly to his body.

Bakugou refused to control his rage and Shouto yelled at him to stop but his body moved before he could comprehend it. Kirishima moved with him but Dabi smirked and bit into her, quickly letting her go and disappearing as if he never existed. "Where the fuck did he go?!" Bakugou yelled as Kirishima grabbed her and laid her across his lap. "He's highly skilled." Shouto said as he examined her new bite. It would definitely take, and a vampire without a sire or a sire like Dabi would cause nothing but disaster to themselves and others. "I will allow you a moment. Do what is necessary." Shouto said as he stood and walked away, still in range enough to help if needed, but enough to not hear the conversation.

"No no, pebble...we're so sorry." Kirishima felt tears slide down his cheeks as he untied her, the wound was bleeding and her breathing was getting shallow. The process of dying, only to return has begun. Bakugou kneeled by them, blaming himself for not being faster, not being stronger, not saving her. They knew what to do, they just didn't know if they had the strength to do it. "Hey baby, we love you okay? My little explosion." Bakugou refused to cry, he had failed, he will save her. He grabbed the stake and held it above her heart, his grip on it shaking as he gathered all his strength to be able to push.

"I will always love you." A soft voice that sounded so broken said as he pushed it through. Kirishima's screams and Bakugou's sharp breaths as he laid on his knees looking at her body were deafining. Shouto gave them a few moments to grieve before coming back and ordering them to go home. He'll take care of the body. They stared blankly as Shouto commanded them to do so as their sire, a command they cannot go against, and waved them off. He cared of course, but he couldn't. He had a job and this was it. His hands trembled as they both gave her one last kiss and left.

The life of a vampire was not luxurious. It was not fun, it was not pleasant. Bakugou and Kirishima knew that, and that's why they had to use their so called powers and get revenge.

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[ginsengkitten]

Nightfall: Chapter 6

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You had thrown on clothes and jump on slashes bike. He sped through the night streets, to a rural wooded area just outside of the city. The moonlight casted fully upon the two of you as he parked in a grove of trees. A beautiful moss covered meadow sat in the moonlight. You realize it's a cemetery. "What is this?" You questioned confused.

"That one there." He pointed to a smaller older headstone engraved with roses and moss. You read the name. "Samantha..?"

"Our beautiful daughter who loved to paint. We love you." You read the engraving.

"1934" slash answered. He pointed over to another one nearby.

"Hattie Reynolds. Our dearest angel.."

"1951" he added.

As you walk through the graveyard, you see gravestones near and far all the way up to 1972.

"What is all this? Why are you showing me this?" You ask confused.

"This is what happens when the churches find out you're an ally to vampires.." he answered solemnly, coldly.

Your heart sank. "They...they killed them? All of them?"

"Very few have survived, and it's only because they've told no one." He said, he looked to you with a desperate look in his eye. He approached you closely now. He towered over you, his smooth skin reflecting moonlight. He gripped your arm lightly. "You can't let anyone know what you've seen. Ever." He warned.

A new layer of fear swelled inside you. You lose yourself in thought as you stare off for a moment. What a lonely secret to keep.

"All these people, died so long ago..." you look to slash again. "...how old are you?" You ask. You can tell he didn't want to answer that. He sat on the ground next to a headstone. "Old enough..." he said lowly, sorrowfully. You sit next to him and read the headstone.

"Clarissa Rose...- there's no death date." You say confused.

"I never met her myself." Slash said. "But Axl, he refused to put a death date. Crazy bastard thinks she'll still come back one day.."

"Axl-......he's the clan master, isn't he? This is Clarissa, his wife..." You piece it together. Slash nodded.

"We've been alive...for far too long." Slash said quietly. He looked at the ground.

"Can I ask how..-" you start.

"It was duff. He uh-saved me." He hesitated to use the word save. "My mom and I moved out here in 44, for her new job as a seamstress. She uh- she was really really good. Talented. And uh, one night, our store was attacked by the northern clan. I was bitten by a northern vampire but he fled, and I started bleeding out. I had cried out to my mom- that I didn't want to die. That I wasn't ready.." he chuckled slightly to himself.

"And duff heard my cry and came. He was new at being a vampire. Thinking he had to answer that plea with an eternal solution, some sort of moral obligation I guess.

By the time he reached us, Cyrus had ripped my mom's head from her body. He was gone. So was she. But he changed me. Took me home, and healed me. Been with him ever since."

Your heart wrenched. The pain in his voice was numb. "Slash....Im so sorry..."

The silence lasted long, the two of you sat in silence until you felt to move the conversation.

"1944...so you're, old, very old..." You mumbled. "72." He answered. You looked at him shocked.

"Well...you look pretty good for 72. I always had a thing for older men." You admit a joke hoping to lift his spirit. He laughs slightly.

"And you laughed at my joke...so you don't hate me after all." You say. Slashes head lifts up and he looks at you. The moonlight glimmers in his eyes. "I don't hate you.." he says. He resumes that similar haunting stare. His eyes washing over you. "I'm sorry if I made you think that I- from the first moment I saw you. I sensed you. And your presence is-so strong. It's like I couldn't think. And it frustrated me . And then- and then you touched me, when I took you home. And when you touched me- I don't know it was like I had blood in my veins again. It was this warmth rushed inside me under my skin-it was the most human I've felt since I changed..." he trailed off. You completely softened to his candid vulnerability. Your cheeks flushed red. He snapped out of his trance and looked at the ground embarrassed. "Uh- sorry I- that was probably weird to hear." He apologized. You took his hand in yours, making him ignite to your touch. "No, it wasn't, it was wonderful." You soothed. His eyes met yours again.

Slash watched you in the moonlight.  As it dripped down your skin and hair. The way it illuminated your bright eyes. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he had been completely taken by you. Your energy, your beauty. It was impossible to look away. You were something so different than anything he'd felt in decades and it shook him to his core. He studied you. He wanted to figure out why he couldn't figure you out. It puzzled him. His eyes scanned down your lips and then back to your eyes. Your hand still touching his. He felt your warm touch, buzz into his skin and he leaned forward into you. You leaned to meet him. The two of you tiptoeing into a kiss. Both pulling away hesitantly for a second, and then slash grabbed your face in his large hands and pressed his lips against yours gently. You dissolve into his lips. Your lips brush lightly against his fangs. Your tongue reminding you of his vampiric form, but it didn't phase you, you wanted him and he craved you. Surpassing your previous notion of hatred, and now to this, passionate kiss under the silver glow of the full moon.

He pulled away for a moment to study you. The time which he had suffered alone all these years, the lonely sorrow melted away with something warm in its place. He had brief encounters with meaningless women. None had ignited this feeling in him. None had made him feel alive again, not until now. Until you. You were changing everything so quickly.

"I've never thought I'd feel alive again.." He whispered as he caressed your face.

You resume a kiss, which now drifted from gentle passion to a buzz of fierce intensity that you want to try to match but he begins overpowering you, which you initially take a liking to at first. Then his grip on you firms. You feel on your tongue, his fangs grow out further. His kiss becoming more ravenous and animalistic. He released low growls through increasing pants. You feel something sharp pierce your wrist from his grip and yelp in pain. Slash pulls away immediately and you see his face. His face was slightly transformed. His mouth not only had fangs, but all of the teeth came to a sharper point. His eyes are extremely dark and glossed over. You hold your wrist in pain, claws had grown out of his fingers, accidentally cutting you. You held your wrist and looked at him in fear and shock. Slash completely paused and drew himself back. He looked at your expression and glanced from his extended claws to your now bloodied wrist. The both of you panting. Everything escalating so fast. "Y/N- I'm so sorry." He said. His apology was earnest and real, but his appearance and sudden depraved mannerisms made you second guess him. "I- I don't know what took over me Y/N I'm-" he breathes frustrated with himself. You see his eyes continue to pace from your face to the dripping blood. Your blood, the red spillage, drifted sweetly in his face. He pauses for a moment, trying to gain control over himself. He knows the danger of the situation. He had never craved human blood so badly before. He practically licked his lips. Seconds felt like eternity. He struggles to wrangle his control. Vampires- do they all have claws like this? And teeth like that? His appearance was huskier and larger than it was before. Something about his body was formed differently than before. Like he grew more muscular, his hair, longer and more unkempt. You watch him pant for control as he shrinks back to his initial normal human size. "We have to go. Now." He stands up and rushes you back to the lair where Izzy could tend to your wound. Slash said nothing the whole way home.

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Izzy carefully stitched up your small puncture wound. You winced. Slash couldn't let himself watch what he had done to you. He had fled the lair and disappeared.

"He'll be back." Izzy consoled you.

"It was so weird...it was like he was more than just a vampire. Like some sort of beast. Izzy calmly kept his eyes on the wound. "Well slash is what we call a morph." . "A morph?" You questioned. "The northern vampire that had first bit him, was part vampire, part werewolf. Up in the north, they bred with werewolves for stronger vampires, essentially. But this act is considered illegal in our world- morphs are especially dangerous and unpredictable.

But when duff halted the northern bite with his own strain, it cut off the full infection, but enough had entered his body to alter him into a morph. They are...especially difficult to deal with." He explained with a sigh.

"Couldn't stay away huh?" Duff teases you as he leans against the doorway. "More like slash couldn't.." you mumble. Duffs expression goes more serious. "Be careful around him, Y/N. He's not like the rest of us. He's stronger, more aggressive. He hasn't been changed for very long. He still doesn't have full control of his form. Morphs are bred for violence. While I changed him yes, the dna is still there inside of him."

"I remember the early days after he first changed. Changing into a morph is different. It's more painful. More intense. I spent a lot of time researching them so I could learn how to take care of him better, after all, I was the one that damned him to eternal suffering.

He was ravenous then. Extremely dangerous." He continued. "How did he get better?"

"Time- and patience...and regret. He accidentally killed someone. He lost control and tore a girl apart in the woods. He went missing for days until I found him hiding out in the mountains. It shocked him so badly. I don't think he's forgiven himself for that still. I don't think he ever will. "

Your throat was dry and you completely lost focus of the pain.

"Tracii and his crew got word that a westerner had killed a human and began pursuing slash. They believe he's one of the strongest morphs still alive so They tried to recruit him to the north. They are convinced still he's one of them and belongs up there with those savages. It was a mistake. "

"He's not one of them. I know it." You blurt confidently.

Izzy wrapped your wrist up. "But he's still dangerous." Izzy added.

[serenitybymoonlight]

cauterized - heartstopper - 18+ Twilight AU: 1. Home

Summary

After an incident in the UK, Charlie Spring moves to Kentwood, Oregon, to live with his estranged cop father and kid brother. He finds himself in the middle of a supernatural war and the love interest of two men on opposite sides. Charlie has scars, mentally and physically. He doesn't know what he wants for breakfast, let alone who he chooses to be with. Are you Team Nick, Team Ben, or Team Tao?

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TW: Mentioned Gun Violence and Trauma

I've been sacrificed. My heart's been cauterized Hanging on to hope Shackled by the ghost -Halestorm

August 23rd, 2005 10:22 AM

Portland International Airport, Portland, Oregon

   Julio was ecstatic and overjoyed that his firstborn son would move in with him. Though he was anxious since he hadn't seen him since Charlie was 13. Julio felt so disappointed in himself that he always told himself he would be a better father than his, but it turned out he was just like him. 

   Julio and Jane only got married because Charlie was on the way, so it took a little while for Julio's attention to wander. Charlie was about 3 when they got divorced. Jane hated America, so she moved back to Britain. Julio had just landed the job as sheriff then. He made sure to get it every summer, at the least. 

   As Charlie got older, Julio felt he had a grudge for what he had done to Jane, but he wanted Julio to save him from Jane's erratic behavior. When Olly came along, Charlie told Julio that he had a new family now and that there wasn't a point of him coming to visit anymore. It was harsh, but Charlie wanted his father to be there for Olly and felt he would burden them. 

   Julio's heart nearly stopped when he got the call in the middle of the night. After all these years, Charlie still memorized the landline. Words couldn't express how more terror Julio felt when he heard what his baby boy had endured without his knowledge. 

   Jane had poor mental health. She didn't know how to be a mom because her mom used to beat her. She had man after man in the house until she married David Nelson, a man a decade younger than her and with tenfold mental illnesses. Charlie had lost his mother... he had been there for everything. He jumped from the second floor of the house to escape the burning down house. Julio could have saved him from this if he had fought more. 

   "Olly baby," Julio kneeled in front of Oliver. He had grown up so much since Charlie had last visited. Charlie always wanted a baby brother, so they would exchange letters and emails when Olly was old enough. Oliver was so excited to meet his Bubba in person. "I know you are excited, sweetie. Just don't jump on Charlie like you do when greeting others. He is injured, okay?" Julio reminded Oliver as Charlie's plane landed and people started coming out of the gate. 

   "Okay, Dad," Olly said like a little angel with a halo above his head. "I know Bubba is hurt. That's why I am going to take care of him,"

   "You are now?" Julio chuckled

   "Yeah! I cleaned his room and made his bed! I even saved him one of my favorite candies because he must be hungry after the longest flight,"

   "Atta boy, you have always been the strongest of the two of us," Julio pinched his cheeks and ruffled his hair before standing straight to look for Charlie. 

   Charlie had waited for everyone to get before him. He didn't want anyone to bump into him. It had been two months since the fire, and Uncle Antonio squished him in a big hug before boarding the plane, so he was still sore. 

   He walked out to see his little brother alone. Charlie raised an eyebrow, looking around for Julio. "Charlie Barley!"

   "Ack!" Charlie gasped. His father had mistaken him for another passenger. He picked him up in a hug and spun him around. "Daddy! Daddy! Ribs are still broken!" Charlie panicked.

   "Oh my god, I am so sorry," Julio gasped, setting him down and searching to see if he had done any real damage. 

   "I'm okay, you just scared me," Charlie hugged his dad with one hand. 

   "Y-you said you got your cast off. Are you still in a sling?" Julio widened his eyes, and his lips trembled. Charlie was so tiny, to begin with, but he looked skinnier from the back when Julio rushed to his bedside in May. 

   "I'm fine, Daddy. The doctor said to wear the sling for just a couple more weeks," Charlie said and looked down at Oliver, who was cautiously approaching. "Hi there, Olly," Charlie said softly, seeing Olly wanted to hug him but didn't want to break him. "C'mere, this is my good side... just don't hug too hard, okay?" Charlie said, and Olly nodded before hugging him like a glass figurine. "Are... you crying? Why is he crying?"

   "He loves you, baby. He is worried about you," Julio knitted his eyebrows together. He was tearing up, even more so because Charlie was extremely confused. 

   "I'm sorry..." Charlie frowned before Julio hugged him on his bad side but was careful. 

   "You're home now, Charlie Barley," Julio kissed his forehead.

   "I will be a good little brother and protect you, Bubba," Olly sniffled, and Charlie remained a little emotionless. He didn't know how to react to this from Olly or Julio.

   "Okay, Boys." Julio ruffled Charlie and Olly's hair before standing up. He placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. He looked down to see the burn on the side of his neck, which was on the side he was touching, so he quickly moved to the other side. "Let's get your luggage and head home, okay?"

   "Yeah!" Holding Charlie's hand, Olly pulled at him, "I can't wait for you to see your room and meet Peanut!" Olly bounced a little hyper, not wanting to keep the emotional atmosphere between all of them.

   "Peanut?" Charlie asked.

   "It's Olly's cat he got for his birthday," Julio said, taking in his son's appearance. Emotion overtook the moment, so he only took in his injuries. Charlie was wearing all-black clothes and had on smeared emo eyeliner. His hair was dyed jet black with a purple streak. Julio saw this as Charlie going through an emo phase. It was clear how much pain he was in.

   "Oh, you have a kitty?" Charlie smiled. He loved animals—dogs more than cats, but he didn't hate cats either. Jane was allergic to pets, so he had never had one before.

   "You talk silly," Olly said, pointing out his brother's accent.

   "No, you talk silly, you little rascal," Charlie giggled, patting his head. He started to grab his bag from the area when he saw it, but Julio swatted him away to get them himself. "Thanks, Daddy... Were you able to take off work for the weekend?" he remembered his father saying that in his latest email.

   "No baby, I am so sorry," Julio sighed, and Charlie gave him a reassuring look, "It's just... there has been a lot of m-u-r-d-e-r-s lately," Julio spelled out, and Charlie raised an eyebrow.

    "In a small town like Kentwood?" Charlie asked

   "Yeah... we think it has a tie-in with a c-u-l-t," Julio said. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stopped. "Shit, I am so sorry, I don't want to trigger you,"

   "It's okay... it's just life," Charlie said, not wanting his dad to panic.

   "I know what you spelled. I am nine, not five," Olly said proudly. Charlie chuckled and high-fived Olly.

   "While we are on the topic, Charles... he has never been caught," Julio said, referring to David and Charlie's faces dropping. "Now I trust you to be alone at the house, but I am gonna have a guard for you until he is caught... and when the crime goes down in Kentwood,"

   "Daddy?" Charlie sighed, thinking his dad treated him like a baby, just like Olly felt.

   "I know. I told him we didn't need a babysitter. I could protect you alone," Olly huffed.

   "I know, you two are completely capable of protecting yourself. It's just precautionary," Julio told them both. Come on, we can eat at Harry's before I have to head in," Julio said, and Charlie tried to contain his face.

   "Char! Youre going to sit in the back with me, right!?" Olly said, bouncing, "I can protect you better like that and show you all the pictures I have drawn for you!"

—- 3:29 PM

Harry's Dinner, Kentwood, Oregon

   Charlie hadn't been to this restaurant in years, and he used to ask his father to go every day in the summers when he would visit. However, Charlie had developed many eating rules, and all this place had was greasy food and meat.

   "Are you sure you just wanted a soup?" Julio raised an eyebrow as it wasn't even soup. It was just some vegetable broth with ice cubes. "You used to love getting country fried steak and a big chocolate cherry milkshake, buddy? You don't have to worry about money,"

   "Oh... I'm not worried about that," Charlie explained. I am sort of a vegan now," Charlie said, and Julio widened his eyes as he was nowhere near equipped to cook for a vegan. He was still determining what he could eat on the menu if he were to list other things. "I am picky about salad, and I don't like hot foods because they're um..."

   "Well, you can still eat milkshakes and cake, can't you?" Olly widened his eyes, "Here, you can share this with me!" Olly handed Charlie some toast.

   "It has butter on it," Charlie chuckled at his little brother as he gave him back the bread.

   "But... But butter isn't meat,"

   "It isn't, but it is dairy," Charlie smiled and noogied his brother, "Don't worry about me. Eat your toast, Bubba. I had a lot to eat on the plane," Charlie said. He could tell his father wasn't fully convinced, so he tried to change the subject. "Did I make it into this semester at the high school?"

   "Oh, yes," Julio took the bait and explained everything he had been told. "You will start school on the 2nd in the senior year," he said, and Charlie sighed. He had worked hard to get enough credits to graduate early, but it hadn't been enough. "Youre also going to go to physical therapy in Port Higgs on Wednesdays and Therapy at the same place on Mondays,"

   "Oh, I don't have to go to therapy anymore," Charlie said, and Julio raised an eyebrow, as that's not what Antonio said. "Dr. Moon said that I was all better," Charlie shrugged. Julio passed on a tell when lying to Olly and Charlie: After they told a lie, their noses would scrunch up.

   "Is that so?" Julio said, and Charlie nodded confidently. So it's just like that? Are we already going to start lying to each other?" Julio was a pretty lax father, but he wasn't a pushover.

   "It... I don't like PT and Therapy," Charlie sighed, looking down at his soup and playing with his spoon. PT hurts. I went to one when I got the cast-off, and... therapists want time to talk about that day," Charlie said, showing emotion for the first time he was here.

   "Daddy, knock it off. You are scaring him," Olly said, hugging his brother.

   "Boys... I am not trying to be mean... I want Charlie to get better, and that means PT and talking about hard things," Julio said, placing his hand on top of Charlie's. The boy looked annoyed, but he knew that Julio was right.

   "I just... I don't want to," Charlie sighed.

   "I know, Bubba, but Daddy and I are going to be there for you," Olly patted him on the back. Charlie held back the pained face as Olly patted the burned side. He didn't want to scare Olly.

   "I know..." Charlie hugged his brother and father as they finished their first dinner together of many.

   "Okay... Vegematarian," Julio said to himself so he would remember it.

   "Vegan," Charlie explained.

   "Okay... er, is there anything else I need to know... I should probably go by the store when I get off work," Julio told himself.

   "I-I am gay," Charlie exclaimed out. Some older, nosey generation around them cringed at that and clutched their pearls.

   "Gay? Like in happy?" Olly asked.

   "Er... no, he likes boys and not girls," Julio said softly, hugging Charlie and kissing him on the forehead paternally. "I love you all the same. Do you think I would have a problem with that?" Julio raised an eyebrow

   "I dunno," Charlie blushed.

   "Well, I don't," Julio shrugged.

   "Yuck... Boys and Girls have cooties. I'm never going to like any of them," Olly crossed his arms, making the other laugh.

   "I think the guy who is going to be your School Buddy is the head of the SAG club at Kentwood High," Julio said, and Charlie raised an eyebrow.

   "Do you mean the GSA club?" Charlie asked as he was surprised a small town like Kentwood had a queer-friendly student body. "School Buddy? Who is he?"

   "Oh, it's what they call your guide. The school campus is a bit confusing, so you will have a guide for a week. And... I don't know if you know him, Tao Xu. He is a sweet kid," 

   Charlie was nervous about coming to America, a really small town, and he knew there would be homophobes and bullies everywhere. However, he didn't want to be in the closet any longer, especially since he had almost passed away.

   This would be different for Charlie. He would make the best of his life but didn't know how different life would be for him in return. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your reading list, and share with your friends:) Check out my subreddit for my writings r/QuinnLake.