#sorry I just love him so much and he needed some lovin

[nu-metal-confessions]

Why is no one taking about John Otto?!!???

He’s literally so cute agh I wanna kiss him and see his handsome smile

I love John he’s the cutest and he deserves the world

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[earthtooz]

x : LOVIN' YOU RIGHT :*+ﾟ all of me i'm offering, show you what devotion is !

in which: reo keeps chasing after you because the one thing he knows how to do is love you right.

warnings: 2.2k words, FLUFF, gn!reader, reo is an athlete, post-argument fic inspired by jungkook's 'seven' mv, mentions of food, pet names used by reader and reo, reo is a little bit of a flirt and a lot in love and pathetic bc that's how we like our men!

a/n: I LOVE REO

“what are you doing here?” 

reo looks at the direction of your voice, eyes widening in surprise upon seeing you. there are grocery bags in your hands, you’re wearing the sweater you always wear when running errands, and you’re looking at him like he’s a fly that’s invaded your home, annoyance and exasperation seeping right off you. despite it, his heart flutters alive and reo feels like he can finally breathe after the few days you spent ignoring him. 

“y/n!” he exclaims, a smile making its way onto his face. “hi baby, i’ve missed you!”

just as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, you swerve aside smoothly, causing the purple-haired’s smile to drop.

“y/n? what was that for?” you don’t answer him, instead slipping past his figure to stand in front of your door, perhaps pressing a little too close for it to be normal, but reo keeps quiet about it. “at least let me help you with your groceries, you can’t unlock a door with both hands-”

“don’t.” you command, struggling with getting your keys out. “why are you here?” 

“wh-what do you mean? i haven’t seen you in three days and i missed you so i came to visit,” he pouts. “did you not miss me?” 

your eye twitches. “i’m still mad at you,” you finally unlock your door, pushing it open and closing it before reo could come in. 

however, that plan is much easier said than done because your boyfriend has better reflexes and is considerably faster than you, so he jams his shoe in between the doorway before you could close it. he makes no move to push it open though. 

“i’m sorry!” he calls out guiltily and he hopes his words reach you through the thin space. “you know i am, i didn’t mean to upset you, and i came to talk it out and make it up to you!”

you peek through the gap, looking reo in the eye. “as much as i appreciate your apology reo, there’s no point in letting you in, i need to go run some errands soon so why don’t you leave and come back later when we can talk.”

“then can i come with you?”

“why? you’re just going to be bored following me around.”

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you allowed me.” 

the silence is deafening, utterly suffocating as reo awaits for a response. he has never wanted to kick down a door so badly in his life because if you spend another millisecond not speaking to him then he might lose his mind, he’d rather die than have you shut him out. 

thankfully, you open up the gap just a little more, allowing him to see more of you, but you don’t meet his eye, looking to the side bashfully instead. “fine, but i’m still mad at you, so don’t get any ideas.”

heaven is on his side, reo decides as he fails miserably at hiding his smile.

“you wait outside though, i’ll be out in a bit.”

“wait, can’t i help you put your groceries away?”

“you don’t even know how to do it properly.”

“i’ll learn for you.”

“another time.”

reo retracts his foot and you close the door with a gentle click, the sight of you being replaced with a wooden plank souring his mood significantly. better than you slamming the door in his face, he supposes, but nevertheless, the purple-haired sighs, moping in front of your door like it was his birthright. 

he only broods for a few minutes maximum because soon enough, he’s reunited with you, trailing behind you like a second shadow as you both make your way through your neighbourhood. the excitement that reo feels practically tangible, leaving a trail of undying devotion, powered by the love he feels for you.

the walk is quiet, filled by sounds of passing cars, birds chirping, and people strolling by that stare a little too long at the purple-haired, either subtly admiring him or wondering why he seemed so familiar. you’re acutely aware of the stares and how strange the sight must be to them. world-class soccer player and multimillionaire trailing behind a nobody as if it was just another day, how unfathomable. 

you wonder if reo gets tired of it.

“what are you doing today?” your boyfriend asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“i need to drop by the bank first of all, then i have some things to return, and then i need to buy some new headphones because mine broke.”

“oh, good to know!”

“reo, i swear, don’t even get the idea about paying for any of it. use your credit card today and i will personally-”

“-okay, okay!” he jokes, defensively putting up his hands. “i won’t.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, very clearly not believing him before continuing your journey. you know your boyfriend better than anyone and if it’s one thing he’s stubborn with, it’s never letting you pay, but you’re determined and reo is plotting the many ways to break his promise. 

the first method is dropped in front of him like a divine gift, which took shape through a flower stall in front of the mall you planned on going to. reo is a man of taking his chances whenever he sees it. grabbing your hand to stop you from walking any further, reo doesn’t explain his intentions as he wordlessly drags you to the quaint store that had set itself up. 

“reo, no-”

“-this one, please,” reo demands as he hands the bouquet of his choice to the store owner, keeping you in a tight grip before you could run away. 

“reo!”

“that’ll be 7700 yen.”

“that’s too much! reo, stop it! i told you you couldn’t use your credit card today!”

from his pocket, reo fishes out a crisp ‘10000’ bill, dropping it on the platter for cash before speed walking away with the bouquet. “thank you very much, no need for change!”

the protests of the store attendant fades in the background and reo turns to you with a boyish smile, pushing the bouquet into your arms as if you hadn’t witnessed everything that just happened. 

“reo,” you murmur, resolve crumbling as the beautiful arrangement shines up at you and it doesn’t help that your (very charming) boyfriend is looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes, practically begging for you to accept. “i told you not to buy anything-”

“-with my card! you never said anything about cash.” 

“that’s not the point- oh my goodness,” you pinch the bridge of your nose whilst shaking your head, but you quickly admit defeat when a small giggle slips through your lips. 

glancing back up at him, there’s scorn in your eyes but it’s easily contrasted by the gentle smile that dances along your lips. reo feels a warmth spread in his chest, as if he had swallowed the sun and made itself home beside his heart, the same one that begins to race at the sight of you laughing. he is so pathetically devoted to you that it makes him stupid, but he’d buy all the flowers in the world if it will make you smile at him like this. 

“you’re so silly, reo,” taking the bouquet from his relaxed grip, you hug it close to your chest. “thank you though, i love them.”

“i love you,” slips past his lips before he can think.

“ever the smoothtalker, aren’t you?”

you walk away without another word, causing reo to chase after you. “wait, why aren’t you saying it back?”

“still mad.”

reo shuts his mouth, complaints dying on his tongue as he continues following you through the mall. slowly but surely, you make your way through your list of things to do, with the world-class athlete silently losing his mind more and more with each second that you weren’t giving him attention. he needs to plot more ways that would break your resolve, and fast.

his opportunity comes up when the two of you pass by a bakery that catches your eye, your gaze to lingering a little too long on the display of baked goods for reo not to notice. without a second thought, he drags you in with him, your immediate complaints falling on deaf ears. 

“i don’t want anything!” you hiss, trying to keep loyal your stubbornness despite the enchanting smell of baked goods wafting through the air.

“too bad, either you tell me what you want or i’m buying out the whole store,” reo promises, eyes alight with determination.

“i want to go home.”

“aren’t you hungry?”

“there’s food at home, i don’t want to waste any unnecessary money.” 

“it’s not wasting if it’s spent on you, though,” he reasons before ordering the baked goods that he knows you will like, and once again, paying for it with cash. 

“if you’re trying to get me to forgive you by spending your money then forget it,” you mutter, ripping your hand out of his grasp before walking out of the store.

“y/n-” reo begins, cutting himself off as he waits impatiently for his order to get finished packing; not that it takes long before he leaves the store with a branded paper bag in hand, filled with perhaps multiple boxes of baked goods as dashes out to the entrance, prepared to chase after you.

except he doesn’t need to, because you’re standing outside patiently waiting for him, the bouquet of flowers still snug in your arms. its beauty could never compare to yours, reo thinks offhandedly as he approaches you like a magnet. 

“i thought me walking out would deter you,” you murmur, eyeing the bag in his hand. “should’ve known that it wouldn’t work.” 

reo grins, partly out of adoration, mostly because he’s just glad you didn’t actually leave him behind, not that you ever would or could do such a thing. 

“you treat me too well, don’t you think?” you hug the flowers closer to your chest. 

“what? where did that come from?” 

you shrug, not meeting his eyes. “i don’t know, you’re just too good for me sometimes. aren’t you tired?”

a crack resonates through his heart, causing a few pieces to crumble and shatter on the ground. “how could you ever think that?” he says in a panic. “do i need to give you more flowers? i need to call to make you an arrangement soon, i’m so inconsiderate! we can go out next week, i’ll clear my sche-”

two hands are placed of either side of his face and the words die on reo’s tongue. you look at him with a look of fondness that almost makes him cry and fall to his knees. “-i’m sorry, i don’t know where that came from. i just think i got really lucky having someone like you in my life.” 

reo wants to say that its reverse, that he’s the one who landed in a pot of fortune and came out with someone as kind and beautiful as you, but he’ll find the words some other day because he wants to kiss you, badly. 

finally, you say, “thank you love, i appreciate your gifts.” 

he beams and falls harder in love than he already was.

by the time the two of you arrive at your apartment, the sun is beginning to dip belong the horizon and you hold a lot more goods than anticipated, your boyfriend being the one to blame for most of them.

“are you gonna call someone to drive you home?” you ask, stopping in front of your door.

reo frowns, “i guess i could do that.” 

he makes no move for his phone and his pout is a strong indication of what he truly wants. you’ve always been good at reading reo but you’ve never been good at resisting his wishes, so it’s with a faked sigh that you give in.

“fine,” you hold out your hand for him to take and he very happily complies, beaming with a hope so bright that it blinds you. “want to stay the night?”

he almost drops to one knee but doesn’t get the time to because you’re unlocking your door. this time, you’re leaving it open and reo storms in like its his birth right (which it could be. he thinks he was put on this earth to love you and being welcomed in to your apartment might as well be another declaration of love.)

its refreshing to be in your space once more, to bathe in your presence and be welcomed in instead of shut out. as much as you may scorn him, reo’s only place in the universe is beside you, and he’ll take whatever you give so long as it’s you he gets to see at the end of the day.

“reo!” you call out from the kitchen, disrupting his thoughts. “should we have some of those cakes you bought earlier?”

“yeah, i’m coming!” shouts reo, happy, content, and grateful that you will let him love you, because he’s the only one that could do it right.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

[bunni-v1]

Can I please request a reader that has been so traumatised by what’s happened in the Scarabia book that they actively avoid the entire dorm and have Ace and Deuce as their guard dogs (I love those two and I really love how you wrote them as the readers protective besties during the Malleus break up fic). Like how would Kalim, Jamil and Adeuce react to that?

I find it really cathartic when I read fics that have the characters feeling guilty after what they put the reader through whilst the reader is getting support from their friends.

(Something I’m really salty about in twst is how no one ever holds the overblots accountable for what they’ve done. I full on agreed with Ace when he told Riddle that crying wasn’t going to erase all that he did before the overblot and I literally fell in love with him when he punched Riddle after he insulted us/Yuu/the player. I understand that those boys are traumatised and are in desperate need of therapy and overblotting was the only way for their problems to be solved but the treatment they inflicted on Yuu/us was downright hellish. Azul made us homeless and tore us away from the only family/comfort we had in twst (the ghosts) and then sent the tweels to terrorise us in our attempts to reclaim said home and free our friends from servitude; Jamil kidnapped us, hypnotised us, locked us up in a room against our will, isolated us from Adeuce and took away any contact we had with them, forced us on long marches in the dessert and turned a blind eye to our clear suffering during that time; Vil acted like a literal demon to not only us (and then almost made my Deucey cry) but everyone else as well and that was before he decided to try to murder an innocent teenager. Like why does no one understand just how much this can damage an actual child who has no magic and has been stripped from their home and family?)

Reader Terrified of Scarabia After Jamil’s Overblot

TW: PTSD; Mental Breakdown; Disassociation; Mentions of Abuse; Kalim and Jamil are tragic

Info: Ace, Deuce x Reader (platonic or romantic); Kalim, Grim x Reader (platonic); Jamil and Reader (neutral)

🍓I love requests like this tbh. My own OC sorta has her own grapplings with this stuff that I like to touch upon, and I’m excited I get the chance to talk about it here :) THIS IS LONG AS HELL BTW(like this intro here lol). I had a lot of fun writing it :))) I added a cute, shorter little grim part, because our little guy deserves more lovin’ than he gets. I also decided to do a cute little (read: long) intro, and then head cannons since you didn’t specify for either. I hope you enjoy this style, and I’m sorry for the wait <3

You had been through… a lot in your time at Night Raven College. Being thrown into a completely different world would’ve been enough, but it seems that the great seven thought you needed some extra troubles. You weren’t sure how you could’ve encored their wrath, but you were, and you were chugging along despite it all.

First was the attack from the phantom in the mines — something that should’ve been foreshadowing for what was to come. You didn’t even do anything to be in this position. It was Ace Grim and Deuce, but you got dragged into it all because you were “Grim’s keeper.” You managed to befriend Ace and Deuce though, so it wasn’t so bad.

Second was Riddle with his unending temper and strict rules. Despite everything telling you to just stay out of it, your good-natured heart just couldn’t stop you from helping Ace and Deuce. Nearly dying in the process, you managed to help Riddle and made newfound friends in Heartslabyul. 

Third came Leona, the selfish, stuck-up, lazy no-good prince of the Savannah. You knew he was trouble from the start, and you wanted nothing to do with him or his little lackey Ruggie. Then he hurt Trey, and you couldn’t stand by while he reigned terror on the school. He was a favorable ally to gain in the end, so you could dismiss his actions so long as he kept in his lane.

Fourth was Azul, another student you figured would cause you trouble. With the extra scary Jade and Floyd always tailing him, and that too buttery sweet voice of his, you were determined to keep your distance. Again, however, your friends were in trouble and you couldn’t help but help them. Azul was a broken person, and you could sympathize with his struggles. He even gave you a job at the lounge to help with funding yourself, so he couldn’t be all that bad.

You’d come to dislike the other house wardens out of principle. A pattern had emerged among them, and you weren’t going to fall victim to another horrific overblot. You still had suction cup-shaped bruises on your arm from Azul’s breakdown. Leona had given you more than just a nasty burn from the scalding hot whirlwind of sand he conjured up. The scars Riddle left behind on your face and arms were healed, but they still ached when you touched them. All painful reminders that you could not truly trust anyone here, that anyone could lose control of themselves and hurt you. Yet…

When you met Jamil in the kitchen, he seemed so kind to both you and Grim. He seemed so genuine and honest. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was you missing your friends, but you wanted to trust him despite your gut feeling to be distrustful. Could everyone here really be that bad? Certainly not. Ace Deuce and Jack went here as well… so surely… surely…

The alarm bells didn’t ring at all during the dinner, and Kalim — despite everything you’ve been through — seemed so nice, if not a little overbearing. You could see the tiredness on Jamil's face, and you had the kindness in your heart to express your sympathies. And oh, Jamil so humbly assured you that he was fine. Filling your head with little half-truths and ideas that Kalim had been overworking not only him but the other students. That he had been acting “off” as of late.

You saw Kalim’s sudden shifts in personality. How he would be so sweet, so kind and soft. How he made sure you were enjoying yourself, made sure you ate to your heart's content, made sure you were comfortable in your uniform and your sleeping quarters. Then he would be yelling at everyone, demanding unspeakable exercises and work.

If Ace were there with you, he would’ve called bullshit. Still, you trusted Jamil to start. You actually believed he was kind and had good intentions. You believed that Kalim was the real evil here.

Then he wouldn’t let you and Grim leave, and the students were suddenly so aggressive toward you. He took everything you had and stripped you of your dignity and pride until there was nothing left but fight.

Truly, you didn’t realize it was him that was the issue until he was over-blotting in front of your eyes. It wasn’t an unusual sight to you at that point, you’d defeated multiple overblots and befriended these people. You don’t know what it was. The way you’d trusted him. The fact that you felt truly alone without Ace and Deuce. This one broke you…

You just didn’t feel a damn thing after he was saved. You felt no pity, no joy, no relief. Absolutely nothing, an empty void in your chest. Even as everyone around you celebrated, there was nothing. You stood watching everyone parade around with glee blankly, unable to speak to anyone around you. Just listening to the voices that had begun to mesh together.

You didn’t show anything until Ace and Deuce showed up. Something about their faces, the way they were looking over you, the way they seemed so scared for your wellbeing… it made you cry. It made you cry and cry and cry until you couldn’t make any noise and then you cried some more. They had to drag you away from everyone because you just couldn’t quite stand upright when Deuce would try to get you to walk away with him…

The days after were blurry. You remained holed up in your dorm, unable to really move from your bed. Ace and Deuce stayed in their own separate room next to yours. You could hear them talking through the walls about how worried they were about you, how angry they were at Jamil, how angry they were at themselves for not getting there in time to help you. If you’d had the energy, you would’ve scolded them for being so hard on themselves, but you could hardly speak in the first place.

They cared for you as best as they could. Deuce attempted to cook the recipes Trey sent him over magicam, making sure you ate and stayed hydrated. Occasionally you’d hear Azul downstairs, and Deuce would give you something nice from the Monstrolounge — free of charge, he promised. You could tell that he wasn’t sleeping much in his worry over you. 

Grim remained at your side as loyal as a dog and boasting that he’d keep you safe, but you knew he was scared too. He proclaimed that he would keep you safe, but you could feel him trembling at every sudden noise. You had to comfort him from the horrific nightmares he was having. That was okay, though, he was family and you were his.

Ace was the only one who really kicked your ass into gear. He’d tug you out of bed and into the shower as people began to return from winter break. Made you go on walks around campus to show you that you were completely safe. Eventually, he’d been able to get you to visit Azul to thank him directly for his kindness. He wasn’t soft or gentle with you, that wasn’t in his character at all, but he made sure you felt safe enough to return to classes before they started.

They both worked hard to help you recover, but you were still so afraid…

Ace

-Ace isn’t exactly the most comforting person, and he never claimed to be. 

-He’s not good at reassuring people, but he’s good at being honest, and if he was being honest he knew that you were safe around him and Deuce.

-He walks you to and from classes, spends most of his nights in your dorm doing whatever the hell you’d like him to do without complaint, distracts you when you’re freaking out, and most importantly keeps that snake as far away from you as possible.

-If he was being honest with himself, which was his whole thing, he didn’t really get your reaction to everything. 

-You’ve all been through this before, it's textbook at this point. A guy does some shady shit, a guy gets caught doing said shady shit, a guy overblots, and you defeat a guy with the power of friendship. Boom. Done.

-He’d get it more if you were completely alone, but grim and the octanivelle freaks were there! Kalim too, and he’s always seemed pretty nice. Not the best company, sure, but still you had people helping you out.

-When he looks at your face and sees how tired you are, he forgets the logical stuff. All he can hear are those horrific sobs you let out when you saw him and how you nearly ripped his uniform in half with how tightly you were holding him and Deuce.

-If that was too much for him, he can’t imagine how badly it must’ve felt for you. How bad it must still feel.

-So screw what he thinks, he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

-He doesn’t ask you how you’re feeling, he knows it's not good. He focuses on keeping your mind off of everything that might trigger you.

-Reroutes your paths to classes to avoid Jamil and Kalim completely. Sure it’s longer and more annoying, but it's better than you going dead silent and shutting him and everyone else out again.

-He does everything in his power and you’re doing so well… and then the VDC happens. 

-You’re given the title of manager and you’re forced to be around these people who terrify you. 

-Vil won’t budge on anything and sevens Ace wishes Rook would let him try out a little target practice with the (illegal) bow and arrows he’s got in his room.

-He keeps himself between you and Jamil at all costs. He won’t let Jamil bother you at all, not that he was trying in the first place.

-The real issue is Kalim, which sounds crazy, but it’s true.

-Kalim is so… forceful. A pretty strong word, but honestly the only one Ace can think to use.

-He’s really nice, really sweet, seriously such a good guy… but you’re still unsettled by him.

-There are several times during practices that Ace has to yell at him to just leave you alone.

-Sure, it gets him a pretty big scolding from Vil, but he couldn’t care less honestly. He doesn’t wanna risk you having a panic attack because Vil doesn’t wanna be a responsible leader.

-You confide in Ace a lot. How you really want to move past all this, but Crowley won’t provide you with any form of therapy, and you’re just not ready to forgive Jamil or Kalim for what happened.

-He won’t tell you this, but hearing you talk like this breaks his heart.

-You’re normally so strong, so brave, so confident… and now you’re absolutely broken.

-He’s proud of you for putting on a brave face to placate Vil, but he’s angry you have to.

-Surprisingly, though, you do begin to warm up to Kalim. Just a little. 

-It's only when Ace, Deuce, or Grim is around, but it's a really big step forward in his eyes.

-You’re getting back to where you used to be little by little.

-He still won’t give you or Jamil the chance to reconcile, but you honestly couldn’t be more grateful for that.

Deuce

-Deuce is incredibly different from Ace in how he handles everything.

-He’s a delinquent, sure, but he’s a Mama’s boy at heart. Therefore, he’s much more equipped to help you emotionally through all this than Ace.

-Where Ace is the harsh pushing force to keep you going, Deuce is the calm where you can rest and cry your heart out for as long as you need.

-As I mentioned, he makes sure you’re eating and drinking and at least speaking to someone.

-He asks Trey for recipes without leading on to what’s going on and asks Cater for advice on helping someone feel safe after a traumatic experience.

-It’s not subtle, but it helps.

-He handles making all your meals, even though he isn’t the best cook, he absolutely puts all his heart and soul into everything he makes.

-A good portion of his days are dedicated to cooking for you, and he gets pretty damn good at it by the time classes start up again!

-With Sam’s shop closed, he has to go into town to get the ingredients he needs, and then he has to spend hours preparing and serving the food.

-He watches you eat, encouraging you that everything is safe and that he made it all by himself by hand. 

-He doesn’t question why things ended up this way for you, he wonders how can I help?

-And he does help, a lot, more than just with food.

-Sometimes, late at night, he hears you crying alone in your room. He gets up from his own bed, quietly enters your room, and holds you and grim while you both tremble in fear.

-It makes him so mad. Mad that this happened to you. Mad that Jamil did this in the first place. Mad that he couldn’t help more than he already is. 

-Like Ace, he accompanies you to all your classes and makes sure to stay close to your side if any Scarabia students are around.

-He’ll go anywhere you need him to, and if you’re not comfortable being alone and he’s got plans, you’re invited to join him. No matter what anyone else thinks.

-Things get better little by little. You make strides in your ability to be independent again and you’re smiling and joking around like you used to. You even agreed to try out for the VDC with him and Ace… a big mistake.

-He didn’t expect to actually get in, let alone get in with Jamil and Kalim. If it were just that he could’ve been civil, but no, you had to be dragged in too… because that’s always how it works out.

-He has to hold himself from getting in Jamil’s face more than once because just him looking at you is enough to send you into a clear panic attack.

-Deuce does his best to comfort you between all of this, though. Being your shoulder to cry on and trying his best to be your protector… it's just hard. Hard to see you like that, and hard to keep his cool for your sake.

-It's worse with Kalim because both you and Deuce know he means well. You both know he wants to reconcile, but you’re not quite ready.

-Deuce helps the confrontation with the two feel a bit easier though. He acts as a mediator between you and Kalim, and eventually, he’s proud to say he helped you trust Kalim just a little bit.

-Jamil… both of you could use some work, but Deuce is more willing to hear you out on him than Ace is.

Grim

-Grim was there with you the whole time. He understands the fear you’re feeling deeper than anyone else.

-He could just tell something was wrong the second he saw your face. Despite all the celebrations, he was focused on making sure you were at least a little okay.

-He tried to talk to you, tried to make you feel okay, but the only comfort he could offer you was letting you hold him while you cried.

-He could still hear your cries, and they made him want to cry too. He almost did, but he was your guard cat — he had to be strong for you.

-Unlike Ace and Deuce, he never left your side. Not a second. He was there with you from the moment you were unwittingly kidnapped to the sleepless nights in your dorm to the horror of finding out you’d have to work closely with Jamil for the VDC.

-He made his distaste for him very known, sure to make a snarky comment at least once every time he saw him. 

-It was so bad, at one point, that Vil had to give him a stern talking to. He didn’t stop regardless.

-You are Grim’s best friend, the only family he has, and Jamil hurt you in unspeakable ways. He couldn’t just sit back and be okay with that.

-He’s really such a good guy.

Kalim

-Kalim means well. With his whole heart, he has the best intentions… just not the best execution.

-See, he didn’t notice initially that anything was really wrong the whole time.

-He didn’t suspect Jamil at all. In fact, he thought that you were really enjoying your stay in Scarabia, you seemed so happy and chatty up until Jamil flipped things on their head.

-Call him air-headed, but he was caught up in his own whirlwind of emotions at the time. You know, the whole betrayal of his supposed best friend took a toll on him too.

-It wasn’t until you were sobbing your throat raw that he realized something was really wrong.

-The look of sheer terror on your face when you made eye contact with him sent shivers up his spine.

-He knew that look. He’d worn that look on his own face too many times as a young child.

-Believe it or not, without Jamil’s intervention, he knew to keep his distance. He knew he had to give you time to adjust.

-Then a few days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a little over a month, and he had hardly seen you around campus.

-You are avoiding your normal route to class, and when he did see you he was also greeted by the harsh glares of your good friends.

-He understood if you’d never want to talk to him ever again, honestly. He couldn’t blame you. You were more headstrong than him, after all.

-Still, when the VDC came around… he was hopeful. Truly he was hoping that something would give.

-He would talk to you in hopes of showing you that he meant no harm, but Ace or Deuce or even Grim would shove their way between the two of you.

-Several times Jamil had to tell him to knock it off because “It’s not worth forcing.”

-Still, he wanted you to know he felt bad. He felt horrible.

-In a very un-Kalim-like move, he quietly asks you if you can speak with him. Alone. But in a crowded enough area that you wouldn’t feel threatened.

-He didn’t expect you to accept it, he wouldn’t have blamed you at all. But you said yes. 

-You showed up, with Grim by your side, which was fine. He earned some apologies too.

-He poured his heart out to you, apologizing for things that he couldn’t even control. In turn, he listened to you rant about how scared you were, how angry you were, how you wished you were any of these things.

-And after that, things improved. Slowly, but surely. You became more comfortable around him, and you spoke to him again.

-Sure, you wouldn’t be caught dead at one of Scarabia’s parties, but you considered him a friend. 

-That’s all he could ask for.

Jamil

-Jamil is the monster in your story. 

-He’s the evil guy who kidnapped, manipulated and lied to you.

-He’s the one who used his misplaced anger as an excuse to hurt others.

-He’s the boogyman who made you endure days of long and hard training, just because he could.

-Of course, he felt bad. What he did was unspeakable, but he was more concerned with how his reputation would last after the overblot.

-More concerned with it not getting out for the safety of his family.

-Even with you sobbing, he just thought you were being dramatic in all honesty. You have a reputation already, he knew you’d been through this whole thing before.

-It didn’t really strike him how badly it affected you.

-He didn’t notice how you switched paths, how you were never in the same area as him for long, and the glares of your friends never once phased him.

-Even Ace’s snarky comments during basketball didn’t bother him for a second.

It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you in the hallway, and he saw the look on your face that he realized.

-The terror in your eyes, the way you shrunk back as if he would strike you. It was the same way his parents acted around the Asim’s.

-If he were a more insane man, he might’ve found it liberating, but it wasn’t.

-He had become what he hated to you, he had done what he hated to you. 

-Jamil was not only your monster, but he was his own.

-He steers clear of you and keeps as much distance as possible for both your sakes.

-He couldn’t handle someone looking at him like that, and he was sure you couldn’t handle the sight of him after what he did.

-Still, this is NRC, and luck is never on anyone's side here.

-Both of you are forced into a position where you cannot escape the other, you have to learn to live with the awful pits in your stomachs.

-He keeps Kalim away until you both are on good terms, then he simply watches quietly.

-He won’t apologize, he won’t antagonize, he won’t speak unless spoken to.

-You two never truly recover your small lasting friendship, but you do make amends with each other.

-During the trip to the scalding sands, you get to meet Najma, whom he’s confided in about ‘accidentally upsetting a classmate’.

-You get to have a good talk with her, and it makes you really realize some things about Jamil.

-You realize he’s just as broken as you, just as tired as you, and that he feels the most immense amount of guilt for hurting you.

-You, being you, find it in your soul to forgive him.

-Nothing really changes between you. The guilt is still there, and the fear still shakes you to your core, but you both have closure.

-In a situation like this, closure is the best grace a person can ever have.

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Peach Part 1 of 2 (Rafe Cameron Two Shot) +18

+ 18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Ward’sSugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

📖 Rafe has a thing for his dad’s sugar baby (reader)

🪄 Warnings: somnophilia (lol), secluded yet public oral, cheating, swearing, degradation, name-calling, pet names, oral (fem. receiving), oral (male receiving), ownership kink, reader’s a sugar baby, rough sex, nipple play, choking, creampie, & cum play, no use of y/n but everyone refers to her as the pet name Peach, softish rafe but he’s kinda mean here and ther

✨ Fuck, she’s arm candy – the perfect little accessory for my old man. And he’s lovin’ every second of the attention he’s pullin’ from every ancient perv here. This has got to be some mind-numbing shit for her. She gives one of the old men a fake giggle, resting her small manicured hand on my dad’s breast pocket, her head softening on his shoulder. With that I feel a little spark in me… something I haven’t felt in a while. Jealousy? Maybe. Not for long at least. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending an invitation. ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“I mean it is a little much for Midsommers, Peach, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ward gives you a cheeky smile as he unwinds a little more on the dressing room couch, eyes combing over your curves from the reflection of the mirror. “I love dressing you up, princess. Love showing off my little doll around the fellas. Can you blame me? You’re flawless.” He winks and smiles as he lifts his champagne flute to his lips, taking a sip.

“Thank you. I love it,” you praise, running your hands down the delicate black satin, purposely running over the fullness of your breasts, guiding his focus off your eyes. “I think this will go really well with those black Jimmy Choo pumps you bought me.”

Ward smiles and shakes his head ‘no’ as he crosses his strong arms over his chest. “Do you think I’m going let you re-wear a pair of date night heels, baby? We need to buy you somethin’ new. You deserve it. Very sweet for you to be mindful of Daddy’s pocket,” he lauds as he taps the wallet tucked into the pocket of his designer blazer. “That’s just one of the many, many reasons you have my heart, sugar,” Ward mumbles as he rises to his feet, eyes trained on your body. “That, and the fact that I just can’t believe you’re mine,” he mumbles before his lips meet your neck, kissing gently as he works his way to your ear. “I love takin’ care of you.” You tip your head slightly, resting your cheek against his, the two of you matching each other’s gaze in the mirror.

“We look good together, Cameron,” you coo. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your bare shoulder before resting his chin on top.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world, Peach. This looks so pretty on you. You’re stunning. You probably need something just as pretty underneath. Don’t you agree?”

You nuzzle into his cheek, making him chuckle warmly. “You spoil me, daddy… Of course, I agree. Something pretty you can take off me later,” you flirt, just stoking the fire.

“Baby girl…” He gushes, the apples of his cheeks reddening.

“Sorry… I can’t help it.”

“No, baby. I love it. Oh, I booked a hair and nail appointment for you, so I won’t see you until you arrive. I have to be at the Island Club a little early. You can just catch a ride with Rafe. I’ll meet you at the car and we can walk in together. Alright?”

You fix your face, trying your best to seem unfazed by even the mere mention of his son’s name.

Rafe Cameron…

Truthfully, I was about to make my move during parents’ weekend. Then, I laid eyes on Ward. Rafe’s old man… handsome, sweet, thoughtful. It was too hard to pass up the chance to be taken care of. And, taken care of I was. Student loan debt canceled, school-year paid in cash, trips, lavish dinners, anything and everything his little Peach wants she gets. But even with all of that, I can’t help but be drawn to Rafe. I still get butterflies when he passes me on his way to class or when he looks my way in the library.

Even after I got with Ward I’d still try to finagle my way into staying on campus for the weekend so I could hit up a house party or bump into him at the bar. Ward made sure that didn’t happen, pleading with me to spend most of my free time at Tanneyhill. Ward is so sweet when he begs. And, how can I possibly deny the man cutting the checks?

“Peach? Is that okay? He seemed pretty happy about getting to know you a little better,” Ward smiles as he fixes the strap of your gown.

“No, Daddy. It’s perfect.”

You look down at the vanity, watching your phone buzz. Your heart skips a beat as you see his name written across it, causing the usual butterflies to swirl. How would this play out? What would Rafe say?

To the rest of the family I was just some girl; maybe someone Ward picked up at the country club or some overpriced boutique downtown. Sarah and Wheezie were too unbothered to care. How would Rafe take this? Would he even recognize me?

The buzzing stops, pulling you out of your daze as you watch the incoming call shift to missed. Shit. Headlights beam outside as Rafe’s large truck rolls up the drive just as your phone dings. Voicemail – Rafe Cameron You lift the phone to your ear, hearing that familiar voice.

“Uhh… Peach? It’s Ward’s son, Rafe. I’m out front if you’re ready to head out. Don’t know if you need a few more minutes or whatever. Just let me know.” BEEP. The message ends, the eldest Cameron’s tone short and uninterested. Maybe he knows who I am and truly doesn’t care.

You look down at your body, wrapped in a pretty pink robe; dress still hanging up in the corner of Ward’s room. It had been a long day of shopping and pampering, leaving you late. The muffled sound of Rafe’s truck door kickstarts your heart. You unfasten the bow around your waist, letting the material fall off your body and onto a puddle on the floor as you hustle toward your gown.

You step into the number, stumbling slightly; looping the delicate straps over your shoulders before smoothing out the front.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Umm… One second, Rafe,” you call.

“Of course.” You hear his deep voice in person, making you suck in a nervous breath. Reaching behind your back you struggle for the zipper, craning your wrist to get it to close. “Uhh… You need some help in there?” Rafe asks, making your eyes widen as you stand in front of the mirror again, looking back at yourself dumbly.

Of course, I want his help. I’m sure if I struggle a little more I could get it to word. But do I want to?

“Rafe,” you call out his name, voice broken with nervousness. “I could use your help.”

Rafe’s POV:

What the actual fuck. I stand behind her, eyes falling down the length of her bare back to her open zipper. Nothing but soft skin and satin; the small zipper resting just below her g-string. I’ve gotta move slowly. No way I could step out from behind her like this. My hard-on pushes against my dress pants, straining the zipper. I let my fingers trail her skin ever so slightly, tugging the material together reluctantly before pulling it closed.

I had no idea it was going to be her when she accepted my offer… Lucky me.

“How are you, sweetheart,” I mumble from behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror.

“Umm… I’m good. How are you?” She asks sweetly.

“Great. I’m fine,” I hum, not moving from my place behind her, ambling a little closer. I can’t fucking help myself. Her lashes flutter at the closeness between the two of us. “Just came from campus.”

“Yeah? Umm… We go to the same school,” she starts, like I wasn’t painfully aware.

“Yeah. Yeah, we do. I know exactly who you are. And you and my dad are-”

“Dating?” She answers, her calm demeanor veiling her shame, just a sliver of it still peeking through. “No. We’re friends? Companions… I-”

I let out a raspy chuckle, saving her the strain as she flounder in front of me, panic painting her beautiful face. “Nah, Peach. I understand,” I smirk. She lifts her eyebrow, letting out an airy laugh herself. “He’s battin’ way out of his league with you. I must say.”

I lean in a little closer, letting the warmth of my voice fan across the column of her neck, making her head fall back slightly as she tilts closer. My large hands rest on her hips, all my primal urges pushing me to bend her over, hands on the glass, dress around her hips, my fat cock fucking in and out as I watch her go absolutely dumb on my dick. But I resist.

Why the fuck are you with Ward? You’re too beautiful… You’re only wasting your time with my old man. What is he givin’ you that I can’t? Money? Is that what you’re after, babydoll?

Good thing I have that too.

“Nice to see you, man,” Kelce smiles as he pulls me in for a half-hug, cutting off my view of her. I pull him to the side, giving me the perfect sightline.

Fuck, she’s arm candy – the perfect little accessory for my old man. And he’s lovin’ every second of the attention he’s pullin’ from every ancient perv here. This has got to be some mind-numbing shit for her. She gives one of the old men a fake giggle, resting her small manicured hand on my dad’s breast pocket, her head softening on his shoulder. With that I feel a little spark in me… something I haven’t felt in a while. Jealousy? Maybe. Not for long at least. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending an invitation.

She looks down, eyeing her clutch as she feels the rumble of her phone. Her eyes lift, catching mine like she knows exactly what’s to come, without seeing the message at all. I give her a knowing nod as I stroll away.

In a room full of people she knows just where I am. She’s got her eye on me. Atta girl.

Reader’s POV

Well… if there was any question if that text was from Rafe or not that nod answered my question. My excitement leaves a steady pulse between my thighs as I try my best to act normally. He’s trying to get me alone.

“I’m going to run to the restroom,” you whisper in Ward’s ear, kissing him gently on the cheek before wiping some sparkly gloss off his stubble. He gives you a little pat on your bum and a wink.

“Gonna finish up this conversation, Peach, and I’ll find you. M’Kay?” He hums. “15 minutes tops.”

“Of course,” you smile, nodding quickly before excusing yourself, nabbing out your phone as you step toward where Rafe was headed, rushing to read what he had to say.

Holy shit.

Your phone glows as you reread the text messages sent by Rafe wandering down the hallway as you take in each word, considering your options. Am I doing this? Should I turn him down? Let him know he read this all wrong? That he’s overstepping-

“There she is,” you hear his low voice from behind you. His large hand wraps around your arm, tugging you back fast, pulling you into the dark room before slamming the lock shut.

“Rafe?” You gasp just as his lips collide with yours, the two of you running high on adrenaline; teeth clashing, tongues rolling. Your long nails scratch through the hair at the nape of his neck, making him moan into your kiss as he backs you against the wooden door.

“Didn’t even take any convincing to get you back here, baby girl. What do you have to say for yourself?” He mumbles against your lips as he paws for the bottom of your dress, bunching it up higher and higher.

“Rafe. I-”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, princess. You want me. I need you. Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. You gonna let me check?” He rasps, catching your moans between his lips.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want,” he taunts as his lips brush yours, his rough fingers grazing the soaked spot on your panties.

“I want you, Rafe. I want your… Fuck. I want your fingers,” you whimper, starting small, knowing full-well he’ll talk you into more; just making yourself feel less guilty about the whole ordeal by asking for the bare minimum like that even matters.

“Just my fingers. Huh?” He teases. Not buying the angelic ruse for a moment. “You don’t want my lips, doll? You don’t need my cock?”

“Shit,” you whine as your legs draw together; his filthy words fillling you ear, drunk off the taste of his lips, just thinking about more. Rafe grips your thighs, opening you up further before pressing his fingers against your sex. Your head falls back, knocking softly against the door as a drawn-out moan tumbles from your lips.

“Did that get you a little excited?” He chuckles, darkly against your neck, licking and nipping at that special spot that has you whimpering like a pathetic slut.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, what?”

“I got excited, Rafe… I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” you whisper.

“Mhmm… Haven’t stopped thinking about me and my fingers?” He bullies as he lifts you into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck, lessening the space between you further, your wetness surely transferring onto his white button-down as your legs wrap around his trim waist.

“Yeah,” you stammer, making Rafe suck his teeth and smile against your mouth.

“Stop trying to be a good girl, princess. I know what you are,” he growls. Your heart falls, breaking slightly as he hits you with the truth; Rafe opening his mouth before you can even defend yourself. “You want money… I want you. I can take care of you in more ways than one. I promise that. Got more money than him. I’m a better fuck. Let me prove it to you, angel. I know you’re a slut for cash alright. So am I. The game sees the game alright? But, you probably need proof… Let me fuck this pretty pussy, ma. Show you how much better off you’ll be with me. I wanna be your daddy. Aight? Not him. Not Ward. Rafe.”

You draw a deep breath, head spinning as he lays you back on the locker room couch. You claw for him, desperate for Rafe’s lips on you again. Rafe rips away your little lace panties, spreading your thighs before eyeing your glistening slit with a hungry groan. “Tell me what you want. You can speak. Can’t you?” He snaps impatiently as you fumble over your words. “Words.”

“You-”

“Fuck it. I can’t wait – need your pussy.”

“S-Shit,” you whine. “Just – Just your fingers Rafe…” He brushes your dripping folds with his thick digits, gathering your essence before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking them clean as his eyes roll back. “Let me eat you, baby. C’mon,” he pleads. You watch him wet his bottom lip, savoring the taste of whatever’s left of you.

“Damnit, Rafe. Your lips too… Fuck. Hurry. Your dad’s meeting me soon.”

“Little now. Little later,” he huffs as his strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, lowering you onto the cushion. Rafe’s gaze stays on yours as his lips latch on your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side.

He moans against your cunt as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing you with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him. “Enough of that,” he slurs, spreading your legs wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more muscle. “Can’t wait for you to suck my cock. Can’t wait to get you off,“ he mumbles against your heat. You look toward the door, watching a shadow pass underneath. The music blares from behind it. Is it loud enough? You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

“You taste like heaven, honey,” he pants, bumping his nose against your clit as his tongue dips into your hole. Rafe grabs your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, getting even closer. He laps at your pussy, devouring you. Rafe breathes deeply, taking in your scent, eyes shutting softly, the vibration of a moan felt against your cunt. He takes your clit in his mouth sucking hard, making you cry out, spiked heels digging into his strong back as you buck your hips.

“Fuck, Rafe. M’right there,” you blubber. You reach for your dress straps, tugging down the top, letting your tits bounce free. Your hands instantly draw up to your chest, clutching and pushing them together. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit, making you toss your head back. Strangled cries spills from your lips. Your hands drop down, weaving into his blonde fringe giving it a rough tug as you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself wavering on the edge of bliss.

“Peach?” You hear Ward call from outside the door, making your eyes double in horror. Rafe doesn’t stop, increasing his pace even. His eyes flick to yours, solidifying the evident. He wants Ward to hear. Your hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cries. Rafe reaches up, snatching your wrist as your body betrays you, eyes screwing shut at you cum on Rafe’s tongue, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you’re fully relaxed to release you with a panting breath. His mouth greets yours in a passionate kiss, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He pinches and rolls your nipples between his rough fingers before sucking down; trailing sweet kisses causing you to mewl.

“You’re mine,” Rafe whispers, nestling himself into your neck.

“Not… Fuck. Rafe, I’m not.”

“You are. Stop lyin’, princess. You know you are,” he subsists as he matches your eyes. “Lie to me and tell me that wasn’t the best you’ve ever had. I didn’t even use my dick, baby. Imagine what I could do. Huh? I know my old man isn’t doin’ any of this shit better than me.” You fight for air, looking away for a moment before he grabs your chin, demanding your focus. “Fuckin’ talk to me. Use those pretty little words that you’re holdin’ back. Enough with the games. It was painfully easy to get you in here. I know what you want-”

“Rafe… I don’t know-” Your phone vibrates, stealing your attention as well as Rafe’s as you watch back-to-back text messages come in from Ward.

[reidsaurora]

Your event is so cute!!! Could I get a sun kissed Malibu dream house with Aaron?? 🥹 in need of some fluff with him hehe

i am so so sorry this took me so long to write! writer's block these past few months has been kicking my butt. but, thanks to my awesome betas, i think i wrote something you'll like! hope you enjoy!

"Summer Lovin" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: As the start of summer arrives, you and your friends at the BAU find yourselves feeling a bit reminiscent of the summers before. Along with that reminiscence, you start to miss the days when you and Aaron had little babies instead of big kids…

Pairing: Dad!Aaron Hotchner x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 2,019

Content Warning: lots of talk of babies/pregnancy, sexual humor, kind of fade to black smut if you read between the lines lol, small mention of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i'm so sorry this took so long, i had a very hard time writing this and def meant to post it sooner. however, in the spirit of my city being under a heat advisory today, this feels appropriate to post 😂

Originally Written: 06/04/2024 through 06/25/2024

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @virtual-vivi 🫶🏻🩷

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Malibu Dream House - domestic!au

Aaron tossed off the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief. “When did it get so hot?” he grumbled, his morning voice prominent. As he rolled over to his back, you spotted a big wet spot on the front of his tee shirt from just how much he was sweating.

Still, you scooted closer to him anyway and tossed an arm over his abdomen, his familiar scent filling your senses. “News said there’d be an excessive heat wave today.”

“It's probably ninety degrees already,” he complained, “and it's not even 9:00 yet.”

Rolling onto your side to face him, you left a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills,” you giggled, referencing one of your kids’ favorite movies. “When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do?”

“It's sweltering! How in the world could you possibly want to cuddle right now?” Aaron ignored your attempt to brighten the mood, instead opting to toss a pillow over his head and groan into it.

You just pulled the pillow away and left another peck on his jaw. “Because I love you. And because our children are gonna come in here any minute to take you away from me.”

He noticed the small pout that followed your statement, the expression enough to soften even Aaron Hotchner, king of stoicism, up. “Alright, fine. I'll allow it. But only because you drive a hard bargain.”

Your pout was replaced with a smirk as you snuggled closer into his side. “Mmm, that means a lot, coming from an ex-prosecutor. Maybe I should've gone to law school with you.”

“You're too sensitive for the big house, or whatever they say,” Aaron snickered. After noticing your look of offense, he quickly covered with, “I didn't mean it in a bad way. You have feelings. It's a very nice thing to come home to after dealing with emotionless psychopaths all day.”

“I think you're trying to compliment me. I'll take it.”

His lips met yours for a quick peck before saying, “I have nothing but compliments for you, my love,” Then, he met you with a second, much longer kiss, and while he tasted like morning breath, moments like this were so rare that you were willing to look past it.

One of his large hands met your leg, his calloused fingertips trailing along your bare skin. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been like this, with two children always needing your attention and the FBI always needing Aaron's. Just a simple touch of his fingers had you forgetting about the outside world, if even for just a moment.

Your lips met his neck, his stubble scratchy against your skin. He'd been away on a case in Seattle for about a week, and you were certain he hadn't shaved the whole trip. You liked it that way anyway.

His hand traveled further up under your nightgown, settling on your thigh. He squeezed the supple skin, a gesture of both affection and want.

“Are you trying to go for number three?” you joked before kissing his neck once more.

“Believe me,” Aaron chuckled, “if I knew I had enough time, I'd certainly try.”

As if on cue, four scurrying feet came stamping across the hardwood floor into your bedroom. “Good morning, Daddy!” both of your children yelled in sync, climbing onto the edge of the bed.

“That's why you're not allowed a third,” you mumbled into his ear. “The ones you have don't even appreciate me.”

“They love you, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. To the kids, he said, “Good morning. Don't you have anything else you want to say?”

They both turned to you, sheepish looks coming across their tiny, adorable faces. “Good morning, Mommy.”

“That's better,” Aaron said, gaining him a snicker from you. “Now, may I ask why the two of you are up so early and you're already in your swimsuits?”

It was then that you realized he was right. Jack, the older of your children, was sporting his favorite Spiderman swim trunks, while his little sister, Libby, had managed to dress herself in a cherry-print swimsuit she hadn't quite grown into yet. They made your heart melt.

“Daddy,” Libby sighed, clearly exasperated with her father, “don't you know what day it is?”

It happened to be the day your kids hadn't stopped talking about for weeks: the beginning-of-summer pool party you and Aaron threw every year for your friends and his coworkers at the BAU.

Aaron tapped a finger against his chin, his brows furrowing as he thought. “Let's see… it's not Libby’s birthday, and it's not Jack’s birthday, it's not my birthday, and I don't think it's your mom’s birthday,” his last comment earned him a sarcastic look from you. “Hmm, what day could it be?”

You joined in on his little game, tapping against your chin as you pretended to think. “Perhaps it's Christmas?”

Jack narrowed his eyes at you. “It's too early in the year for Christmas,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You're right.” As you continued tapping your finger, you shot Aaron a knowing look, which he gladly returned. He could tell by the gleam in your eye exactly what you meant with that look. “Is it…”

Each of you grabbed a kid, tickling and eliciting little squeals and giggles. “Pool party day?!” the two of you shouted in sync.

Libby thrashed around in your arms, laughing and squirming, while Jack attempted to escape his father's arms. Moments like these were almost as rare as the ones with just you and Aaron, so you had to take advantage of them while you could.

“It's pool party day!” Libby squeaked, while Jack was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.

Their smiles and laughs pulled at your heartstrings. You wondered when the universe decided to make your babies grow up, since it seemed like only yesterday when you had a newborn and a two-year-old.

Bringing yourself out of your nostalgic trance, you pulled yourself out of the bed, grabbing each kid by the hand. “Who wants to make pancakes while Daddy’s in the shower?”

—

Soon enough, all your friends had arrived and it felt like summer had too. Penelope and Spencer were currently entertaining all the kids, while the other men were crowded around the grill and the rest of the ladies were sitting poolside and working on their tans.

“You ever wonder if either of them will have kids?” JJ asked, nodding toward Penelope and Spencer.

“Spencer, a hundred percent,” Emily answered, like her statement was a fact. “Penelope, I'm not so sure.”

You were next to jump into the conversation, not even bothering to look up from your magazine. “Why do you ask, Jen?”

JJ let out a longing sigh. “It's been so long since we've had a baby around here.”

Putting the magazine down, you looked over to her, eyebrows creased. “Henry's only three. It hasn't been that long.”

“You don't miss having a baby at our get-togethers? Emily, where do you stand?”

“Don’t look at me,” Emily said with wide eyes. “If I didn't have to change another diaper for a lifetime, it still wouldn't be long enough.” She was the one person in the group that was rather indifferent to children, but babies, she'd rather not talk about or be around.

“Yeah, babies are nice,” you said, “but the pregnancy part? That's what I'd rather go a lifetime without.”

“Well, I'm sure there's one thing we can all agree on,” JJ snickered. “At least making the baby is fun.”

Emily tossed the pillow behind her back in the direction of her coworker, giggling all the while. “Jennifer!”

“What?” she laughed as she swatted the pillow away. “Am I wrong?”

You let out a small snicker yourself, shooting a glance in the direction of your husband, who was currently taking his turn in manning the grill.

Neither of your friends missed that look, both their mouths falling agape at the expression. “Spill!” they squealed in sync.

Penelope made her way over from the edge of the pool, her face overtaken by the brightest smile known to mankind. “I heard the ‘Someone has beans to spill’ variety of squeals and giggles. What am I missing?”

“Nothing,” you insisted with an eye roll.

Emily patted the edge of her chaise, welcoming Penelope over. “Come sit, we're gonna get it out of her. After all, two out of three of us are profilers.”

Your eyes narrowed at the brunette. “Do you forget that I also used to be a profiler before my kids came along?”

“Stop changing the subject,” Penelope said with a swat of her hand. “Spill your guts. What did I miss?”

“Well, we were talking about how it's been so long since anyone on the team, past or present, has had a kid,” Jennifer explained.

“And someone looked at her husband with that look,” Emily further explained.

You scoffed. “It was not that look.”

“It totally was,” your friends spoke in sync.

Penelope's face lit up like a child in a candy store, her mind clearly running rampant with ideas of what the look meant. “Oh my God, are you-”

“No!” you quickly interrupted, knowing exactly where that question was headed. “Not yet anyway,” you mumbled under your breath.

The three of them practically jumped out of their seats and gathered around you, all screams and smiles.

“We haven't even had the conversation yet!”

“But you're going to!” Penelope insisted.

You rolled your eyes, but internally, you couldn't be happier for the gift of friendship from these three women. Jennifer, the mom friend in more ways than one. Emily, the voice of reason who not-so-secretly had a funny side and always knew how to make you laugh. And Penelope, the perfect shoulder to cry on and perfect soul to confide in. Lucky didn't even begin to describe how you felt about knowing these women.

Suddenly, you found yourself— as Penelope had said— spilling your guts. “I don't know. This morning just felt… different. Like, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have another baby around.”

The three of them flooded you with comments of love and support, hugs wrapping around you from each direction. Having another baby would be different, of course, but your friends were making sure that you knew it would be a good kind of different.

“I still have to get Aaron on board, so no one get too excited,” you reminded them.

JJ was already way ahead of you. “We've got the kids, Rossi and Derek have the grill. Don't worry about anything out here. You and your man deserve a moment of free time.”

“Just so we're clear,” you said, pointing a finger as if to further prove your point, “we are just going to talk. No funny business.”

Emily snickered. “Yeah, the same way you guys used to ‘talk’ on the jet?” Your cheeks heated to a bright red shade at her comment.

“Ew, Hotch is in the mile high club?!” Penelope practically screamed. Luckily, everyone else seemed too engrossed in conversation to hear her, but you were still mortified nonetheless.

“Okay, scratch what I said. I'm actually going inside to give myself a lobotomy.”

And with that, your friends were shouting in sync different variations of “Have fun!”

Then, with a smile on your face from both the joy of friendship and the love you had for your husband, you found yourself heading over to the grill and pulling Aaron away. His reaction was nothing short of laughter as you practically dragged him toward the house, his shirt nearly coming off with how hard you were tugging it.

Lips met skin as you closed the back door behind you. Aaron let out another chuckle, though he surely wasn't protesting your affection. “Woah, that look in your eyes tells me you're the one thinking about number three,” he commented, referencing your words from that morning.

“Well,” you said as your fingers started to trail under the hem of his dark gray tee shirt. With another kiss to his neck, you continued, “About that…”

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[4lydsmarie]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a fic where reader and dally are at bucks drinking and having fun and reader is sitting on dallys lap while he plays poker or something with some random guys and she's just so fixated on his hands. like, she's playing around with the rings on his fingers, playing with his fingers, tracing his veins, anything. and dally being his cocky self is like "you sure do like my hands, huh doll?" and she gets all shy and clingy and stuff and after awhile they eventually go up to dallys room and cuddle (sorry if this is too specific lmao😣)

handsy - dallas winston

in which: yn just can't stop playing with dallas' fingers..and of course he notices. requested by @mattdillonwhore

a/n: no bc I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA.. i feel like dallas would def get so cocky to yn cause it's literally his nature?? also he loves to see yn get flustered or embarrassed IT'S JS SO DALLAS CODED. PLEASEE send more reqs i actually love this SO MUCH. also warning there's a lil makeout scene but nothing too crazy😋! this ff is so much shorter than my other one wtf i did not execute properly..

being at buck's was nothing out of the ordinary for you and dally on the average night. drinks getting passed around, red neon lights filling the atmosphere, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air, it was all a regular for you and dallas.

you sat on dallas' lap as he played poker with some other guys from the town. trying to fixate on something so you wouldn't be so bored you fell asleep, your eyes landed on to dally's hands.

something about his hands attracted you..the rings on his fingers and the veins leading up to his bicep, all of it tempted you in a way. you began to just play with his rings, turning them and examining them.

and this wasn't something new either, dallas was very used to you finding interest in his rings. hell, sometimes he'd even let you wear them. not for long though.

then your eyes trailed up to his veins, slowly running your fingers over each one of them, following the path they led up to his arms. and you did this to each one, taking what seemed like mental notes in your head about his veins. which one was bigger, which one felt best, which was your favorite, and all things related.

dallas kept an intense focus on his poker game though, his bets were important to him and he hadn't really realized what you'd occupied yourself with.

that was until he shifted his attention to you for a moment, examining how you'd play with his rings and trace his veins. finally, he spoke "didn't know my hands were that interesting. you sure do like 'em, huh doll?"

your stomach dropped and cheeks flushed as you'd heard dallas. you moved your hands back onto your lap as well. "no need to be shy, it's alright. nothin' but you gettin a little handsy, can't say i don't like it doll." dallas smirked. his cockiness was apparent to you, only making you even more flustered than before. dallas' smirk only deepened, turning into a cocky grin.

"dallll" you whined, looking down at your lap. dallas let out a laugh as he raised your chin "look at me doll." he smirked. you looked at him as he pulled you into a kiss. he only deepened the kiss as you two sat there.

"hey man, get a room!" one guy from the other side of the table yelled, causing you two to split apart. "alright alright, not my fault i just wanna show some lovin' to my broad." dallas said putting his hands up in defeat. "if you're gonna suck faces then get outta here" another guy added, throwing his poker chips onto the table "hey man watch your tone with me, alright? you probably wish this was you huh?" dallas snapped back at the guys. you knew this was your queue to intervene before things got serious as the man stood up yelling to dallas a little louder.

"dal, let's just go upstairs to your room alright? he's not worth fighting for." you said to dallas, putting your hands on his chest and pushing him back. "yeah yeah, man i hate guys like that..total jerks you know? man he's lucky you stopped me, cause if not i would've-" "enough dal." you interrupted him mid sentence, sensing that he was only starting to grow annoyed.

dallas let out a huff before he'd raised his head, as if a lightbub went off in his head. "hey, now i remember why we're even up here" he said, opening the door to his room. "someone couldn't keep her hands to herself, ain't that right? ya like my hands, doll?" his new york accent rang thick as he spoke. the flushed expression had returned to your face, looking down to your feet to avoid eye contact with dallas.

"c'mere" dallas said, sitting on his mattress. you did as he said as he pulled you into his lap, immediately kissing you. the kiss became more passionate by the moment, dallas letting his hands roam around his waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck and played with his hair.

this lasted for what seemed like forever before you'd both pulled away, nearly gasping for air.

"let's go to bed dal" you said, plopping down beside him on the mattress. "yeah, y'know maybe when you sleep you'll even dream about my hands." dallas joked as he laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "haha very funny..night dal." you slurred before falling asleep. "night, doll." dallas replied, drifting off just as you'd done.

[cupidspup]

CG!Ticci-Toby x Little!Reader

All art credit above goes to the original artist!!

A/N (PLEASE READ!):

OKAY SO-- It's been a long while since I've done a fic (especially an agere one) SO PLEASE BE NICE (╥ᆺ╥；) I love writing but it takes a lot of courage and energy and when it comes to agere fics it's especially for littles who feel lonely and take comfort in reading a fic! I want my fics to be something that allows littles like me (who have a softer heart and need extra lovins) feel better and more little!! And I've decided to start writing again by being indulgent in what I write! Today's prompt is based off of what I remember from creepypasta when I was young and I'm not very well versed in any of their lore as much as I used to be skdksks if that's not your thing that's okay! I just hope you enjoy my writing! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ anywho! Back to the post!! Below are some trigger warnings if needed :3 I won't be including anything too graphic or anything but there *MAY* be a curse word or two or just more adult things since they're serial killers x) (I'm writing this all before I'm writing it lol)

- ꒰ა♡ Kewpie ♡໒꒱

Trigger Warnings:⤵

Strong language, mentions of blood (past tense/present), implications of death/murder via the presence of blood (past tense and very minimal), mentions of weapons, masc caregiver nicknames (daddy, dada, baba, papa, ect), feminine and gender neutral nicknames (princess, kid/kiddo, tiny)

Summary

Toby comes back to Slendermansion after a long day on the job only to find you asleep in bed! Oh no that won't do! He wants to see his baby!

Not a trigger warning but more so something to keep in mind: I know Toby is/was known for a stutter because of his tics BUT I will NOT write the way he speaks like people used to. I don't have Tourrettes myself but I also know that stuttering doesn't always happen when you have it. I also did do research on him a little and found that his tics are more physical rather than verbal! I would like to avoid doing it until im more knowledgeable about it just so i dont offend anyone on accident ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა If any of you guys feel that I need to change anything or would like to educate me please do in the comments or in private in a polite manner! ^^

It's dark out and you're already snuggled into your bed. Going to sleep alone isn't very uncommon and you've gotten used to it. You and your daddy have put together quite the bedtime routine to make up for your lack of tucking ins! As you're cuddled nice and warm into bed, there's a slight creak in the door.

Not enough to wake you up, it's slow and quiet. You hear footsteps make their way throughout the room, closer to your bed. This is what makes you stir and start to wake up.

The footsteps stop. They know you're awake now.

You groan as you sit up, squinting and looking into the darkness. "Dada?" You wait for an answer. The footsteps resume this time faster.

Finally, the mystery person comes out from the shadows. The gentle light from your nightlight shining on them and it's your one and only caregiver, Toby!

He excitedly makes his way back to your side of your bed, sitting right by you. Before he does anything else he makes sure to put his (now clean) hatchets away before hugging you close. Toby always gives the best hugs, even though his tics are unpredictable it doesn't mean the firm yet gentle squeeze isn't nice to sink into.

"Yes, princess? Did I.. did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did. I was trying to be quiet, but I was just, just so excited to see you! You, you're just so cute when you're snoozin away like that!"

His mind goes a thousand miles a minute, and his mouth can't catch up, especially with his tics. So there's a stutter here and there. Not that it's a very big issue. It's just how your daddy talks! And you love it when he talks.♡

You yawn and lean into him, your eyes closed as you try to wake yourself up more. It's very late, if you were big enough to read the clock you'd probably know but now? Clocks are for big kids and you? You're very small, so the moon shining light through the window is enough for now.

"C'mon, cutie I know you can hug, hug me better than that! You missed your dada, didn't you?" He says in a playful tone, squishing you slightly in his arms. You reach your hands up to him and give him your best sleepy hug. To which he holds you even longer, resting his cheek on the top of your head. When he does you feel this weird wet substance and it makes you fuss a little.

"Mmmm babaaaaa m no like itttt" you whine at him.

He releases you from his hug and takes his goggles off, looking at you confused. "What do you mean, baby? What's going on?" When you look him in the eye you see it, he's got a small cut on his cheek and it's leaking blood. He probably doesn't feel it due to his disorder that prevents him from feeling pain in the first place. You yawn and point sleepily at his cheek. "You gots messy on you face, dada"

He feels around his face before touching his cheek right above his muzzle before looking at his gloved hands. Sure enough there's a spot of blood on the fabric where he touched.

"Oh no that's no good, thank, thank you for telling me kiddo! Daddy wouldn't have known if it wasn't for you! Wanna make it all better and put some...some cute bandaids on it?" He says to you with a smile, cleaning the blood off of his gloves for the most part. You nod with a smile and start doing grabby hands at him, the lack of cuddling and holding already making you feel lonely.

He smiles at you wider than he already is and ruffles your hair a little before going off to the bedside drawer. He always has bandaids handy for you. You two are the perfect pair! A clumsy little with an even clumsier caregiver! What a match!

He carefully opens the box, taking out a few bandaids for you to choose from. Of course these are patterned all cute with your favorite characters on them! You smile at the selection and before Toby can tell you to choose one, you're already opening the packages to each of them.

"Sure we can put all of them on my ouchies! Be super super careful though, sweetheart. I don't want any of your cute pj's getting messy because of me alright?" He says with a cautious but still laid back and nice tone. You nod happily in response before sticking on all of the bandaids. Two actually did the job for what he had, but you also know Toby is never gonna say no to you when you put them all over him. By the end of it, Toby has some on his muzzle, his nose, forehead, even some on his fingers! Everywhere that your daddy has owies on or you know he might have some in the future. Extra love for him can never hurt!

He takes out his phone and looks at himself in the screen. Most people can't tell but because you're not most people you can see the little squint and grin across his face. He seems really happy with your bandaid makeover! He looks over his fingers fondly, chuckling at you trying to think ahead for him.

"How lucky am I to have such a..such a thoughtful lil one?" He says happily before sitting closer to you, his phone still unlocked in his hand. "I wanna remember this moment so how, how about we take a selfie together, cutie? I want to have something to see for when I miss you and you're not with me!" You smile and nod your head quickly at the idea, coming closer to him and cuddling up to his arm, nuzzling your nose into his neck and cheek.

"C'mon tiny, say 'Cheese!'"

"Cheeeee!!"

It takes a few tries to get a photo that isnt blurry from his tics but finally he takes the photo and looks it over. You look it over, too and you feel the swarm of butterflies flutter in your tummy. Being with your daddy always makes you so, so happy. Especially when he's so soft and sweet like this!

"Hey baby I found some, some filters! Let's take a few more!"

Once again you're snuggled up to your silly caregiver, posing for photos with him while he puts bunny ear filters and funny face filters. He saves each and every one and you can't help that fuzzy lil tingle in your chest when you see his gallery is basically only filled with you two. You smile and give him a lil peck on the side of his muzzle. To that he smiles from under it and puts his hand softly over the spot.

"Awe that was real sweet of you kid, what, what was that for?" He says with a happy tone.

Your face flushes a little as you twiddle your fingers, mumbling softly. Something about cute and loving your baba. He chuckles and pulls his goggles off, now seeing you much easier in the dim lit room.

Toby pulls his muzzle down just enough to lean in for a quick peck. He kisses your forehead softly and smiles at you before putting it back into place. ♡ His kisses always feel extra special when he does that. Toby doesn't like people seeing him without his muzzle, especially because of the gash on the side of his cheek. But with you, he knows that extra but of vulnerability goes a long way. You're his baby after all, if you trust him so much he should trust you just the same.

Once his muzzle is back on your stomach let's out a low growl. At first you're a little embarrassed but Toby isn't phased at all. As a matter of fact, Toby wastes no time picking you up and hoisting you to his hip. He rests you onto the side and carries you with one arm (because he's your daddy, of course he can carry his little one no problem!).

Carrying you is never an issue for Toby. It can only be a little difficult when he's has his tics or they come more than just once. But it never stops him! He just makes sure to hold onto you a little bit tighter and tries to move his head away when he does.

It's hard to predict when his tics will come but even when you're small you're understanding and patient. He's doing his best just like you are.

"Let's go get some midnight snacks for that lil tummy of yours huh? A midnight...midnight snack with my princess sounds delicious." He says as he tickles your tummy a little. He was about to start walking to the door before you started to fuss in his arms, squirming as you continue to whine.

"What is it baby what's wrong? Did Dada do something to make you upset? Are, are you sleepy? Hungry? Sad?" He questions as he bounces you gently. His questions come left and right as he continues trying to find the answer. You fussily point to your forgotten stuffie on the bed and turn back to whine at him. With that he finally gets the hint.

"Ooooh you, you just wanted your plushie! You silly billy you've gotta use your big kid words for stuff, stuff like that okay?" He goes back and retrieves your stuffie, snuggling it right into your arms before heading out the door.

This, of course, sends you even deeper into your little space. Even though he tells you to use big kid words, something about him babying you and talking to you that way just makes you melt. And he's fully aware of that too.

Finally, you're both out of the room and headed down the halls of the mansion to the kitchen. All the residents of Slendermansion are very aware of you and Toby and the different aspects of your guys' dynamics. They don't really care what you both do as long as you aren't making other uncomfortable and being civil they're all pretty on board! That or stick to themselves for the most part.

Once you and Toby are in the kitchen he finds a place to set you down by the counter. Before starting his snack preparations he turns to you. "Can you be a good baby for Daddy and sit, sit here for me? Be reaaally careful so you don't fall okay? I need both of my hands for this so that I can make you...make you the bestest snack ever!" You give him an affirmative nod and snuggle your plushie closer for comfort. You see his eyes squint as he smiles, he pets your hair gently before ruffling it.

"That's a good baby, so we'll behaved" He says affectionately, "I'll be...I'll be done in just a minute okay, tiny?" You nod affirmatively again and flush slightly at his praise and gentle touch.

Toby rummaged through the cabinet, taking out a cute bowl fit for a small child. With some more rummaging he finds some baby puffs along with an adult sized baby bottle. Of course, this one is decorated and themed to your liking. He fills the bowl with the puffs to an amount you both can share. He knows you enjoy sharing your snacks with him and honestly, baby puffs "smack" (according to him) and he'd eat them with you any day.

Once the bowl is filled he heats some milk with honey in the microwave (Toby isn't allowed to use the stove unless there's another person with him - regressed babies do not count). While the milk heats up he brings the bowl to you and offers a puff up to your mouth.

"Here sweetheart, say 'ahh' for me." He says happily.

You do as told and he pops in a puff. You chew on that and offer him one, to thar he quickly pulls down his muzzle and lets you feed him a few at a time. Not too many at once due to his gash. After a few more moments of you feeding each other, Ben walks into the room. He comes in without looking up, busy playing with his games on his phone.

" 'Sup." He says as he makes his way to the fridge.

"Hey dude, whatcha up to? Is, Is it snack time for you too? Whatcha gonna do after that?" Toby starts to bombard him with questions, always one to not only strike up conversation but carry that conversation too.

"Jesus Toby one at a time I can barely answer the first God damn question-" Ben says at first before looking at you. He stops in the middle of his sentence before lowering his voice.

"Didn't notice you had the baby with you." He takes a random snack from the fridge and closes it, leaning against the counter close to you while he eats it. Toby feeds you some more puffs, keeping you occupied as you wave at him politely.

Ben has seen you this way before so you don't mind being little with him that much. He's even babysat you before a couple of times, though most of those times were spent playing games (that he would let you win sometimes). Ben definitely acts like the big brother when he's around you. And because he's like your big brother he waves but sticks his tongue out at you right after. You stick your tongue out back at him before giggling a little.

"Hey you two be nice to each other," Toby says, piping up slightly, "I've still got to put them back to sleep Ben, don't rile them up too much either." Ben waves Toby off and rolls his red pupils.

"Yeah, yeah I know it's fine. We're just messing around." Ben responds, perfectly dismissing Toby's protective nature around you. Just when Toby is about to respond the microwave beeps, signaling that your bottle is ready! "Actually, I need a favor from you." Toby says as he takes it out, handing the bottle like it's nothing at all.

Ben looks at Toby with a curious look, waiting to hear what the favor is. Toby hands him the bottle. "Test that on your arm, I need to know if it's warm but not too hot for the baby."

(Of course Toby and Ben's repeated use of "the baby" makes you feel even more babyish and has you regressing even further. Big kid vocabulary is out the window and it's semi-nonverbal time for you.)

"What?? Why?? I don't wanna do that do it yourself." Ben protests quickly, going back to his phone.

"Dude I can't, I feel numb all of the time how, how would I even know?" Toby rebuttals to Ben just as quick.

Ben huffs and takes the bottle in his hand, turning it over his wrist and letting it drip onto him. "Ugh fine gimme that." He waits a second for it to process and see if it's hot or not. Luckily the bottle was just right so he hands it right back to Toby, licking the milk off of his wrist. "Its fine you can give it to the kid now."

Toby takes it with a smile and batting his eyelashes at Ben while he puts the bottle in his large pockets. "Thank you Bennie~" he says with a sickenly, sweet voice. Ben, of course, rolls his eyes at this and keeps at his game.

"C'mon cutie it's time to put you to sleep. Say 'bye-bye' to big brother Bennie!" He says as he hoists you back onto his hip, walking away. You smile and wave at Ben, "Bai Bai Bennie!!" You say happily to him. He looks up and waves back a little at you, a little smile across his face. "Bye gremlin, sleep well."

Toby makes his way back to the room and sits on your guys' bed. He lets out a long sigh as he sits, now situating you onto his lap as he gets ready to feed you. With you rested into his arms and the bottle at the ready, you both were absolutely ready for bedtime. He takes his muzzle off and smiles, kissing your forehead. "Drink up tiny, it's time that... that daddy puts you sleep! I'll head to bed once you're snoozin away don't worry kiddo."

He brings the bottle up to your lips and before he can even tell you to open wide you already do so, guzzling down the sweet drink he made you. Toby absolutely melts at how cute you are, squishing you a little closer just to relish in you. And of course, you cuddle into him just as much.

He always does such a good job at taking care of you and doing all the little things. Even though his tics can get in the way or startle you awake again, you never get angry with him or fuss. Maybe it was new to navigate at first but you know that it was out of his control and he always does his best to keep them under control when it's necessary.

Finally, you finish your bottle and bury your face into his chest. Curling up and fully starting to fall asleep again. Toby puts your finished bottle on the nightstand and rests his cheek on top of your head for a few seconds. Just to savor this moment. He loves these moments so much. He softly rocks you as you drift to sleep, rubbing your back gently as he does.

"I love you baby. I'll head to bed too." He says before laying down fully with you in his arms as he pulls the covers over you both. With a quick kiss on your cheek the night is once again peaceful and you're together again.

♡

A/N: Waaah! It's finally finished!! It took me so, so long to do everything but its finished and I'm so proud of myself for sticking it out QwQ I really hope you guys liked this story, it's truly just so nostalgic to me and honestly has such a nice place in my heart 🩷 This is my first agere fic with a character and I hope I did well!! I was so anxious about this but I think I did well with balancing everything out hehe ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა I'm going to head back to sleep now but I'll have another fic up soon! ૮( ˃ ꒳ ˂)ა if you have any requests or suggestions please comment or submit them to my account I love it when people do those! :3 (also maybe a sorta part 2 with Big brother Ben drowned? ८,,◐⩊◐,,ა ) hehehe okay bye for realsies now, stay safe everyone!૮ ᴖﻌᴖა🩷

[athena-writes-i-guess]

hiii can you do one where eddie won’t stop blowing raspberries when he and the reader are trying to cuddle? i love your fics <333

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I know it’s been awhile! But I have been working on this one for a bit, I loved it so much I wanted to get it out for y’all! I really hope you like it!

“Hey, baby! Welcome home!” Eddie said as you walked through your apartment door. His eyes crinkled with happiness as a large smile broke on his face as he shot up from the couch and bounded over to you.

It was new, the two of you living together, Eddie had just moved in a few weeks ago and every day when you got home from work and saw him, you wished you had asked him sooner. See, you had this routine already; you get home from work about an hour after him, exhausted, and he without failing would take you into your bedroom to cuddle for as long as you wanted. All day you had been daydreaming of finally being in his arms again and you felt a smile break on your face knowing now you finally would.

“Hey Eds.” You said, relieved, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I missed you baby.” He said, leaving a kiss in your hair. He didn’t miss the dreamy, content, sigh you let out as he did. “Sweetheart, you seem like you need some lovin’. Wanna go lay in bed for a little while?”

“Please?” You said, clinging to him tightly as he chuckled out an “Of course” and squeezed you. He pulled back after a moment, sending you a smile before placing a tender kiss on your lips, bumping your nose playfully as he pulled away.

“Mmm, been wanting to do that all day. Come on sweet thing.” He said, leading you to the bedroom.

He helped you change into something more comfortable, sending you flirty looks the entire time as he peppered your skin with light kisses. He looked at you fondly, taking you in as you stood in his old Hellfire Club shirt and a pair of his boxers.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you in my clothes baby.” He admitted as he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing light circles into them as he led you to your bed.

You giggled lightly as you fell back on the mattress before moving to the middle of the bed to make room for your boyfriend. “C’mere gorgeous.” He said once he got himself comfortable, his arms wide open for you.

You sighed dreamily, almost in relief, once you settled into his arms. You buried your face in his neck, his long curls tickling your skin as you breathed in the scent of your own shampoo. “I just like yours better babe.” He’d always say. Little did you know it was so he could be reminded of you when you were away.

As you melted into the moment you felt the neck of your shirt get pulled down carefully, exposing your shoulder to the metalhead who started leaving feather light kisses on your skin. “Eddie that tickles.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh does it? Sorry sweetness. What about this?” He said, you could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them to your neck and blew a loud raspberry.

Eddie basked the squeal of laughter you let out as he blew raspberry after raspberry across your neck and shoulder, completely drunk off the sound.

“Eddie! Eddie! Stop please!” You gasped out between your laughter. Eddie stopped his assault and looked at you, his big brown eyes shining with so much love and adoration that you almost forgot why you stopped him and somehow missed the mischievous grin on his plush lips.

“What’s up baby? I thought we were having a nice cuddle session.” He said, cocking his head innocently to the side.

You glared at him jokingly, “That wasn’t cuddling!”

“What do you mean babe? We were just holding each other.” He said with a shit-eating grin.

“You know what I mean, Eddie Munson!” You said with a playful roll of your eyes. “The raspberries?”

“What? This?” He asked before attacking your neck again, his lips finding anywhere he could as you giggled and rocked in his embrace.

He pulled back a minute as you gasped for air, a big smile mirrored on both of your faces.

“Eddie!” You chuckled, pushing him lightly as he clung to you. “Why’d you do that?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders with a sweet smile, “I just wanted to hear you laugh sweetheart.” Your heart jumped at that, “Seemed like you really needed it.”

You’d admit, you did feel a hell of a lot better now, “Thank you sweet boy.” You smiled up at him. It was now Eddie’s turn to get distracted at the way you looked at him, like he was everything you ever wanted. “I love you Eds.” You said before capturing his lips with yours, catching him almost by surprise.

“I love you too beautiful.” He said, dazed by the affection as you broke the kiss. You went to pull back when you felt him cling to you even more. “Wait, come back.” He smiled as he found your lips again, kissing you silly.

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[zablife]

Hi lovin the sleepover. Can I please request a spicy fic for Mr Solomons if I'm not to late. Preferably with a shy lady🫣 maybe is maid or secretary or whatever you think. And I do love some dirty talk if your up for it. 💗💗

Hi lovely, I hope you see this reply despite the fact that it's quite belated! Ty for your patience!

Morning Chores

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, abuse of power, degradation, blowjob

Your heels clicked loudly against the cement floor of the distillery, hand gripping at your skirts to keep them from impeding your frantic movements. You were late again and Mr. Solomons had warned you what was to come if you continued to displease him. There were no second chances with a man like him. That much was clear the moment you rounded the corner to find him standing with arms crossed and jaw clenched in disapproval.

"M-mr. Solomons," you huffed out in one terrified breath. "Good morning, sir," you added quickly with a sharp nod of your head.

"Yeah, it is, innit?" he remarked without pleasure, considering the cane he held in his palm. A long pause lingered in the air between you before he added, "Except for one thing pet...I ain't had my tea yet."

You gulped, remembering that was your first duty of the day. "I'll see to it right away," you assured him, attempting to walk past him. However, a large hand gripped you in the darkened corridor ceasing any movement.

You struggled momentarily, Alfie's grasp only tightening, fingers curling in a menacing snare. "I didn't dismiss you," he growled lowly, hot breath ghosting over your face.

"Wh-what else did you need?" you asked in confusion.

Alfie turned you to face him and you took note of the storm brewing in his hazel eyes, a look that both intrigued and terrified you. Your chest rose and fell quickly before him, garnering his attention suddenly, eyes falling to your bosom hungrily before he spoke.

"I think an apology is in order," he finally stated.

You were held captive by the swirl of green in his irises and the strong pout present upon his ruby lips. There was little you wouldn't have done in that moment even if your job hadn't been at stake. "I'm...so sorry, Mr. Solomons," you whispered as you held eye contact with him.

The air between you became charged with electricity, the hum of the machinery behind you thrumming in your pulse as you waited to see what he might do next. To your surprise, he stepped closer, leaving no distance between you as his cane came to rest upon the backs of your thighs.

He struck your backside roughly as he hummed to himself, the whimpers you tried to suppress only making him breath more heavily against you. Just when you thought you might cry out in protest, he stilled, leaning in to brush the shell of your ear. "You're sorry, eh?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

You nodded fiercely, the heat radiating between you enough to make you lose control of yourself. There was no need to speak when he tangled a ringed hand in your hair, forcing you to your knees suddenly.

"You're going to show me, little dove," he murmured, opposite hand flying to his belt buckle.

You scrambled before him, hands clawing at his thighs as he jerked at your roots possessively. "Behave!" he gritted out through clenched teeth before feeding you his cock, a low groan escaping as he entered your warm mouth.

Tears pricked your eyes instantly at the intrusion, his hips flush with your lips before you could register another thought. The curls of his pubic hair brushing your nose, you huffed, attempting to control your breathing, but it was useless amidst his relentless pursuit of pleasure.

You tried tapping at his broad thigh but he only scoffed, "Good girls don't need air, do they? Only need to serve. To please," he mumbled, already losing himself to the intense feeling.

Lungs burning and heart thundering, you accepted his challenge, working your tongue along his shaft like your life depended on it, gagging slightly every so often. "That's it, choke for me," he goaded. You could tell by his trembling thighs and labored breaths he was close and soon enough he was spilling down your throat.

You pulled off with a gasp, a trail of thick saliva connecting you to his dick. Alfie panted as he stumbled forward, hand stroking your head in a patronizing show of affection. "Such a good whore for me..." he praised. "Add that to your list of morning chores, treacle. Before the tea," he clarified with a smirk.

Zablife Sleepover

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[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly versus your cat౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Sure as the sun would rise in the morning, you waited up for Billy every night, usually sitting in your shared bed in one of your little nightdresses he liked you in so much.

He strode in one night, taking his hat off and kicking off his boots, leaving his gun belt on the chair by the door, crawling onto the bed up your body immediately to kiss you deeply. You set your book on the nightstand and wrapped your arms around his neck, obliging him.

"Bless you for waitin' up darlin'," he murmured against your lips, his hands coming to your hips.

"How was today?" you asked, pulling back for a second.

His kisses moved down your neck, hot and needy. "Mm, I forgot baby."

You sat up, and he lifted you up under your arms to roll you over, so you were straddling him, your hair falling in a curtain around both your faces. "Yeah? Need some lovin'?"

"Oh ya bet I need some lovin'," Billy tucked some of your hair behind your ear and captured your lips again, hungry for you.

You moved your lips against his, and his hand came up to slide the strap of your nightdress off your shoulder. "Gettin' frisky cowboy?" you said against him.

"Frisky baby?" Billy repeated, one of his hands reaching down to squeeze your bottom. "I been dreamin' of this all day. Might get a little more than frisky."

Giggling a bit, you pressed another kiss against his lips, and his hand found a place in your hair as he kissed you contentedly. As his hand fell to your cheek, there was a weight on the mattress as your cat, Fish, jumped on the bed. Apparently, Billy had left the door open.

You smiled, breaking the kiss with a pop and reaching over to pet the black cat. Billy raised an eyebrow, squeezing your bottom again. "Darlin'? We were in the middle of somethin'."

"Sorry," you said, kissing him again. He moved his lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip.

Fish was oblivious to what you were doing, and he nudged himself between the two of you again, meowing indignantly. Billy stopped kissing you and gave the cat a firm look.

Giggling, you pulled him in for another kiss. "He can't help it, Billy. He just wants attention."

"Ya know who else wants attention baby?" Billy muttered, kissing your chin. "Your very needy man."

You reached over to pet Fish, and the cat purred at your touch. Billy watched with exasperated fondness gracing his face. "Darlin', let the cat be."

"Alright," you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, but Fish butted his furry head against Billy's cheek.

"Ol' Fish," Billy muttered, giving the cat a scratch on the head between kisses. "Always gotta get in the way." Truly, the only thing keeping him from tossing Fish out the window was how much you loved the cat.

You slid your hands up Billy's chest, pressing another kiss to his lips. A smile came to your face as Fish managed to find a way to interrupt again, walking on Billy's arm and headbutting you. You giggled, patting Fish's head again.

"Fish, you're a real good cat but you gotta get off," Billy muttered, picking the cat up with one hand and setting him on the ground.

"Poor kitty," you looked down at the floor where he was lying.

"He's alright darlin'," Billy said as Fish leapt back onto the bed, getting between the two of you again. Sighing exasperatedly, Billy lifted you off of him and got up, scooping Fish up under his arm and depositing him outside the door, shutting it firmly. He then returned to the bed, sweeping you up into his lap and kissing you hungrily. You returned it, deep and long. He breathed easy now, grinning into the kiss. Finally, he could love on you uninterrupted-

You pulled away from the kiss when you heard Fish meowing and scratching at the door and Billy silently groaned. "Ignore him darlin', he's fine."

"But he..." you gestured at the door, frowning concernedly.

"Is fine," Billy finished for you. He pressed his lips against yours again, hands bunching up your nightdress and you were silenced, responding eagerly. "Yeah, c'mere sweetheart," he said against your lips, pulling you closer.

But Fish did not give up with his meowing. So much so that you turned and looked at the door, then back at Billy, who ran his hand up and down your back. "Sweetie, I'm beggin' ya, ignore the cat."

"But I feel so bad," you frowned.

"I know you do, I know," Billy sighed, rubbing your back. He adored how sympathetic you were toward the creature, but he really wanted you right now. "I promise ol' Fish is gonna be just fine sittin' out there. You're worryin' over nothin'. But I'm right here in bed with ya darlin'. Ain't I more important?"

"You're sure he'll be alright?" you looked back at him.

Billy exhaled through his nose, nodding. "I'm sure Fish is gonna be just fine." He kissed your nose. "If it'll make ya feel better, you can let him back in when we're done here."

Smiling softly at his compromise, you nodded. "Okay."

"There we go," Billy said, tilting your head up with his finger. "Now we can finally finish what Fish interrupted, huh?"

"Are you sure he's okay?" you looked worried as you asked.

Oh for the love of...

Billy sighed under his breath. "He'll be just fine to sit outside the door for a few minutes."

"Oh it'll only take a few minutes, you say?" you teased, tilting your head.

"We'll see where the night takes us," Billy wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in once again.

You melted into his hands as he kissed you once more. "Mkay."

"Atta girl," he mumbled against your neck with a hum.

Indeed, you didn't think about your cat for the next ten minutes as Billy ravished you, his lips making you forget about anything except him. Afterward you laid wrapped in the sheets, one of his arms around your shoulders, gently tracing shapes into your skin. He placed a soft kiss to your hair, lingering there for a moment.

You shifted, tilting your head up for another kiss and he chuckled at the adorable look you gave him. "C'mere," he whispered, kissing you softly at first but quickly deepening it.

You pulled back, smiling sweetly at him. "Can we let Fish in now? He was meowing the whole time."

Billy smiled exasperatedly, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "Go on baby, let the damn cat in."

You giggled in delight, standing up, your body still completely bare. Moving to the door, you opened it and Fish scurried in, jumping on the bed and settling against Billy.

Despite all his talk, he couldn't deny that he wasn't fond of the furry creature. He scratched Fish behind the ears, earning a contented purr. "Sorry to kick you out little fella, needed some one-on-one time with m' girl," he muttered.

You laid on your stomach on the bed, reaching over to pat Fish on the head. "Mm, you didn't want Fish around when I was sucking you-"

"That's enough outta ya," he grinned, shaking his head. "Darlin', if ya want to keep me from throwin' Fish right back outside, ya might wanna watch that pretty little mouth."

Smiling coyly, you crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're very needy tonight."

"I told ya," Billy said, kissing your collarbone, then burying his face in the space between your breasts. "I need some lovin'."

"We just had some lovin'," you said, holding him around the shoulders.

"Dunno if you know this baby, but a man could go more than once." His voice was muffled against your breasts, and he looked up at you with a devilish smirk.

"Not while Fish is here," you said, looking over at your beloved cat.

"Darlin', I'll do what I want whether or not Fish is here," he said, kissing your collarbone and giving your bottom a light spank.

"No you won't," you said, getting off his lap and reaching for Fish, holding him to your chest. "There you are, Fish," you cooed, kissing him on the head.

Billy slumped against the pillows, watching the two of you disapprovingly for a second. He reached out an arm for you silently, beckoning you to come back to him.

"Oh Billy," you smiled, letting Fish go and crawling back to him. "Is someone feeling jealous?" You kissed him softly, nudging your nose against him.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close for a moment, pressing a kiss to your cheek before glancing over at Fish, huffing lightly. "Maybe a little. But only cause he was getting more attention from you than I was."

You leaned up and kissed him again. "Don't worry, I'll always give you more attention."

At that moment, Fish padded over and laid beside Billy, nuzzling against him for warmth. Billy sighed, scratching Fish behind the ears. "You're only cuddlin' me for warmth you little pest."

You laughed, resting your head on his chest and watching Billy with Fish.

Billy grumbled slightly under his breath, but when Fish started purring his expression softened. "Fine...you can stay an' get some scratches," he mumbled quietly.

"Look at you...my two favorite boys," you kissed Billy's cheek, pleased at the sight of them getting along.

"The cat gets equal status as me?" Billy muttered, raising his eyebrows. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, squeezing his arm around your waist.

You giggled lightly, looking up at him. "Well Fish was here before you so I gotta give him some credit."

Billy smirked a bit at that, tilting his head and nuzzling his nose against your cheek. "Well does Fish know how to treat a woman like I do?"

Laughing a bit, you shook your head. "I suppose not."

"And does Fish know how to kiss you and touch you in all the right places...to make you feel loved and cry out for more?" he asked, his voice smooth. "Course he doesn't."

You pulled back and looked at him. "You're taking this a bit far aren't you?"

"My point," he said, peppering kisses across your cheeks. "Is that I can do lots of things Fish can't, so we shouldn't be on the same page."

"Fish is very good at cuddling and his fur is very soft," you countered, reaching over Billy to pet him.

He shook his head, squeezing your side again. "Bet I'm better at cuddlin'."

"Slow down handsome, before you work yourself up over a cat," you laughed, pulling him down to lie flat on his back, snuggling against him. Fish climbed over Billy to lie between the two of you.

Billy frowned a bit. "He's in my spot."

"Oh, Fish didn't mean to take your spot, did you Fish?" you smiled fondly, scratching the cat's head.

Sighing a bit, Billy resolved to wind his arm under you so he could hold you. "The one day I come home with enough energy for two rounds and our cat's hoggin' all your attention."

"You poor baby," you teased as Fish got comfortable.

Billy let out a small laugh, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. "You know, all I want's some lovin' from my sweet girl. I might be able to forgive Fish if someone came over and kissed me..." he mused.

"In a minute," you said, petting the cat.

He groaned lightly. reaching over to pinch your bottom. "C'mon baby."

"Don't! You'll bother him," you said, looking over at Billy.

"Fish already got you for a spell. It's my turn," he insisted, tugging at you.

Apparently, Fish was disturbed by the movement, and he got up, stretching and walking away, stepping on your breast as he did. "Ow!" you put your hand over it as the cat moved.

Billy swatted the cat's side lightly as he moved away. "That ain't yours to mess with Fish."

"Does that make it yours then?" you smiled, rubbing your sore breast.

"Of course," Billy said, covering your hand with his own. He massaged gently. "Think all this intrusion might be ol' Fish's way of sayin' you're his girl, not mine."

"He does seem to think that, doesn't he?" you laughed a little.

"How are we gonna get some alone time then, huh?" Billy mumbled, carefully soothing your sore breast.

"I dunno," you tilted your head, thinking. "He seems to really like being in here at this time of day."

"Then why don't we go into the other room for a bit?" Billy smirked, kissing your forehead.

"Oh really?" you asked, smiling and raising your eyebrows.

"Mhmm," he murmured. "We could go into the living room...you could sit on my lap there a lil' bit..." he ran his hand down your thigh. "There's lots we could do."

You tilted your head, thinking about it. Already you were aching for him again...and he clearly wanted it too...and if you left Fish in here...

"Okay," you smiled, reaching for him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He excitedly swept you up, carrying you into the next room.

A very enthusiastic little bit later, you were straddling his lap on the couch, coming down from your high buried against his neck. His hands were on your bottom, chest heaving.

"That's much better baby," he breathed, kissing your head. "Felt so good."

You opened your mouth to say something back, but then Fish suddenly appeared in the hallway, meowing confusedly and seeming to wonder why you'd abandoned him.

Billy groaned into you when he heard the cat. "Little devil decided he wants attention after we were gettin' busy."

You shook your head, smiling. "You love him though."

"No, he's a pain in the ass," Billy muttered, but you saw him hold out a hand to let Fish rub up against his palm.

"Well then I hope you know it makes me very happy that you tolerate him," you kissed his cheek, smiling at the sight.

Billy grumbled, but softened a bit when he saw your smile, kissing your temple. "I'm only doin' this for you, y'know. Not him. Just so we're all clear darlin'."

"Oh I'm sure," you said, leaning into him with a yawn.

"You tired baby?" Billy rubbed your back. "We should go back to bed, huh?"

Nodding sleepily, you clung to him as he stood up, securing your legs around his waist. "C'mon then, bed seems much more comfy." He started to walk, but after a moment of hesitation, he turned to Fish, who had hopped onto the couch, and scooped the cat up with one arm, carrying the two of you back to the room carefully.

The cat was surprisingly cooperative, and Billy set him down at the end of the bed once he got there, laying you down gently and leaning over to kiss you gently on the mouth. You smiled and snuggled into his arms, lying on your side against his chest.

Naturally, Fish wanted in, and he came over to sit on Billy's chest, settling in comfortably. Billy let out a huff, but he didn't move him. "Damn cat doesn't understand that cuddles are just for my girl."

You smiled, resting on his shoulder instead of his chest since Fish was comfortable there. "He loves you."

"He just likes that I'm warm," Billy mumbled, casting a look at the cat on top of him. "Y'know, I bet when we have kids they won't like that little beast. We won't even be able to make 'em without him interrupting." He grumbled that last part.

You laughed, burying your head in his shoulder. "Oh Billy. I do love you."

He smiled at that, kissing your hair. "I love you so much baby. You and Fish, as bothersome as he is." Billy reached over and gently pet Fish with the hand that wasn't on you.

You smiled contentedly, happy to lie in his arms with your cat close. Eventually Billy's breathing began to even out, his hand on your hip going slack. Fish was sprawled out on his chest, fast asleep.

Committing the adorable image to memory, you cuddled against him, slipping into your dreams.

come talk about billy here!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hilo! Can you do the easy boys with an extra ticklish reader?????

Easy co. dating an extra ticklish s/o!

a/n: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy lovely! 💗

genre: romance; fluff

warnings: sorry guys i used the word tickle like a 100 times in this, there’s a little suggestion!

description: The men of easy co. reacting to you (their s/o) being extra ticklish!

Taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla @mstiemountainhop (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

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Dick Winters: He thinks it’s adorable. The first time he tickled you he probably wouldn’t even have meant to do it on purpose, like maybe his finger brushed beside your arm and you immediately started to laugh hysterically. He would think something was wrong with you until you told him lmao. He’ll keep it in mind though next time you try to tickle him.

Lewis Nixon: “Oh come on! You can’t run away now!” He’d figure out how ticklish you were when he decided it would be nice to give you a sweet kiss on your neck. Then he would completely take advantage of the fact that you are extremely ticklish there and start kissing the same spot over and over again.

Carwood Lipton: He would discover all of this when he was trying to be a gentleman to you and give you a nice foot massage after a long day on your feet. The moment he puts his hands on the back of your sole you would be in a giggling fit. He would sit there and look confused, waiting for some sort of joke. Once you told him, he would find it cute and laugh it off with you.

Joe Toye: When you tell him that you get ticklish very easily, he isn’t quite sure what to think of it at first. When he wraps his arms around your waist and sees you break into immediate laughter, he gets it then, and he finds it to be the cutest thing ever. He’ll tickle you over and over again just to hear that pretty laugh of yours.

Joe Liebgott: “Oh come on honey, you’re really that ticklish, huh? I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for later then.” He honestly doesn’t believe you when you tell him how ticklish you were at first, but like nix, he’d try to be smooth and kiss your neck, and have you in a giggling fit in return. “Oh doll, it can’t be too bad, i’m just tryin’ to give ya’ some lovin’ that’s all.”

Bill Guarnere: I feel like this fucker here is going to make it into somethins sexual when it’s really not lmao. Like once he knows that you’re super ticklish, he's going to purposefully tickle you until you're begging for him to stop, and once you’re doing that he’s already in the mood to do something else iykyk. Better to just not tell him at all LOLL.

George Luz: When you tell him you can be extra ticklish at times he is taking that to his advantage 100%. If you guys are in the middle of some play fight and he knows you’re winning, he's gonna start tickling you, same for anything else you could be beating him at. Whenever he just wants to hear your laugh his immediate thought is to tickle you and it makes him feel SO happy

Eugene Roe: Now he wants to get into a million tickle battles with you. The sweetest thing about it is if he was hugging you or touching somewhere where you were ticklish he would ask if you were okay and if he needed to move his hand to make you comfortable. ( because he knows how frustrating that must get at times and he’d hate to accidentally hurt you.)

Bull Randleman: He doesn’t have much of a reaction when you tell him other than thinking that it’s a cute niche trait of yours. I think he wouldn’t really tickle you unless he was having a horrible day and just really needed to hear you laugh. Kinda like Bull, he'd be wary of touching one of your tickle spots and accidentally irritate that spot since you’re sensitive there.

Floyd Talbert: He’s similar to luz when you tell him that, he’s going to take it to his advantage and use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (in a very playful way of course.) He’s also kinda like Bill too in the same way that he likes hearing you beg lol. Whenever you’re feeling sad, be ready to be tickled by him until you feel better haha.

Skip Muck: Oh gosh, once you tell him that you’re very ticklish he’s now going to tickle you every time you get some exciting news, need some cheering up, want some physical touch from him, literally anything possible, he just needs a reason to tickle you. He loves making sure your and his relationship is very lightweight and happy, and that's the best way to do it.

Don Malarkey: Honestly tickling you is his way of flirting with you before you guys ever got into an established romantic relationship. Once you guys are in that relationship he’ll still do it in a flirty way loll. He also really finds it as a form of intimacy, it's his way of being close to you, and seeing you smile always feels nice too.

Babe Heffron: “No way! Me too!” This is completely fanon but I have this idea in my head that he would also be extremely ticklish too. Like you and him would be trying to cuddle and both end up fighting for y’all’s lives because you guys are accidentally tickling each other. It’s also his biggest weapon against you so beware lol.

Shifty Powers: He would be the perfect partner for a very ticklish person because he knows when it's appropriate and not appropriate to do it. He knows that being tickled after a while can hurt, so if and when he is tickling you he won’t do it for too long. As long as you are laughing and having a good time then he’s good with it.

Frank Perconte: He’s the type of guy that likes to sneak up on you and tickle that spot on your neck when you’re focusing on something. He loves fucking with you like that. He knows that tickling you is your biggest weakness so he will use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (Like floyd lmao.)

Ronald Speirs: You would tell him that you’re ticklish, but the horrible thing is, this man couldn’t be able to tickle someone correctly even if his life depended on it. The thing is, whenever he tries to tickle you he ends up digging his fingertips into you which just makes you hurt in the end. He gets an A for effort though.

Johnny Martin: He probably won’t tickle you a whole lot, mostly because he’s not always the most playful, but if you had started tickling him first he would definitely be there to finish it and win at the unspoken tickle war lol. He would be the guy to swear he’s just not ticklish but once you get to that one spot on his side, it’s game over for him.

Skinny Sisk: He’s just like Luz, he’s going to take full advantage of the fact that you’re super ticklish, he loves loves LOVES being playful with you so tickling is always a go-to for him. He also does it when he just really wants to be close to you but doesn’t know how to express that to you. His favorite spot to tickle you is gotta be that spot under your armpit.

Chuck Grant: He thinks it’s super adorable that you get so ticklish so easily. The only thing is, like Speirs, he isn’t very good at tickling at all LOL. He does this one thing that is so cute and it's called, “Hand tickling” which is just caressing your hand in a very fast way lmao. Not a very good tickler but he gets an A+ for creativity and effort.

David Webster: He doesn’t like tickling you a whole lot for a number of reasons, one because too much of it can stimulate seizures, brain aneurysm, and eventually death. (He’s just a tad bit dramatic lol.) And if he does tickle you it’s probably because you started it first. I could definitely see him doing it a lot by accident though.

Buck Compton: He’s like Skip in this scenario. Now just because you told him that you get ticklish very easily, he is going to go out of his way to try and tickle you almost 24/7. Like almost every other night before you and him go to bed, he’s giving himself some corny ass name like “The Tickle Monster” lmao.

Thank you for your cute request!! If you enjoyed, please make sure to like or reblog!! I love you all! <333

[mythica0]

Hello fellow Epic fan! Hope you're still open to requests because I'm here to donate~! 😉

So I recently discovered that Poseidon has a wife of his own, named Amphitrite (whom I really hope he's more faithful to than Zeus is to Hera); I've also been craving more Lee Poseidon as of late, so how about we combine the two.

Scenario: Amphitrite sees her hubby's been in a really grumpy mood all day (no doubt because of some pesky mortal again) so she wants to help him take his mind off it with some sweet personal TLC in the bedroom~ (mostly cuddles and kisses, dw) That's when she rediscovers some pretty adorable things about her little lord of the sea~ 😊

TLDR; I want some wholesome couple fluff involving lots of tickle kisses (mainly on ear fins or gills).

Hope that's good enough for a description for ya!

Sweet lovin’

🎂:Epic: the musical

🧁:Poseidon

🍫:Amphitrite

Summary: after Poseidon comes home from an upsetting encounter with a mortal, Amphitrite wants to help cheer him up.

A/N: I don’t know much about Amphitrite, so I’m basically winging her characterization. Also, as a teenager who’s aroace and never been in a relationship, I’m hoping that I wrote the lovey-dovey stuff okay. With all that being said, enjoy! :3

P.s: (oooo, sorry to disappoint but Poseidon actually had more lovers than Zeus 😅)

Sweet lovin’

Poseidon walked into the fancy, decorated underwater cave, and the first thing Amphitrite heard was a sigh.

She turned to look as her husband stepped into their cave, their underwater home, looking tired and stressed. She walked closer, gently and slightly hesitant.

“My dear? Are you alright?”

Another long, deep sigh. “Yes, love, I’m fine. Just had some problems with that damn mortal I was telling you about.”

She smiled a bit, fondness and sympathy sparkling in her eyes. “I see. How about a bit of a cuddle night?”

Poseidon’s eyes lit up a bit at the words, although he tired to hide his extreme excitement as a more casual acceptance. “Yeah, that sounds…nice.”

Amphitrite chuckled a bit at the facade, but decided not to bring it up. “Alright dear, you go take a warm shower and I’ll get the bedroom set up, okay?”

Poseidon smiled a bit. “Thanks, love.”

She walked up to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek, needing to stand on her tiptoes slightly to reach. “Of course, darling.”

Poseidon kissed the top of her head in return and then walked off towards their bathroom. Amphitrite heard the water start running as she walked into their bedroom.

She looked through the room to find the most cozy, warm blankets that they owned. The cave was, well, a cave, but it was still fancy and furnished in a way fit for an Olympian, including a large, soft bed.

As Poseidon washed away the stress of the day, Amphitrite busied herself with making a comfortable nest of pillows and blankets on the bed. She dimmed the lights, and put on some soft music, trying to make a cozy, relaxing atmosphere.

Not long after she had finished, Poseidon stepped out of the bathroom in a comfortable robe for sleep. He walked into their bedroom and saw the little nest.

“It’s lovely, dear. Thank you.”

“No problem, my love. Now let’s cuddle!” She encouraged, pulling him towards the nest.

He chuckled and followed, and then they both climbed into the bed and wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace.

For a while they just cuddled calmly, but at some point, Amphitrite started to lightly trace Poseidon’s back.

He huffed a bit of laughter through his nose, and muttered lazily. “Darling, tha’ tickles..”

Amphitrite smiled, fond yet mischievous. “Oh, does it now?”

The teasing tone sent a shiver down Poseidon’s spine.

“Maybe this will help cheer you up, hmm?” She whispered, her voice full of affection. She wrapped her arms around Poseidon a little tighter, and then started to intentionally tickle, tracing and scribbling lightly at his sides.

Poseidon started to giggle, the light touch eliciting a light, airy sort of laugh. “Lohohove, nohoho..” he complained half-heartedly, but both of them knew it wasn’t fully genuine.

“Awww, but your little giggles are so cute!” She teased in response, her voice full of love. She leaned forward and started to pepper his neck with light, ticklish kisses, even making ridiculous little exaggerated noises.

Poseidon felt so silly, but yet so loved, as the various light, tender touches produced joyful giggles from him. “Ahamphitrihite plehehease! Thahat tihihickles!”

“That’s the point, dear, I’m tickling you!” She paused her little kisses to respond. She loved the giggles of Poseidon, how sweet and gentle they sounded in contrast to his usual rough personality.

Despite his protests, Poseidon was pretty happy right now. He definitely felt much better than he did when he came home. Amphitrite continued to trace little shapes and lines all over his sides with her long claws and lightly kiss along his neck and ear fins, eliciting soft giggles.

It was such a warm, loving and cozy environment, and Poseidon felt so cared for and loved.

It was all soft and gentle, each little giggle or teasing word no louder than a whisper- until Amphitrite decided to blow a small little raspberry on her husband’s gills.

This resulted in a quite embarrassing squeal from the god of the tides, followed by a bright blush and protests. “Dahaharlihing nohOt thehe gihihills!”

“Aww, are your little gills super-duper ticklish, hmm? Do they make you all giddy and happy~” she cooed gently in response, only furthering the redness on his face.

“Nohohoho, daharlihing stohohop!” He protested, unserious and gentle, gently pushing at her head where she was kissing and blowing raspberries along his gills. He was laughing much louder now, deep, belly laughs that echoed along the stone walls of the cave.

“I don’t know, dear~ are you sure you’re feeling allll better? No more yucky stress, hmm~?” She teased again in response, voice gentle and loving in the way only she could be.

“Yehehes, ihim hahahappy, ihi prohohomise!” It wasn’t a lie either, he truly was happy. The whole night of cuddles and tickles had done wonders to brighten his mood.

But Amphitrite wasn’t done just yet.

“I don’t know if I believe you~ maybe I should do one last thing, just to be sure, hmm~?”

“Plehehease, nohohoho!” Poseidon protested once again, a giddy sort of nervousness building in his chest.

Amphitrite ignored the untrue protests, and then pulled him closer. She’s scribbled her sharp claws along his sides and blew a big raspberry on either side of his neck at his gills at the same time, causing loud, rumbling laughter to escape from him.

After just a moment, she stopped, leaving him with leftover, breathless giggles.

“Ohoho myhy… yohou reheally know hohow to make a mahan lahaugh..” He smiled widely as he said it, giggles sprinkled into the words.

Amphitrite smiled, and leaned in close to Poseidon, continuing to cuddle as he let out all the remaining giggles. “Do you feel better?” She asked, genuine and fond.

Poseidon nodded. “Yes, love, thank you.”

“Of course, darling, anytime.”

And they held each other close for the rest of the night, until they drifted into a peaceful, loving slumber in each others arms.

———THE END————————————————

[the-tartan-spartan]

OOC POST

Here's a little behind the scenes so you guys have a better idea of what's going down! One shot below the cut, enjoy!!

Blu Demoman x Blu engineer

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Caz took a deep breath as he knocked on the workshop, the sounds of machinery stopped abruptly and he heard shuffling.

"Who is it?"

Dallas' voice rang through the workshop door and Caz regretted he hadn't drank this morning. He wasn't sure he could do this without some liquid courage. "Jus' me lad. I'm sober as a judge, I promise ye." Caz responded and the door opened slightly, Dallas standing in the doorway looking wary. "What do you want, Caz?" He asked, looking at the Scotsman and then behind him to the empty hallway.

"I jus' wanna talk. I promise I'm not drunk." Caz assured, but Dallas hadn't stepped aside. "An' talk about what, exactly? That you're sorry, for outing me to the whole fuckin' world? That you're sorry my own family disowned me cuz' of your big mouth? That you're sorry-" "I was scared," he interrupted, his voice strained.

"It donnae excuse me poor actions or the fact that I jus' dinnae think about how ye feel- I was selfish an' scared an' I took it out on ye." Caz admitted, and Dallas had gone quiet, looking away and crossing his arms. "An' I'm so sorry fer it. I cannae apologize enough for it." Caz continued and Dallas took a shaky breath.

"Why are you here, Caz?" He asked softly, still not meeting his eyes. "I... I need ta tell ye." But the words caught in his throat like sandpaper to concrete. "Tell me what?" He finally looked up, his face unreadable.

"I.."

I care for ye, lad.

Ye mean everythin' to me.

Please forgive me.

I cannae live without ye.

Ye mean more ta me than anythin'.

Ye are everythin' ta me.

I'm scared.

I don't know what to do.

I love you.

"I'm...sorry." Caz stuttered and Dallas frowned. "You already told me that, I get it, you're sorry for outing me, that's it. I don't want to talk about it. Go away, please." He started to close the door and Caz's panic spiked, reaching out and putting his foot between the door and frame. "Och, tha's nae what I meant! Let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain, Caz. What more is there to say?"

"I loved ye since before ye ever looked twice my way, an' I'd be a doon right edjit tae ruin tha' over something I'm scared of." He blurted and the words hung heavy in the air. Dallas stared at him, his grip on the door loosening as the words processed. A deep sigh came from the shorter man as he knocked his head against the wooden frame a few times with a soft thump.

"Caz I....Cameron," he started and Caz's heart dropped to his stomach. "I don't know if I can just let go of all the shit you've put me through." Caz nodded, a lump forming in his throat as he felt a sharp sting in his nose, his tounge became thick in his throat, and his eyes burned.

He didn't know why, he really didn't, but the thought of losing Dallas, the one thing that was worth anything to him was just too much to bear. Still, he listened. "But lovin' you scared the shit out of me. And it fuckin' hurts. So much."

A tear rolled down Caz's cheek as his chest began to hurt. It felt like someone had reached into his chest and crushed his heart. "Dal-" "Please, leave me alone, Cameron. Please. I can't do this right now. Not with you." Dallas had his eyes closed and Caz nodded, moving his foot as the door clicked shut. He just stared at the wood, his mind reeling.

Caz was quiet, and he could see Dallas' face screw up in the attempt to hold back his tears. He always was a bit of a crybaby, that tended to be that way with Mama's boys. "I'm tired. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of hiding, I'm tired of pretending." Dallas's voice cracked, and he was full on crying now, trying and failing to hide his sobs.

"An' you of of all people should know how that feels, Cameron."

Caz stood there, trying to calm his racing heart, the words replaying in his head, and he was left feeling lost, numb. Like he was walking in a haze. He turned, not entirely sure where he was going, and started down the hall.

[purplecoffee13]

‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ - Thin Lines Pt. 4*

“And I can’t get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?” ~ I Was Made For Lovin’ You by KISS

Summary: “After a shitty day, Harry stumbles into your apartment, ready to distract you once again. But the both of you start to realize that it is getting too serious, and too real. So you make a decision…”

Tropes: opera singer!mc x rockstar!Harry

Warnings: angst, smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, possessiveness, fluff

Wc: 5k

A/N: Hello again! Enjoy this new part of Thin Lines. It’s getting angsty here and there, but I already can’t wait to write the next part! much love and kisses <333

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You were fiddling with your hands, looking down at the marbled floor as you waited for your name to be called. Reece was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but he hadn't yet arrived. You were too nervous to miss this important meeting, so you had decided to be early. Although that meant waiting here for another twenty minutes, you figured you were at least here.

Your head shot up when you heard the automatic doors opening for none other than your manager, and your stomach began to turn immediately. The last time you had seen Reece, you had gotten into a fight, one where you basically confessed your feelings for him. And then, your date had fucked you on his bed. God, that was fucked up.

You tried to push the memory away, and took a deep breath. Reece walked over to you, looking quite serious, and... nervous? He was nervous to see you. Good, you thought.

He stood in front of you awkwardly, as he greeted you with a weak 'hi'. You greeted him back and he sat down next to you, sprawled out in his seat. Silence occupies the room, until it doesn't.

"Listen—"

"I just—"

You both looked at each other, wide eyed. You gave him a hint of a smile. "You go first."

"I'm sorry." He spit out, desperately. "About what I said. I just want what's best for you, and that Harry guy seems a bit dangerous. I don't want to see you getting hurt."

You stared at him with a stone faced look. "Harry is not dangerous. I know what I'm doing. I'm not some innocent little lamb in need of saving."

Reece looked at you for a couple of seconds, and you felt the skepticism radiating from his eyes, then sighed. "My point is, I crossed a line. I'm sorry."

Your body stilled when you felt his hand resting on your thigh, but your heart beat didn’t rise at his touch. You found that weird. Had the spell worn off? Did you really get cured from your love sickness?

"It's fine." You shrugged. "I just really want this meeting to go well. So, it's water under the bridge."

"Okay." Reece grinned at that, and just in time, the door opened and your names got called. You stood up and walked through the door, entering a conference room with three men in suits sitting at the end of the table. You wandered towards the seats, and were about to sit down, when Reece tapped on your shoulder, pointing to the seat on the left from where you were about to sit.

You silently obeyed him, ignoring the frustration brewing in your stomach, and took the seat he had silently assigned you.

"Y/N, welcome to Shelf Records. I'm Simon Walters. We are very happy to meet you. Our colleague, Jake Ryleigh, over here, was very impressed with your performance at the opera." The man at the head of the table smiled at you. He was very intimidating, and his nice act didn't conceal it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Walters. And thank you, Mr. Ryleigh. I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the opera." You said, a polite smile coating your face. It was always the same routine, these meetings. The labels would introduce themselves and compliment you, ask you about your dreams and give you a nice little speech about their options for you. Of course, upon reading the contracts, there would always be tons of traps which would ultimately lead to Reece rejecting the offer for you.

But you still held faith. One day, you would get to a record label that would let you do what you truly dreamed of doing. And maybe this was the one, so you needed to play the part in order for them to give you what you want.

"We have heard the demos you sent us, and I have to say, you have an exquisite voice, Y/N. Truly talented." Simon Walters complimented you, smiling as you thanked him again. You glanced over at the other guy, shake, who shot you a more inviting grin than that of his boss. It made the crushing weight of your shoulders just a tad bit lighter.

"Now, tell me, do you have some work of your own?" He asked a question that you had been waiting on, eager to answer. He eyed the purse in your hand, where your note book stuck out of. You nodded intently.

"I do! I have written quite a few songs—"

"But they aren't polished enough, yet. Y/N and I think it would be best to have some ghost writers, especially in the beginning. After all, the most important thing is to display her voice well." Reece interrupted you, and you felt yourself shrink into a tiny excuse for a human as his words hit your ears. You couldn't believe what he was saying. He knew that your dream was to write, why was he making it look so unimportant right now?

"I see..." Mr. Walters said, turning his attention to Reece. You leaned back into your seat, disappearing behind Reece's tall frame. But you didn't care, this meeting wasn't about you anymore, anyway.

You still felt the sympathetic eyes of Mr. Ryleigh on you, and you brushed it off with a weak smile.

You kind of went on autopilot after that, processing the conversation just enough to know that it was not going in the way you wanted, and that you could forget about a contract. You kept on the fake smile all the way on your door out, and it wasn't until you and Reece were in the parking lot, that you really spoke up again.

"Why did you tell them to get me writers?" You asked, straight up. You needed answers.

"What?"

"You heard me." You said sternly. Reece shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. "You know I love writing, that it's my dream to write songs. So why are you telling them the exact opposite?"

"Do you really think I'm trying to sabotage you, Y/N?" Reece asked, offended. A frown appeared on your face.

"No, I—"

"I have told you, a thousand times, that I want what's best for you! Why do you keep making me your villain?!" He began to shout, and your eyes watered on cue.

"I didn't say—"

"I wasn't done talking!" Reece shouted, making you flinch. Your entire body was filled with fear. He had never shouted to you like that before, and the look in his eyes was scary. He took a deep breath at the sight of your big eyes. "We need to get you a guaranteed hit, and then you can get your creative freedom. Your songs are not good enough yet, and they’re going to think the same thing, and then they’ll drop us. I know how this works. Trust me, I always have your best interest at heart."

You were looking down at the pavement as you let Reece talk, you weren't even really paying attention. You lazily nodded at what he told you, and said your goodbyes to him afterwards.

The entire way home you were just in a weird trance, shocked about how Reece's voice had raised so much. He had never looked like someone you thought you could ever fear, but here you were, hands still shaking a bit from the impact his aggressive demeanor had made on you.

As soon as you arrived home, you changed into a big shirt that Harry had left here one night, and a pair of skimpy shorts. With a bucket of ice cream in your hand, you put on The Notebook. By the end you were crying, like you do every single time. You knew that your tears had more to do with Reece than with the movie itself, but for some reason you felt like you had to conceal it. It didn't feel right to cry about him.

After the movie had finished, you put on 'Friends', cheering yourself up more and more with each episode that you watched. It was at around midnight, and seven episodes in, that there was a knock on your door.

Your heart stopped momentarily, wondering who would be banging on your door at this ungodly hour. It wasn't until you heard a familiar voice that you finally calmed down.

"Sweetheart?"

You could've sworn your heart melted at the whiny sound of Harry's voice. You unlocked your door and opened it, finding a slightly drunk Harry standing in front of you.

The white dress shirt he was wearing was mostly unbuttoned, leaving little of his chest to the imagination. Not that you needed imagination; you had his inked chest memorized and stored at the front of your brain.

"Hey," you greeted him with a a smile. "what are you doing here?"

“Needed to see you.” He smirked, stepping towards you and grabbing your face, and planted his lips on yours. You let out a surprised yelp at his sudden action, but let him guide the both of you into your apartment anyway. With a swing, you closed the door behind you and kept walking backwards until your legs hit the couch.

Harry pushed you backwards, flopping you onto your couch, then leaned forward to resume, speaking in between the kisses on your neck. "Couldn't. stop. thinking. about. you."

His hands traveled over your body before he leaned back fully, taking a good look at you.

"Fuck, and here you are sitting at home with my shirt on. Did you need me close tonight, baby?" He taunted, grabbing your shorts and panties and pulling them off of you. You nodded furiously. His entrance had surprised you, but he looked so good and he was just so... hot. You couldn't help but ache for him the second he stepped into your apartment.

Harry's fingers traced over your slick pussy, his eyebrows raised at the state of you. "Jesus, are you so wet for me already?"

"Yes, I don't know how it happens. I just— I need you." You began to babble, not liking how his fingers were teasing you. You genuinely sounded so confused and Harry found it so endearing. He couldn't believe he had turned you into his personal fuck toy so quickly, dirtied you up so fast. You had acclimatized to your new, corrupted self very well, but these innocent sounding phrases would still leave your mouth every now and then.

"Aw, you don't how it happens? You don't understand how the sole sight of me could make you so fucking wet?" Harry cooed you, his free hand stroking your hair and your face. His gentleness almost made you cry, and you shook your head. Harry smirked at you. "Well, I do. You wanna know, baby?"

"Yes, please." You whined, staring up at him with big eyes. Harry unbuckled his jeans and took his cock out. He didn't say anything as he wrapped your legs around him, his cock now pressing against your entrance. You let out a moan, but were quickly corrected with a slap to your pussy. Biting your lip, you attempted to prevent any further noise from escaping your throat.

"It's because you are nothing more than my filthy, desperate, cock dumb slut."

A tear fell from your eye as Harry pushed into you, his mean words making you even wetter than you already were. You loved it when he degraded you. He would be especially rough after drinking or using drugs, and it would always blur his carefully drawn lines.

Sober, Harry was still rough, but you could always tell that a little part of him was holding himself back. Like he was afraid that too much would actually hurt you. You had tried to show him over the course of time that it wasn't, and that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to you, but it hadn't changed his behavior. Now, he had drank a bit, and the sincerity of the words he spoke showed that.

"Mm.. fuck! Yes, I'm your slut, daddy! O-only for you!" You whimpered as Harry began pounding into you in a way that almost caused more pain than pleasure. Almost.

Harry let out a low growl at your nickname for him, wrapping his hand around your throat as he fucked his hard cock into you. By now, you were sure that your pussy had been accustomed to his dick, and his dick only. You weren't quite sure if you or your body were ever going to get used to someone like this ever again.

"You know I love your pretty tits, baby. Love to watch them bounce for me as I destroy your little pussy." Harry said, his free hand squeezing one of your tits. You whimpered at the touch. "But the sight of you in my shirt like this... It's too pretty."

"I wear it all the time, daddy." You decided to fuel the fire, smug at the knowledge of how territorial he got over you. "It's my favorite."

Harry shut his eyes, a deep frown creasing his forehead as his thrusts became irregular. You widened your eyes at the realization that he was already close to his orgasm. You couldn't believe that the sight of you in his shirt had made him so horny that he was about to come.

The gentleman he was, Harry was quick to put his fingers on your clit and run in earth shatteringly fast circles until you were only inches away from your orgasm too. Not that you needed much more; the knowledge of him falling apart for you so fast was reason enough to come all over thick cock.

"Shit, I'm gonna come... what the fuck!" He groaned, thrusting into you a couple of more times before he stilled inside of you. You came not many seconds after, completely entranced with the man above you. This orgasm was different from others, you had sensed it immediately. You felt it everywhere, and it was ten times more intense than any other orgasm Harry had ever given you. Even including the time he had edged you multiple times.

Harry's forehead touched yours, and kept it like that as you both attempted to steady your breathing. You knew he had felt the difference too, and you also knew he felt the same way about what that meant.

It was dangerous.

But the both of you ignored it for now, instead busying yourselves with cleaning up. You stumbled to the toilet and suppressed all emotional thoughts that flew into your brain the moment you were alone. You refused to acknowledge it, at least for now.

After doing your business, and washing your hands, you opened the door to Harry reaching out a glass filled with water to you. You took it with a timid 'thank you' leaving your lips before walking to your bedroom.

Not a word was shared between the two of you as you walked over to your bed to lie down in it. You weren't sure whether to say anything when you watched Harry take off his clothes and join you. You had expected him to get dressed and go home, but then again, he had stayed more often than not lately. Besides, why would you oppose to Harry being in your bed?

You said nothing as he scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist before digging his head into your chest. Your left hand immediately went to stroke his arm as your right hand began to play with his hair. You kept your breathing even, not wanting to show that this was making you extremely nervous while also feeling the most comfortable you had in years.

Slowly but surely, you relaxed into him, letting your guard entirely down. There he was, the mean man, your favorite distraction, lying with his head buried into your body like a puppy.

You inhaled the smell of his pretty chocolate curls and stroked his hair until your eyes started to feel too heavy, and softly fluttered closed.

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The shift of a body woke you up, and as you opened your eyes, you were instantly reminded of last night. You couldn't help but smile at Harry still cuddling you. Even while sleeping, his grip held you tight, as if he were scared you would leave.

You softly ran your nails up and down his arm, your other hand going back to playing with his hair like it had the night before. You took a deep breath when you felt Harry's finger pressing into your skin even harder, knowing that he was awake too now.

His head, which had moved overnight and was now buried in your neck, began peppering kisses on your earlobe, trailing down your neck.

"Good morning to you too." You chuckled as he kept on assaulting your neck, and an unexpected moan escaped you as he began to suck on your skin. You whispered a few profanities, your core beginning to flare up again.

"Good morning, baby." Harry mumbled back in his raspy morning voice, creating a pool between your legs. His hand creeped downwards and pushed your panties down your legs. With your help, he got you out of them and soon you were naked under his touch, once again.

Deciding to return the favor, you pulled Harry's cock out of his confinement, and turned your body his way. You were now lying side to side, Harry stealing away a kiss from your lips before sliding his cock into you.

It was slow, slower than you had ever been with him before. Even the previous two times of morning sex weren't as intimate as this. That may also have had to do with the fact that the first time was in the 69 position and second time was Harry's cock waking you up as he pounded into you.

This was intricate, but it felt too good to stop. You and Harry were panting, intoxicated with the intensity of the moment.

"So tight for me." Harry said lowly, holding your hips as his snapped against you. There wasn't any possible way to be closer to a human being than how close you were to Harry. Nothing but strained sounds came out of your mouth as Harry fucked deep into you, hitting that perfect spot.

He knew he had. You had a tendency to crease your brows in a particular way whenever he would hit your g-spot, and he loved how cute you looked. It is why he pushed away the strand of hair that was blocking the pretty view of your face falling apart for him.

His thumb found its' way back to your clit, playing with it until you were basically squeaking like a toy. Like his proper fuck toy. Your core was pulsing and the build-up of the orgasm that was brewing inside of you felt scarily intense.

"God, you're perfect." The words left his mouth before he had a chance to shut them down. Quickly, Harry regained his senses. "Pussy's made for me, isn't it? Designed for only me to fit into, hmm?"

You mewled out a desperate 'yes', before letting out a long cry, squirting all over him. You cried and cried pathetically as you let the euphoria wash over you. The feeling was out of this world. Harry had made you squirt once before, but that was on a rough night. But somehow, this morning sex with him felt equally, if not more intense.

"Shit, baby, look at you. Making a mess all over my cock." Harry sounded breathless, a drip of sweat trailing over his forehead as he kept thrusting into you. "Must've been so fucking needy for me."

"I always need you." You said in what could almost be classified as a whisper. It was true, you did always need him. He could take you any time of the day.

Harry let out a low moan before spurting his hot cum into your drenched pussy. He stayed still inside you as, and after, he came. It was as if he didn't want to let go of you. And so, silently, he held you for a few minutes longer, still buried inside you, as you breathed into each other.

Neither of you wanted the moment to stop, but Harry ended being the one pulling himself out of you, but not before planting a kiss on your forehead. You got up with a grin on your face, visiting the bathroom to clean yourself up before really starting your day.

When you got back to your room, your heart dropped. Harry was leaning over your nightstand, reading the notebook that laid there, still open. You sprinted towards the book and closed it as quick as you could, earning a raised brow from Harry.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You hissed at him, sounding more out of breath than angry.

"That was good. Was that lyrics?" He asked, ignoring your words and the tone of them. He seemed intrigued.

"No." You denied, but that confrontational stare of his made you cave quickly. "... okay, yes. It’s lyrics. Happy now?"

"Let me see it."

"What?!"

"Let me see it." Harry repeated himself, holding out his hand for you to put your notebook in. You scoffed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. Harry didn't move, though, still waiting for you to give it to him.

There was a deadly silence for a minute or two, neither of you budging. You didn't want to show him your writing. What if it was bad? Harry was a master at lyrics, and it made your silly scribbles look like child's play. Nevertheless, you found yourself hesitantly handing him the notebook.

You sat yourself down next to him, your palms sweating as he flipped through the pages, waiting until he came across the one he just saw. You swore you could've died from a heart attack, watching his eyes scan the paper. You sighed, there was no way you could ever proceed to live a life as a musician if Harry's opinion turned out to be bad. So you thought of the best possible solution, and did it.

Standing up, you walked around the bed and hid yourself under the covers. For a moment, you laid there in your barren shame, until a soft chuckle sounded from Harry's side. You were too scared to look up, but you sneaked a peek anyway.

Looking up, you found Harry, still sitting where he was just a few seconds ago, only now his body was turned towards you. The notebook was still on his lap, his hand keeping it open on the right page.

"What are you doing?" He asked, amused by your sudden antics.

"Hiding."

"Why?"

"Because it's physically impossible for the ground to swallow me whole right now." You groaned, popping your head back under the covers. Harry laughed, and suddenly the covers were gone. A shiver ran down your spine at the sudden temperature change, and you glared at Harry as he sat himself closer to you.

"This is good, darling. This is very good." He articulated the compliment slowly, hoping you would be able to hear the sincerity behind it. While it seemed that you had, Harry also noticed something in your brain doubting his words.

You looked down at the page Harry had read. It was one of your latest works, and it really wasn't anything yet. You had written the blubbering of words on the back of a receipt in the train, and wrote a more comprehensive and lyrics like version in your notebook yesterday. It was still raw, and it needed polishing, but to hear Harry say it was good set your heart on fire. If Harry thought it was good it must've had some potential.

"Thanks, but it's not good enough yet." You said, remaining critical of yourself. You couldn't allow yourself to slack off, especially if your future rode on your writing skills. "But luckily I still have plenty of practicing time left."

"No success at the record labels yet?" Harry asked. You hadn't even told him about it, but it was probably quite easy to guess.

"Not really..." You said, the corners of your mouth now pointing downwards. The topic bummed you out. You had been so excited about all the meetings but they had all turned to shit.

"Why not? Aren't they fucking desperate for singer-songwriters nowadays? It's all the rage, I hear." Harry half-jokes, and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Apparently not. I mean, Reece says that they don't really give the artists the creative freedom they promise. I need a hit first and then I can write whatever I want." You repeat the words that were shouted into your brain yesterday.

"What?" Harry asked, a frown on his face. You look up at him with big eyes. "Did he tell you that?"

When you nodded, Harry scoffed. "Money hungry bastard that he is."

You were taken aback by Harry's sudden aggressiveness on the situation. Your body was already retreating in preparation, just in case Harry freaked out like Reece did yesterday.

"Of course you're not going to have full creative freedom. You're always going to be pushed into a direction a bit, but you can write your own hit. Your writing is ten times better than a lot I've seen being passed around in the studio."

You had no idea what to say to that. Your mouth was slightly hanging open, pondering over the words he spoke. That couldn't be true, could it?

"I don't know... Reece said it wasn't good enough yet. He won't let me show it to the record labels." You shrugged, and Harry scoffed.

"Then I think you should get a new manager, sweetheart." He suggested, tilting his head a bit as he watched your eyebrows curve into a frown.

"N-no... that's ridiculous. I mean, where would I even find— no. I don't know how to do that." You felt your heartbeat rise, drifting into a panic mode. The touch of Harry's hand cupping your cheek directed your attention to him and his beautiful green eyes.

"I know a couple people. I can set you up with them, if you want." He said, as if it wasn't a huge favor he would be doing you. One that may be too big, one that you couldn't possibly repay. You were quick to shake your head.

"No, that's too much to ask of you." You tried to be as stern as possible, but it was difficult with his thumb caressing your cheek. Your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels.

"It's not, okay?" Harry took a stronger hold of your face and directed it towards his, leaning forward so you would meet his eyes. "It's not."

The repetition of his words had made you let out a shuddered breath, slowly nodding in obedience. A hint of a smirk appeared on Harry's face as he took his hand back, and got up from the bed. You couldn't do much but stare at him while he put on his clothes.

It was getting too dangerous, too real. The enjoyable tension in your tummy that emerged whenever he would look at you or touch your skin, even in an appropriate manner, was getting out of hand.

It was very clear from the start that this was only a distraction, and you intended to keep it that way. Harry couldn't be what you needed on the long term, nor would he ever want to be.

The realization that you would have to cut him off soon was creating a headache too unbearable, so you selfishly pushed it down, trying to think of as many different things as you could.

"So, I'll see you around?" Harry asked nonchalantly, now fully dressed and ready to go. You nodded at him, giving him a small wave as he walked out of your bedroom. You sighed the moment you heard the door slam, and pushed your head into your pillow before letting out a guttural scream.

You would've gone on longer with the personal exorcism, had your phone not ringed. You blindly reached for your phone, then turned onto your back as you accepted the call from the unknown number, and put the device to your ear.

"Hello, this is Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N. It's Jake Ryleigh, from yesterday's meeting." The man on the other line introduced himself, and you smiled as soon as you realized who you were speaking to.

"Oh, hi! How are you?"

"I'm good, thank you for asking." Jake politely responded. "I'm sad the collaboration didn't work out, I think you are very talented."

"Thank you, I am also sorry it didn't work out." You said, putting up a bit of a professional front.

"Anyways, I was wondering — and totally call me out if I'm overstepping here — but I was wondering if maybe you would want to go to dinner with me sometime?" He sounded nervous. While you found it endearing, you were confused by his proposition. But before you could ask any questions, Jake kept on rambling.

"It's just— I have never seen a woman so beautiful, smart, funny, and talented. I knew I would spend my life regretting it if I didn't at least ask."

You thought it over as he talked. Jake was pretty cute, and he had been very nice to you the entire time. He's given you nothing but compliments and you haven't gotten a creepy vibe from him so far. Plus, you need a distraction from your distraction, so maybe this date is actually a very good idea.

"I would be delighted to go on a date with you." You answered him, and you swore you could hear a sigh of relief from the other side of the phone.

"Really? I mean— does Friday at seven work for you? I'll pick you up." He suggested, stumbling over his words here and there. You giggled, liking his clumsiness. It made you feel less nervous about it all.

"That works perfectly. I'll save your number and text you my address."

"Great." Jake said enthusiastically. "I'll see you Friday, then."

"See you Friday." You replied before hanging up the phone. You looked at the ceiling, wondering if this was truly a good idea. But you figured, there was only one way to find out.

[misskentuckyrain]

The Queen to the King

Word Count - +1.1k

Warnings: Not really. Smut got left behind for New Year but I did throw in some mild dirty talk to make up for it! - Happy New Year to all!

Chapter 5

“Dija Evah?”

May 1960

Elvis chuckles down the phone line at you “Baby, I’ve been gone less than 24 hours and you’re joining me in less than 48 hours and I miss you already”. You laugh along with him, twirling the receiver cable around your index finger. “You just miss having someone in your bed Mr Presley…” He lets out a guffaw “I miss having YOU in my bed and I miss having YOU with me. We was apart for 2 years, ya’d think the universe would see that as enough time”. A rustling comes dow the line as Elvis makes himself more comfortable in his trailer. He was in LA and had just started on his next movie, GI Blues.

You were aware of the storyline of the movie and were very much looking forward to seeing Elvis in uniform once again. You didn't think you had a kink up until Elvis enlisted but the second you saw him in his uniform you fully understood that you did. The second he stepped out for the first time in uniform you felt yourself getting inappropriately wet. You found your mind starting to wander to the night that he returned back to Graceland after serving his two years overseas in Germany. You had asked him to put on his uniform one last time that night and as you recall the events that followed you start to feel that arousal tingle down your spine once more.

“Baby?…Ya still there?” Your day-dreaming is interrupted by Elvis’ voice in your ear “Sorry…sorry…" you stutter "The line got really bad there for a moment or something” Elvis laughs again “Or something… I know that tone in ya voice, I can always tell. Come on, tell me what it is that’s on ya mind”

You felt yourself getting a little red with embarrassment, which was ridiculous as Elvis couldn’t actually see you, but you forget how intuitive he is with you. “I….I..was just thinking back to your first night home from Germany is all” The line goes silent and then some more rustling. “Hhhmmnnn” you hear Elvis sigh “THAT was quite the night. You really showed me how much you missed me that night honey! Rocked my socks right off…an' my pants…an' my co…” “Elvis!” you squealed into the telephone, making him laugh. “What?!? You did! I mean I know we have some good lovin’ often but that night nearly topped the night of the first” “And we don’t need to talk about that right now!” you interrupt. “Awww baby, no need to be embarrassed. I’m proud of the fact I made our first time so good you passed out cold on me. I was clearly too much for ya to handle” he laughs some more. You know he’s being a little cocky now but at the time he freaked out so much his mamma had him breathing into a paper bag.

Your mind starts to wander again this time back to that night. Elvis had made you come so hard the second time you passed right out in his arms not long after. He had run out of the bedroom, butt-naked, yelling to his mamma and daddy to come help as he thought he had killed you somehow. Thankfully you came around fairly quickly but were mortified to be surrounded by Elvis and his parents fussing over you, as you lay in Elvis bed, naked. It wasn’t funny then but ever since it brings Elvis much amusement to refer to it only as “the night of the first”.

“Keep teasing me and the other night will be the night of the last” you mutter down the line, referring to the night before he left for LA when you had ridden him, several times, into the early hours.

“Don’t be sore baby, you know I’m just teasing ‘cause I love you. Biggest fright of my life that night. Pretty sure Daddy hasn’t got over it, he didn’t know what to do or where to look!” he pauses “Maybe I can try again tomorrow night when you get here? Celebrate my baby coming to be with me by making sure my baby is coming over and over again…” “Elvis!…” you interrupt him again with a laugh “You and your filthy mouth!” You berate him but your tone gives away the fact that you don’t mean it, you quite like his filthy mouth.

“Ok, Ok I’ll behave. What time does your flight get in? I’ll get one of the guys to come pick you up. I want to do it myself but I’ll be on set. I’ll get them to bring you here so I can see you the second I’m done.”

Leaning over to the bedside table you scour the flight details that you’d scrawled on a bit of paper earlier.“It get’s in at 1pm….” It was Elvis’ turn to interrupt “So I can get in you around 8pm?”

Rolling your eyes with a smile “How’s that good behavin’ workin’ out for ya? Besides I can’t believe you would make me wait that long!” there’s a moments pause, you can hear Elvis’ mind whirring away. “You’re right…” he starts “I need to get in you around 3pm, then I’ll take you for dinner and then I’ll take you from behind at 8pm” You try not to encourage him but you can’t help it “Ooooh I’m gettin’ the fancy treatment tomorrow night”

You’re both now laughing. It’s part of why you are so in love with Elvis Presley. Aside from his often filthy mouth he makes you laugh like no other has.

“In all seriousness honey I’ll take you somewhere real nice tomorrow night. Somewhere romantic and private, just you and me.” Elvis states softly. “I’m very much looking forward to it. Who knows if it’s private enough maybe I can get on my knees for dessert” you say quietly, hearing a sharp intake of breath at the other end of the line.

“Who’s got the filthy mouth now honey?” he tries to ask seriously but you can actually hear the smile on his lips.

“But isn’t that one of the things you love most about me Mr Presley? My filthy mouth or…" you pause, pretending to thing for a moment "more accurately your cock being in my filthy mouth?” More rustling sounds out down the line. You imagine Elvis is having to rearrange himself in his pants, aroused by your conversation. Maybe lingering his hand there longer than necessary. You shake your head to try to clear your thoughts, before the spike of arousal in your own body gets stronger and you find yourself doing the same.

“Well, the future Mrs Presley. I do confess your filthy mouth to be one of the reasons I asked you to marry me”

Elvis chuckles and you along with him as you glance down at your left hand. The light coming through the window hits the diamond sat on your ring finger at that moment making it sparkle.

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